Jersey Shore | The Omnipotent Poobah Speaks!

DEEP THOUGHTS - Who knew that Iron Mike was such a deep and soulful thinker?

Well, Whadda Ya Gonna Do?

The TSA is definitely not going to like this.
Well of course she was run over. She used up all her luck on the lotto ticket.
Jess finally found a career commensurate with her talents.
Right after James swallowed the first bite he thought, “There oughta be a law…”.
This whole health insurance thing is getting way out of hand. Still, she is kinda cute.

When Randomness Attacks!

You heard it here first, Rush Limbaugh is secretly black. He loves fried chicken, eats watermelon, and can dance his baggy-assed, pissed off white man pants off!
There’s a reason public service ads are given to TV stations for free.
Friends don’t let friends go all Jersey Shore. Especially not as a naked Snookie.
And now, carrying on the finest oratorical skills honed in a generation, LET’S…GIVE IT UP…FOR GEORGE W. BUSH!
Psst, if you give her a ticket, remember to get a peek at her 5-hole.
SURPRISE!
If you think this is gross, wait until you see the airline food site. (Thanks to Dave Away From Home)
Life, unhappy be thy name. (Thanks to Always Aroused Girl who’s sometimes NSFW)
Clearly, Pokemon is not Japanese for “party animal“.
I went to a hockey game and a fight broke out…well, more of a tiff really.
Hey, they forgot about Big Bone Lick and Tit, Algeria?
This is how Rush Limbaugh views women in the military.
Dysfunctional Family Circus: I bet Daddy’s sleeping with Cathy too.
HELP! Men are drowning in progesterone.
Clearly this guy has been watching too many Starsky and Hutch reruns.
As a DIY project, the homemade toupee made a better merkin than a wig.

And Some People Put Their Faith in the Private Sector

They’re freshly made from the flanks of a Red Bull.
Damn, you can only buy up to five. I was hoping for so much more.
Sure you can buy them, if by “insane” you mean “insanely stupid“.
Typical politician. He comes with kung fu jerk-off action grip.
Yum, yum! Mom’s making Can O’ Meat slathered in Can O’ Sauce for dinner.
And the best part is the car gets 35 miles per pint.
It’s the perfect thing for drinking tea with your head cheese luncheon sandwiches. (Thanks to Tri-Ops)

The Naughty Bits

Really? Is it just a goat for a blow job then?
I always try to sing one of these myself, but sometimes it wakes up the neighbors.
Hey, I just saw a display of these at the Focus on the Family convention.
Betcha you can’t eat just one.
Yertle was such a studly amphibian.
Those crafty old biddies – so thaaaaat’s how they did it.
They do the surgery to reduce them? I guess these 38DDs weren’t such a good thing then.
I’m thinking this “prosti-dude” will be a passing fancy.

Criminal Jugheads on Parades

How’s that not guilty plea on drunk driving with a Christmas tree charge working for you Rip? Really? Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.
Cops hold charity barbecue – one injured.
CSI Lancashire: “Somebody call Grissom out of retirement and ask him about these little wiggly white bugs.”

They’re Clever, They Just Have Problems Making Brakes

Make It So Mr. Data

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