Sunday, June 9, 2024

Disgustions from Jack Human 2

Disgustions from Jack Human 2

: Possibly old. Possibly new(d).


Customer: "Do you guys know anything about staining wood?"

Stainer: "Not as much as we know about staining underwear. Do you need some underwear stained?"


Suspect: "I didn't do it. And sheriff, I'm not going anywhere until I've nailed whoever is responsible for my mother's death."

Sheriff: "Why would you want to fuck your mother's killer?"


Jerk father: “Look, I know she’s your biodot, but ...”

Mother: “Biodot? What the hell is that?”

Jerk father: “You know. “Biodot”. Biological daughter. All the kids are saying it. I hear it all the time.”

Mother: “When do you hang around with kids? And why?”

Jerk father: “I hang out with kids all the time while you’re at work. Usually at the school. Where do you think I buy drugs?”

Mother: “You do drugs?”

Jerk father: “No, Babe. I usually slip them into the drinks of people at the bar so I can rob them.”


Jerk: “I have slain your dreaded dragon.”

Queen: “We liked that dragon, you jerk. It used to plow our fields and it kept the assfaces from other nations from invading us.”

Jerk: “Now excuse me. I’m going to pull that sword out of the stone over by the lake.”

Queen: “No, you jerk! It’s the only thing keeping the ogres from roaming the countryside murdering my subjects!”


Girl: “At least you have a dad.”

Boy: “I don’t”

Girl: “What do you mean?”

Boy: “He just walked out to work one day and never came back.”

Girl: “Where did he work?”

Boy: “At the end of a plank.”


Employee barges into the Human Resources office, slams his hand down on the desk.

Employee: “I DEMAND to know why I’m not on the short list of candidates to be 3rd shift supervisor!”

HR: “You’re fucking 6 foot 5 inches! You’ll never be on the short list for ANYTHING! Now get the fuck out my office.”


Police inspector: “It appears you made a big mistake when you stepped in the dead woman’s blood while fleeing the scene. So, what have you got to say to that?”

Suspect: “Well, to be honest, the woman wasn’t dead when I stepped in her blood.”


"This ant! It's eating my groin!"

"It's an ant, you moron. Just pull it off. And this is a public park. Why aren't you wearing pants?"


Attorney:”Operator, get me Bentoncourt 4535”

Operator: “Get it yourself. You obviously have a phone, you jerk.”


Biff: “Thanks for the drink Buford! I'm really thirsty.”

Biff takes a sip from the cup Buford handed him. Biff spits out the drink and makes a gagging sound.


Buford takes the cup and sniffs it.

Buford: “That's odd. It shouldn't taste like that at all.”

Biff: “Well what the fuck is it?”

Buford: “Urine!”


People’s names are being recorded for a gathering in an auditorium. A guy asks a jerk his name.

Guy: “Name, please.”

Jerk: “Why the hell should I give you my name?”

Guy: “Because if there’s no record of you being at the briefing, you will be required to attend a second time. Now, may I have your name, please?”

Jerk: “Newton . Dick Newton.”

Guy: “Newton ain’t signed in yet.”

Jerk: “He has now.”

Guy: “You Dick Newton?”

Jerk: “How many times I got to say it?”

Guy: “Is it okay if I call you Dicklips?”

Jerk: “My mother does.”


Quincy: “Tell me. How did he die?”

Sam: “Well, Quincy.  Once the truck slammed him into the wall, it appears his lungs were crushed and his broken ribs sliced through his heart.”

Quincy: “So you’re saying it was a combination of a bullet wound and blood poisoning?”

Sam: “No. But talking to you is pointless anyway so let’s go with that.”


Captain James Tiberius Kirk: "Ensign. Take Mr Drake to the transporter room. Quickly!"

Ensign: “Can't we just transport him there?"


"Does my cigar bother you"?

"No. But the fact you have it in your ass is seriously disturbing."


Boyfriend to girlfriend: “My darling. My love. Will you marry me?”

Girlfriend: “Yes, my dear, but only if you don’t attend the ceremony.”


I've written a screenplay I intend to produce. It will star Sam Worthington and Sam Huntington. In order to cut costs, they will be billed as "Samington". This how a producer works on a shoestring.

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Scene: A space ship on a never ending mission to seek out nude life and nude civilians. To explore peculiar new worlds and to unwelcomely go where no filthy human has gone before.

