one year later...
about a million years ago this guy writes a book and wakes up in the middle of the night screaming.
get it? i love this joke.
i love this joke because i know the guy screams "a boat race! a boat race!" and his name is tolstoy and his book was this monster of a novel seemingly containing all of Everything. everything except a boat race.
fucking hilarious.
this one is even better...
six months ago and i am still in fayetteville and this guy is always coming into the grocery store i work at and his fucking face is rotting. get it? laugh riot!
he has some kind of skin disease and he is always dressed the same and every time i see him more of his face is gone and he always wears the same fucking clothes. the same red beret and comical grey t-shirt. his shirt shows a boy pushing on the door of what is presumably his school. he is short and ugly and his school has a sign indicating that it is for smart children and he is bent fully to the task of entering. time finds more of the face under the red beret blackened and gone. the boy is always pushing in vain against a door that never opens and the man falls more and more to pieces. side-splitting!
six months ago and it should be tragic to see a man disappear before your eyes, but its quite amusing that other than his dermal attrition the man never changes: he always has a red beret and forever wears a grey shirt featuring a smart child pushing against a door very clearly marked pull.
theres this supergenius
and he says that
if you dont think its funny,
its because you dont know the facts.
one day he wakes up and
overnight he has turned into a scary monster
and i suppose thats where i am right now.
a scream! what a gas! laugh riot!
get it? i love this joke.
i love this joke because i know the guy screams "a boat race! a boat race!" and his name is tolstoy and his book was this monster of a novel seemingly containing all of Everything. everything except a boat race.
fucking hilarious.
this one is even better...
six months ago and i am still in fayetteville and this guy is always coming into the grocery store i work at and his fucking face is rotting. get it? laugh riot!
he has some kind of skin disease and he is always dressed the same and every time i see him more of his face is gone and he always wears the same fucking clothes. the same red beret and comical grey t-shirt. his shirt shows a boy pushing on the door of what is presumably his school. he is short and ugly and his school has a sign indicating that it is for smart children and he is bent fully to the task of entering. time finds more of the face under the red beret blackened and gone. the boy is always pushing in vain against a door that never opens and the man falls more and more to pieces. side-splitting!
six months ago and it should be tragic to see a man disappear before your eyes, but its quite amusing that other than his dermal attrition the man never changes: he always has a red beret and forever wears a grey shirt featuring a smart child pushing against a door very clearly marked pull.
theres this supergenius
and he says that
if you dont think its funny,
its because you dont know the facts.
one day he wakes up and
overnight he has turned into a scary monster
and i suppose thats where i am right now.
a scream! what a gas! laugh riot!