Showing posts with label tickle fights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tickle fights. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Yet Even More Mall Kiosks And What Their Attendants Are Probably Thinking


The following is what Mable at the Clock Faeces kiosk in Put-In-Bay, Ohio was thinking about:

• What time is it, really?
• Does anybody really know what time it is?
• Why did I just make a fucking old Chicago reference?


The following is what Terence at the Toy Orgasm kiosk in Jasper, Arkansas was thinking about:

• Where is my weed guy? He should be here.
• They were only referred to as "Sandpeople" in the movie, so why are they also called "Tusken Raiders?"
• "Tylenol" spelled backwards is "Lonely T." Whoa.


The following is what Chandra at the Smell Like You Mean It kiosk in Mount Dora, Florida was thinking about:

• Is it an STD if your poop burns, too?
• Why do old rich people assume I'm the goddamned concierge around here?
• I love bowling.


The following is what Hakim at the Plush It Real Good kiosk in La Conner, Washington was thinking about:

• It disheartens me that the reviews for the Dora the Explorer Live Show aren't very positive.
• I bet Mike Pence wears old fashioned matching pajamas, complete with a sleeping cap.
• Why does my butt crack look like Boba Fett?


The following is what Rex at the Currency Exchange kiosk in Greer, South Carolina was thinking about:

• I like to split open ravioli and eat it out like a small pussy.
• Why were the Thundercats's arch enemies mummies? Shouldn't they have been dogs?
• This mustache is hiding my herpes like a charm.


The following is what Gregg at the Perfumerie kiosk in Smyrna, Delaware was thinking about:

• Will Smith's son is faking it, isn't he?
• Would Loretta Lynn's career have been as successful if she had been born an insurance adjuster's daughter?
• When will that boomerang ever come back?


The following is what Keith at the Screen Savers kiosk in Kirkwood, Missouri was thinking about:

• I bet if this scab gets big enough, I could fling it like a frisbee.
• I regret sleeping with the babysitter. Especially since it was MY MOM.
• They need to make alcoholic Capri-Suns.


The following is what Walter at the Legging For Mercy kiosk in Hodgenville, Kentucky was thinking about:

• How come no customers ask ME to model these damn leggings?
• This erection has lasted about 2 hours. Do I call a doctor now or wait another hour?
• Man, whenever Raven Symone starts talking on "The View," I have to change the channel.


The following is what Frieda at the Inflated Sense of Worth kiosk in Leiper's Fork, Kentucky was thinking about:

• Barney Rubble is pretty sexy.
• I wonder why the sight of my husband's smile makes me want to murder him dead?
• I bet I could take on Kimbo Slice, even in his prime.


The following is what Dennis at the Faux Diamonds Are Faux Ever kiosk in Natick, Massachusetts was thinking about:

• If you died on a blimp, would you soul rise through the balloon part or go around it?
• Those red buzzers on "Family Feud" are probably filthy.
• Holy shit, I'm gay! I should totally divorce Chelsea tomorrow.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness




Who farted? No seriously, who farted?


Apparently anthropomorphic sharks don't know shit about proper firearm grip.


Common cannot believe you haven't watched the critically acclaimed AMC series "Hell On Wheels" yet. It's already into its fourth season and has been nominated for an Emmy and a Saturn Award. For shame. What's wrong with you?!


This is both confusing and boring. Were they coming up with album cover ideas in an office break room?


"Come with me if you want to listen to shitty dirty south trappin'."


"Hmm. I know I left my super-conductive black horse around here somewhere…"


HIP HOP AWFULNESS UPDATE:

Good news. Meyhem Lauren, we finally found you A CHAIR!


ENJOY!


Thursday, October 24, 2013

The ProofrEADJer, Disturbing Source Material Edition

From deviantART:


From the Dollar Section at the front of Target (not the incomplete word):


From the original edition of Herman Melville's "Moby Dick:"


Don't ask:


From the DRIcore instructional DVD, as reviewed in last week's EADJ DVD Freestyle, which apparently shows you how to build a hidden sex dungeon:


Monday, February 28, 2011

The Lyrics To "Rude Boy" by Rihanna Explained As If It Weren't Talking About Anything Dirty



Come here, rude boy, boy; can you get it up?
Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: A boy who previously had been rude to Rihanna has been invited back to make amends by helping her raise a flag.

Come here rude boy, boy; is you big enough?
Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: Rihanna wonders aloud if the rope to the flag is too tall for him to reach.

Take it, take it baby, baby
Take it, take it; love me, love me

Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: Although she still considers the boy a "baby," he harbors a deep affection for her.

Tonight I'ma let you be the captain
Tonight I'ma let you do your thing, yeah
Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: It turns out, the boy was helping Rihanna raise the flag to her boat. She has invited the boy to a nighttime trip, and has even offered to let the boy steer the boat (supervised, of course).

Tonight I'ma let you be a rider
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up babe
Tonight I'ma let it be fire
Tonight I'ma let you take me higher

Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: Surprise! Rihanna and the boy have sailed to Chincoteague Island, Virginia, a famous resort island known for its wild pony rides and supervised camping with bonfires. "Higher" refers to the many birding activities at the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge.

Tonight, baby, we could get it on, yeah, we could get it on, yeah
Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: Here, Rihanna has asked the boy's help getting a protective plastic tarp back on the boat.

Do you like it?
Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, want

Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: So many activities!

Give it to me, baby like boom, boom, boom
What I want, want, want is what you want, want, want
Nah nah-ah
Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: Although frowned upon by the National Park Service, many campers on the island light firecrackers.

I like the way you touch me there
I like the way you pull my hair
Babe, if I don't feel it I ain't faking, no, no

Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: ...Uh... tickle fights?

I like when you tell me 'kiss you there'
I like when you tell me 'move it there'

Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: The boy brought some "kissing dolls" and a chess board with him. Such a good time!

So giddy-up; time to get it up:
Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: They ride ponies back to the boat and raise the sail again.

you say you a rude boy: show me what you got now
Come here right no
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Perfectly Not-Dirty Explanation: Rihanna accuses the boy of stealing something from her boat and demands to see what he has behind his back. And this night was going so well!