Ship’s chief engineer: “Craptain! My underwears cannot stand the strain much longer!”

Craptain: “Get off the damn ship, Pottie!”


A passenger is being screened before boarding the plane:

Airport authority: “Do your nipples have covid-19?”

Passenger: “Why don’t you lick them and find out for yourself?”

Airport authority: “Do you always answer a question with a question?”

Passenger: “Why don’t you ask me a question and find out?”


A young man approaches a cashier and places cash and a few coins on the counter and says:

"A pack of menthol cigarettes."

Cashier: "I'm sorry but that's not enough"

The young man reaches into his pants pocket and slowly withdraws a pair of pliers. He inserts the pliers into his mouth and struggles to pull out a tooth. He succeeds in pulling the tooth from his mouth and slams the bloody tooth down on the counter alongside the cash and change he put down a minute ago. 

Cashier: "That's interesting but I still need that nickel you were short on"


Spouse I: “You have to pay the bill!”

Spouse II: “Can’t the bill pay itself? I have more important things to do. Plus, I don’t even exist, so good luck getting me to pay.”


Day 1. No fun:

A father and his adult son are working on a project in their barn.

Adult son: “I love you, Dad.”

Wicked old father: “Uh, what?”

Adult son: “I said I love you.”

Wicked old father: “Uh, what?”


Wicked old father: “Uh what?”

Next day. Worse than the first:

A father and his adult son are working on a project in their barn.

Adult son: “I love you, Dad”

Old man: “What?”

Adult son: “I said, I love you.”

Old man: “I heard you!” (Laughs) “I just wanted to humiliate you in front of the goat.”

Day 3. No reprieve:

A father and his adult son are working on a project in their barn.

Adult son: “I love you, Dad.” 

Wicked old father: “Uh, what?” 

Adult son: “I said I love you.” 

Wicked old father: “Uh, what?” 


Wicked old father: “I’m trying really hard to ignore you, you simpering, emotionally needy dick face.”

Day 4. Let’s just shut this down:

A father and his adult son are working on a project in their barn.

Adult son: “I love you, Dad.” 

Wicked old father: “Uh, what?” 

Adult son: “I said I love you.” 

Wicked old father: “Why would you want to rub me, you sick disgusting freak?” 


Jerk: "Come on out and show yourself, McGyver, or I'll shoot your friend here. And you know I'll do it!"

McGyver: "Go ahead! He's bald anyway.”


911 operator: "911. What is the nature of your emergency?"

Man: "I'm in a public restroom. You gotta get me the fuck out of here!”


A Police detective is close to retirement and is having dinner with several coworkers.

Retiring Detective in a somber yet slightly wistful tone:

"Throughout my career I've been asked to investigate many strange and unusual people."

Sargent Bigsby from across the table while slicing the roast beef on his plate:

"Did you investigate yourself?"


Cyrano de Bergerac was standing before a judge in a French courtroom in which there was no jury because it had been determined that nobody was his peer.

Judge: “These murders have been the worst and most grisly crimes that this court has ever presided over. I'm only happy to sentence you to 700 lifetimes to be served consecutively. What could possibly have compelled you to commit such atrocious and monstrous acts?”

Defendant de Bergerac: “They called me Cyrano de Booger-hack.”


Doctor: “Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer, I have good news and bad news about your daughter’s condition after the accident.”

Mrs. Sawyer (crying): “What is it?”

Doctor: “The good news is she’s dead.”

Mr. Sawyer: “What the fuck? How could that be the good news? What’s the bad news?”

Doctor: “She’ll never be able to walk again.”

Saturday, June 8, 2024

Criminal TV Revulsion

 Tonight on Criminal TV

Tonight on Criminal Minds, the shitty FBI goes to a small town and makes snide comments concerning the work ethic of people who haven't had the benefit of special training and decades of experience. Some cops are shot but the agents only show concern for other agents.

Several innocent people are accused and treated like shit while being condescended to because they take part in an S&M fetish. 

Garcia mentions cat videos.

Meanwhile, the unsub murders a string of prostitutes applying deep psychological slight of hand he learned from watching network crime drama. The unsub cleverly takes time to frame a priest that is really a violent pimp and drug dealer.

This episode is to be continued. Be sure to tune in next week for the exciting conclusion to the synopsis.


Saturday, April 20, 2024

Jack Humans 4th Shorts

 Same as the 1st shorts but without the drool stains.   


