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Dear Asteroid, Please Strike Earth Soon

by Commodore on July 6, 2009

Look.  It's Alec Baldwin.  See him?

Look. It's Alec Baldwin. See him?

I wish I was making this up.  I really do.

A Stockton family says the image of Michael Jackson appeared on his tree stump the day the King of Pop died.

Please, please, please Mr. Asteroid, put us out of our misery.

First of all, have you ever been to Stockton, CA?  Not exactly the IQ Capital of America.  Secondly, how in the fuck do you see an image of Michael Jackson in that photo above?!?!?!?!  I just took six hits of LSD and still, all I see is the stump of what used to be a branch.  That’s it.

Many people in the crowd who gathered to look at the stump Sunday afternoon saw the resemblance, but why would Michael Jackson appear instead of a religious figure — or even any of the other celebrities who recently passed away?  “Because Michael Jackson was an icon to us,” said one neighbor. “To Stockton, Michael Jackson meant more to us than Jesus, to some people. I think they’re both about even.”

Oh pretty please Mr. Asteroid!  Make it swift!

To Stockton?  To some people?  Make up your mind “some neighbor”.  Michael Jackson and Jesus were even?  Nice.  No wonder Stockton is a God forsaken place.  Hey Andrew Luria, are you interviewing homeless guys chewing on sand and sniffing heroin?  Come on, guy.

Some say it looks more like the Scarecrow, and some say it looks like Jesus.

Oh for fuck’s sake, people!

Mr. Asteroid.  I will blow you if it gets you here quicker.  Please come put an end to our collective uselessness.

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What’s That Noise? Maybe I Should Shoot It

by Commodore on March 15, 2009

I can’t remember who it was that said it first but the idea that “We Are All The Same”, officially doesn’t fly anymore.  I know this to be true because if I heard a noise in a tree outside my house, I wouldn’t think that a monkey was trying to steal fruit out of it.  Even if I did, I don’t think I would then go discharge a firearm in the direction of the racket.  What is this, My Cousin Vinny?!

Even if I did reach this point of “bad to worse” decision making, I sure as shit wouldn’t expect to hear a woman’s shriek after I blasted a round into the vegetation.  And there would be a 100% impossibility that this woman would be my neighbor.

WTF is going on in Malaysia where neighbor’s steal shit out of people’s trees and other people recklessly unload bullets at an unknown rustling noise?

I hear Kuala Lumpur is great this time of year.

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