Comics and Criticism
Once upon a time, there were summer movies that weren’t about super heroes. Here’s a list the lighthearted movies we enjoyed in our youth before the onslaught of Robert Downey Jr.
It is really time that Zuck gets hauled in front of congress again to explain FaceBook’s fetal algorithms. I’m relatively positive that he’s been tracking everything from amniotic viscosity to blastopore density.
Just like leprechauns, this comic is chronically late. Much like all the leprecahun’s girlfriends, and mistresses and pots of gold. That’s right, leprechauns like to fuck pots of gold. Google it.
I’d say Squiggles has a problem with Ron Jeremy. Butt width a star this luminescent, this is not a problem. Now go out and enjoy your moist Holiday Scumballs topped off with some Raunch Dressing.
There’s nothing funny about sexual harassment or assault but you can make fun of the names!
Donald (up the) Trump, Bill Cli(toris)nton, James Franco (and Beans), Casey (at the bat) Affleck, Paul Haggis (and blood pudding), Ben Vereen (off the straight and narrow), Morgan Spu(tom)rlock, Tavis (won’t make you) Smiley, (S)Heath Evans, Marshall Faulk (me or die), Mario (cock and) Batali, Dustin (your ass) Hoffman, Oliver Stone (hard), Roy (what is your) Price, Harvey Weinstein, Matt (muncher) Lauer, Kevin (sex in) Spacey, Garrison Keillor (when I was done), Louis CK (my cock).
This book was written by Proust. Apparently he was allergic to Petite madeleines which set him off on this tome. Remembrance of Things Passed out My Nose. Is it solipsistic in here, or is it just me?
I’m never sure what the (anti) PC police allow nowdays, so I’m not sure if I should say Happy Honda Days or Merry Toyotathon? Whatever. Fuck you and yours and let’s just make the most of the last XMas of humankind.
I know it’s tough to drag yourself away from the numerous Schmek’s day activities (Who doesn’t love Ruffled Potato chips!) but if it’s not too much of a Snafu join us to celebrate! Good God, just join us already.