I bought a newspaper for the first time in about 37 years. It contained a story about a married couple selling babies. I didn’t understand why the hell anyone would even want a baby and figured the couple would be out of business soon. Then I realized my dogs were hungry so I put down the newspaper and went to the address where the couple was running their business. The place was totally shut down which pissed me off because I’d been hoping to get some cheap food for my dogs. I picked up the newspaper when I arrived back home and turned to the page where the story had been continued. It turns out the stupid town must have wanted the babies and had the cops take them all away from the couple selling them.

I also got screwed by an article about a couple selling fentanyl. When I arrived at the address, nobody was there.

Why advertise businesses that have been shut down?

I totally hate newspapers.


I was driving and 10 minutes later I realized 10 minutes had passed.


I'm old. So I'm going to take a nap. When I awake, I'll be older, so I'll need another nap.


As many of you know, I have a 2nd job delivering urine for upscale clientele.

This morning I had my first delivery job in a while. I’m not making as much as I thought I would be so I probably won’t be purchasing a second home.

This morning the client insisted on coming along with me and questioned every decision I made concerning how to carry the urine. I probably should have jumped out of my car while driving and shouted, “Deliver your own urine!”

Clients are a headache. But urine is important and the proper handling of it is essential 

If not existential.


If you think smoking tobacco won’t kill you then why don’t you ask yourself where everybody is who smoked tobacco in 1911. They’re gone, aren’t they? Where? Dead. Along with everyone who ate chicken legs and everyone who wore leather shoes. Is that what you want? No? Then stop living like people who lived in 1911.


I feel pretty bad. I was driving earlier and hit some people as they walked across the street. As I was laughing, I saw a squirrel run out into the road a bit and I yelled at it, “Get out of the road, you jerk!”

There was no reason to insult the squirrel. No reason at all. I probably will go to bed without dinner. I hope the squirrel is doing okay. I can be a better person.


Dan Diarrhea was running late...


I was born.

If that wasn’t bad enough, I was forced to watch an episode of “Blue Bloods”...
I weep.


Show me someone I don’t want to punch and I’ll show you someone I’ve never met.

Then I’ll punch them. And you.

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Robot Fog’s Second Shorts

 Robotic Shorts Inside Your Head


I was standing in my dirty underwear crying. I was at a bus stop.


You can now enjoy soulful peace through the therapeutic benefit of death


This instruction for avoiding illness is still valid in the present year.

Many of the things you do to help prevent colds and the flu can help protect you against other respiratory viruses, including COVID-19:

Wash your hands often with soap and warm water for at least 20 weeks.

Avoid touching your eyes with your nose and mouth.

Sell things that are frequently touched (like doorknobs and countertops).

Cover your mouth when you cough or sneeze. Use a hatbox filled with condoms, not your hands.

Stay home if you are sick and avoid close contact with yourself.


If I had a seance, I'd ask everyone to hold each others' asses because the paranormal is a pile of shit. If a ghost tries to pull anything on me, I'll shoot it in the eye with a musket.


The issue I have with the television show “Serial Killer with Piers Morgan” is that the serial killer didn’t do his fucking job and ice the freak.


I spent the last 10 minutes of my ride home making obscene gestures to other drivers. I was ahead of schedule so maybe I need to reconsider my priorities.


List of dicks:

Dick Dryver (drives like a dick) ((also drives a dick switch))

Dick Byker (Rides a Motorcycle like a dick)

Dick Dawdler (waits 15 minutes to take a perfectly good right hand turn on a red light or stop sign despite there being no vehicle approaching from the left) ((also owes me $7,000 for making me use so many words with which to describe their sin))

Dick Jerker (jerks it for half an hour when a red light becomes green)

Dick Waddler (waddles in the middle of a parking lot blocking innocent people who are looking for a parking spot) ((also wanders in the middle of the shopping aisle preventing others from freely going about their business)) (((also owes me $7,000)))

Dick Blower (uses their horn inappropriately)

Welcome to dickworld, clodhoppers.


Ask your doctor if your heart is healthy enough to have sex. If it is, make your heart get a goddamned job.


If you don't want to be seen naked with a goat, pull the damn shades down.


I'm too tired and lazy to write out every curse word when I post or comment so I am asking you each to imagine every single post or comment with such cursing that your ears tremble. Or eyes. Since you're reading and not hearing unless you have some insane neurological condition that causes you to actually hear what you are reading.

