The internet allows me to make my Howard Hughes dream come alive.

Anything I would need to leave my house, or talk to another human about, can instead be done on the internet.

Things like, ordering cable at 1am, when there’s too much going on in the house to sleep.

La internet est Mort.
Viva la internet!

Tuesday: Ate Toothpaste

Personally, I feel pretty sorry for Mr. “No Time for Jibber-Jabber, I gotta get work” T. It seems every time that I turn on the T.V. I’m seeing him shilling some sort of Pay-Day Loan.

Poor guy. Everyone needs cash sometimes, even Mr. T.

[sucka.]

By the way, I’m jacking this image from another website, which means it will probably turn into something homo-erotic or otherwise pornographic in the near future. I know it’s bad to do such things, so it’ll serve me right. If it is something untoward, could you please click my name above and send me an email, so I can come back and laugh at it too. I deserve to be let in on the joke.