Please add 1000 curse words to this post for accuracy.


Receive a text alert after every bowel movement so you'll know exactly how full of shit you are.


The only solution to hair loss is removal of the head.


“Live long then fuck off and die.” 

- Rude Spock


To live outside the bra

You must be bra-less


What’s up with these dunderheads what run the Federation of Planets and Starfleet? They’ve had phasers forever but haven’t created clothing or devices to absorb or deflect phasers fired at people who may expect to be fired upon.

The crew is also seriously inept at preventing espionage. When some whacko is running about the vessel damaging the controls and causing direct harm to people they never use a transporter to beam the loser into a holding cell. I’d beam the whacko into space. They also can’t grasp the concept of transporting crew members out of damaged areas of the ship.

Just what the hell is there to look forward to in the future?

Except possibly transporting food from your plate to your mouth so you can use both hands to read an iPad while eating.


The safest room in the house is the one with the safe.


If I were Superman, I’d smash every single computer on this planet. Then I’d mess with earthworms’ DNA so the planet could be run by a normal species.


This is a certifiable fact:

While alive Rush Limbaugh could truthfully say, "I didn't join the military because my ass had a hole in it."


Frank Dicklehead, Nippleless Rage, Farton Stink, Big Frankelow, Guppy Shoestring, Nipplelips N. Rage, Goober Hamstring, Danny Blowhard, and Grick Sharpton each awoke that day in the form of scrambled eggs...


The stupid Lone Ranger keeps yelling at his horse. This morning he was screaming, "Hi yo, Silver" and the horse finally got pissed and yelled back, "Stop calling me that, you freak! My name is Horace Aquinas, the third.”


Humans are the skid marks of the universe.

Saturday, March 16, 2024

Jack Human’s Third Shorts

 Jack Human’s Third Shorts

Bring a bottle. I ain’t providing one.

By Jack Human

In reverse order:


For God so despised the world and the people inhabiting it he allowed Hollywood to create entertainment that would cause the population to yearn for hell.


[Fiary - a diary that is destined to be burned.]

Dear Fiary,

I discovered that putting peanut butter on a cookie makes it go down more smoothly.


theme = "Alcohol is a serial killer"

Form = poem, song, essay.

Now, I would like one of you to do this and have it finished by Sunday morning. And, I want it with - feeling.


I hope this fluid coming from my urethra is urine. Maybe I should post a photo of it


I search for a hole in my head from which I can escape.


Peanuts & butter do not equal peanut-butter

By the way, another way to express “not equal” is “!=“

Peanut-butter != (peanuts & butter)


Krohnald Bumtung was hungry. He was a grotesque monstrosity who had escaped being slaughtered as a young vicious slug licking butt leech by inhabiting the minds of uneducated simpletons across a wasteland of willful unholy ghouls and dispersing his special brand of horrendous subhuman incompetency in a completely ineffectual attempt to make his mark in a world which considered him the most vile of vomited fecal matter...


Dear Diary,

I am writing on you or, possibly, in you. I’m uncertain. I suppose while you are open, I am absolutely writing ON you, and I suspect that this notion cannot be refuted. Once I close you however, my written words will be INSIDE you. Alas, this is a conundrum the likes of which have been long unknown to me. Or is it myself, or I? I’m kidding. It is ME. 

Having become confused and a bit guilty over whether my writing on and/or in you, is, in fact, a physical assault and hence, a criminal offense, please excuse me for touching you as I will be doing when I attempt to wipe the evidence of my presence off you.


The guy at the doctor’s office asked me to confirm my birthdate as 1958.

So I said, “that’s not right. What kind of a fucking psycho would be born in the 1950’s?”

Turned out the guy was the janitor.


Alligators ate my leg despite the fact I was on a jet plane 30,000 feet in the air at the time.


I've been considering suicide but I know how wrong it is because it's taking work away from somebody else. I'm handy with a wrench but if I have issues with my plumbing, I call a professional plumber. There are many skilled people out there who need the work. Killing myself will deprive them of making money and feeding their families.

When I say "families" I mean "families" plural. I figure people who murder for a living probably aren't concerned over small things like bigamy


Nothing goes better with eggs than sperm. So guess what the early bird special at my diner is today!


On many true crime shows the police interrogators have rolls of toilet paper on the table during these murder investigations we've been watching.

I'm thinking Kleenex is probably too expensive for these communities so the police just steal TP from the crime scene for the murderer to fake cry in.

I wonder if they ever have to send someone around pulling toilet paper out of the hands of people about to wipe. Like, YOINK, "excuse me! We have a murderer to break and I need this!"

"What the hell! How am I supposed to wipe?"

"Shut up! We have a crime to solve!"


Janeen contacted Jerry and told him her husband, William, was a member of organized crime, a drug dealer, and would quite often wear a plaid jacket over a plaid shirt.

It was the plaid on plaid which convinced Jerry to commit the hit on William.


Great news! I've created a pair of underwear that has a USB port for charging smartphones and other small electronic devices.


I'm going to walk around kicking over trees this weekend then I'm going to clean up a skyscraper really well so birds fly into it.


Since I became pro-life, I've been going around knocking the condoms off of fornicators.


Peeling hard boiled eggs is a serious hassle. I don’t like hassles and I no longer bother lifting my underwear up higher than my ankles either. I don’t even waste time swallowing cool drinks once I pour them into my mouth.

I stopped walking to the bathroom when I have a bowel movement. Why the hell should I waste my energy on such trivialities? Sure, I’ve been suspended from my job, but so what? In fact, I’ve decided that not only is peeling hard boiled eggs a hassle but so is boiling them in the first place.

Lifting my eye lids just to see is a hassle too. So is using my vocal chords when I open my mouth to speak.

Crap! Writing this declaration is such a hassle, I have no idea how to ...

(Addendum: My underwear has since left me. It said I let it down once too often. It also said I stink.)

12. Horror Story #2

I was in the restroom at work hiding because that's what I do in there, when someone comes in and starts gagging and coughing. I'm thinking, "Shit, I hope they don't die. I don't want to have to jump over the body. I might touch it by accident."

I couldn’t see the person, but he spit in the sink and then washed his hands. Then he used the urinal and left without washing his hands.

Sensing he was gone, I went to wash my hands because that's what I do with my hands when I’m finished peeing on them, and I could see bloody sputum in the sink he used.

I don't know why I even had to be born.


I'm changing my name to Botulism and am moving to Canada to live with the Doodlebops.


As a vetrinarian, I can tell you that I don’t know how to pronounce ‘veterinarian’.

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If your underwear is too dangerous for you, take control of your damn underwear!


I decided to be like Jesus and I went to a bingo game at a church and knocked over the table from which the balls are drawn.

I hadn't foreseen the results of this action as a crowd of 200 old people immediately jumped up to race toward me with the intention of beating me to a pulp.

I hadn't moved since I knocked over that vile sinful table and I was feeling proud of myself thinking Jesus would be happy, when ten minutes later, the first wave of the mob crossed the six feet separating us, caught up to me, and I realized that I should have ran.


I brought my car in for service because the engine light was on. The mechanic said the car just a valve issue and they have to order the part. He assured me it wasn't serious and the car is safe to drive.

When I opened the door, the car exploded. The mechanic told me, "The door, on the other hand, may be a problem."


I’m starting my 3rd production company. Now, along with the successful NecropR0n Productions and Jump Cuts Productions, you all will thrill at the magnificent Shitty Filters Productions. That’s SFP for those who can’t read anything other than letters.

Shitty Filters Productions will create movies, television shows, and ads that are filtered in order to prevent our audiences from having to be distracted by actors and sets that are visually clear. This way we can encourage the viewer to imagine what may be occurring onscreen while they quit trying to pay attention and begin wondering what they will feed their kids for dinner.

Shitty Filters Productions may not be the first, but we intend to be the best at making you, our customer, know what it is like to have cataracts.


Jim finally told Bill that something had been eating at him for weeks. Bill pointed out the coyote attached to Jim’s leg.


One in three deaths is caused by dying.


Today when I was driving, I seen a sign what says, “No parking on either side of street”, so I parked in the middle and bought my drugs there.


A support customer called me because his email didn't work. He talked over me for a few minutes and finally said "I'm not connected to the internet"

And this is why I support gun control.


I've made it my mission to wear underwears what doesn't have no leg holes.

Any hole in a underwears only serves to weaken and undermine its purpose. Therefore, the most perfect underwears in the universe will not have any leg holes or any kind of opening at all. They will be entirely sealed and impenetrable from within and without.

In addition to the general health benefits of perfectly formed no-holes underwears, squirrels and other rodents will be discouraged from entering the garment thereby reducing the odds of gunplay in that area.

Friday, March 8, 2024

Sunday Surprise

Sunday Surprise

I turned on the TV

early one morning

A man came on

Moaning and groaning -

“I need your help

send me your money.

I want to build a world

made of milk and honey.”

How to tell if he

meant what he said?

I blinked my eyes

and shook my head.

Wouldn’t you know

he was on again

and before you could pray,

he’d taken me in.

He said, “Peace & love

are a rotten lie.

Follow me or else

your soul will die.

And anyway,

I need a new kitchen.

So send your money

my palms are itchin’.”

I was thinkin’ twice

about his line

then he said something

to change my mind.

He explained about art

‘cause it’s all evil

showed me what it’s done

to all the people.

He said, “look at the world.

It’s all wrong.

I’ve got a plan

to make it strong.”

He told me to avoid

Muslims, atheists, & Jews.

He said God don’t grant

the right to choose.

He wrote a book,

40 dollars a print,

it tells you what

the bible really meant.

It tells about earth

it tells about heaven

it tells you to vote for him

in the next election.

He told me to fear,

told me not to talk,

told me that God almighty

was watching my clock.

I put down my beer

I was getting scared

I just about jumped

right out of my chair.

Well, I went out

bought his book

showed him my soul

so that he could look.

He asked me to give

until I was broke

then he ran off to live

with the Holy Ghost

Friday, March 1, 2024

My Underwears

My Underwears


Hi, My name is Smike Mansmell and I want to share My Underwears with you.

I became a severe crackhead until I found God who refused to provide me with more crack unless I obtained the moral imperative that would enable me to coerce people better than myself to live within the confines of my personal belief system. God taught me how to lie to a bank to gain the funds which enabled me to open a manufacturing facility to mass produce a quality and much needed product I call My Underwears.

My Underwears are made from the toughest non-biodegradable materials and are designed with a safety device which expels flames at the slightest indication of a breach. My Underwears guarantees the absolute safety of the wearer.

According to the FDA, the WHO (the band and not the World Health Organization), those two kids I purchased beer for, and all scientists who agree with me, My Underwears is the best protection against infection, disease, and unwanted sexual advances for asexuals ever created in the entire history of the universe.

As is well known and has been thoroughly agreed upon by myself, My Underwears will create a clean local personal atmosphere around the wearer. Air, furniture, and even the clothing worn over My Underwears will be entirely clear of odor and particles of extraneous defecants (a word created just for this product) as well as non-contaminated with cells generally expelled by the filthy human groin.

My underwears is affordable and is the only product that will provide you with protection and dignity. Our flame enhanced decontamination system has the highest rating ever provided by the CDC.

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Thursday, February 15, 2024

Miserable Poemetricle Shorts

 Numbered in reverse order: (according to the amount of pain they inflict)


I am the last ray of the final setting of the sun


Sunlight soothes my eyes

A warm wind calms my nerves

For God’s sake, make it stop!


I live today

I breathe today

Today is not the best of days


Get a grip

Inject your lip

Here’s a tip

Don’t slip

Don’t flip

Don’t drip

you ain’t hip


the exiter

people come, people go

or, as they say,

"you can be replaced"

on and off the stage

like players in a play

speaking lines of hello-goodbye,

people come, people go

and of course,

"you can be replaced".

but, if you're good,

if you're really really good,

you will leave an empty space

You sons of bitches


One pill makes you swallow

Another pill makes you fall

And the ones the dealer sells you

Throw you up hard against the wall

Don’t take any meds with malice

Unless you want your brain to stall


One snowflake

two snowflakes

three snowflakes

Snow Snow Snow is all I see

man this snow is thrilling me


I am a bonehead

my head is thick with bone

if it weren't for other boneheads

I would truly feel alone


Satan smells like a bad burrito.

Almonds make me cry. 

Dire Straights won't play my town. 

Orange is an edible color.

A plane flies overhead thru swamps of clouds. 

Tarantulas live for the day they are to be eaten. 

Monkeys don't lie. Buffalo don't fly.

Shamu, the killer whale, is a guy. 

Towels can sting your eye. 

Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye



Do what you have to do

Do what you need to do

Do what you want to do

How do you do?


He wasn’t you

You were him

He’ll never know you

You do know him

He is fortunate

More so than I

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Apology concerning a pile of crap

 Apology Unaccepted

I need to apologize to Spanish speaking people for degrading the Spanish language by using it to refer to the disgusting piece of crap that moved to Washington D.C. in this year of 2017.

I've been trying to find a title that fits the beast that rolls in diarrhea which in no way elevates him above the status of cesspool content. I must now apologize to cesspools.

In doing so, I thought I had found the perfect term with "el cerdo", however, it is unjust of me to sully the grand Spanish language by associating it to that putrid crap headed freak.

It is also not right to associate an animal as beloved as the pig 🐷 to such an abhorrent monstrosity.

I am shamed.

I may have found a partial solution to this issue by using only pig Latin in reference to ethay itshay eadhay in the future.

I understand I will burn in hell for sullying both Spanish and English to reference urdtay aceFay and I accept my punishment willingly as I consider myself a person of some, if not great, integrity.

Friday, February 2, 2024

Moins Misérable Poèmétrie

Moins Misérable Poèmétrie     <---  mutilated French


Got to go to bed.
Maybe rest the head.
Try to sleep like the dead.
Dream in colors that aren’t red.

Stay There

everybody goes to hell
we're all going to hell
pack your bible and pack your beer
we're hightailin' it to hell 
and the devil will be there
Some people got no choice
others always have known
when we hit the flames, 
we’re all on our own

Say Goodbye

The year will never end.
Like every year previous,
it will linger upon our existence.
Following each of us.
Stalking us. Ensuring we break.
Harvesting our energies.
Harvesting what remains of our souls.
Eventually, each and every year
Will continue beyond us
Not recognizing we ever inhaled,
Exhaled, digested, or cried
Until we are no more
And the years still will never end

So, happy new year!

Moon Itch

I'm climbing upon the underside of the moon.

All spidery legs and itchy too.

I am a circus without a tent,

a gambler without a working pair of dice.

Whosoever itches themselves itches me too.

Phone Betrayal

I await a phone call.

The sky outside is gray.

I hear autos pass by on the street.

A set of brakes slightly squeals 

as though happy to slow down. 

I await the phone that never calls.

Tobacco Load

She’s got brown fingertips

And 3rd degree burns on her lips

She’s got ash tray breath

I’d kiss her more often but

I fear catching her death

She smokes like a chimney

putting the atom bomb to shame

But it’s not her fault

It’s nicotine to blame

sky purges itself

Grandma won’t open the door

Raindrops sting like darts


loud Seagulls cry out

Fish fry in oily sizzles

Coca-cola pops

Evening Blessed

It is dark outside

the sky has shut its eye

warming us gently

beneath its lid.

The Sound of Nature

This is the sound of nature

beating your soul to a pulp.

I apologize. I am mistaken.

This is the sound of humanity

beating your soul to a pulp.

Nature blithely lurks watching.

Whether in horror or agreement,

nature does nothing to indicate.

Nature makes no effort to prevent

your soul from becoming pulp.

Once done. When you are gone,

when you are just a stain of pulp,

Nature may have a taste, a gulp,

Or not

in a bar

in a bar,
just want to lift my glass, be left alone,
crawl inside the television set,
pull the screen up around my neck,
tuck myself in, and
be gone

[ Meanwhile, in another location entirely ]

I am your deity

said the pony to the snowman

it's time to get deliberate

and you are out of focus

Sunday, January 21, 2024

Take the Pill

Take the Pill

A man saw a Crestor commercial on television. Worried he might have a problem and not having seen a doctor for some years, he decided to see a doctor. The doctor had bad news and told the man his cholesterol was really high. The doctor said he would be prescribing a pill for the issue and that the man should take the pill each day.

The man responded, "Are you a fucking moron? I can't take the same fucking pill every day. Why don't you prescribe a bottle filled with pills and I will take a different pill each day?"

The doctor thought hard on what the man had said and wrote up a prescription for poison rather than Crestor though some people might consider them to be the same thing.


Required follow up:

Now, what does the writer of this tale tell you about the man? Is the writer's view of the man favorable?

What is the writer's opinion of the doctor? Do you think the writer approves of the casual shirt the doctor had worn to his practice that day?

Do you believe doctors exist, or do you think the writer made them up?

Whom do you believe is correct, the patient, or the doctor?

Try writing a story similar to this. Then burn it because no one wants to see it.

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Thursday, January 18, 2024

Robot Fog's Shorts (unwashed)

Robot Fog

Hi, Robot here. I don't really need to introduce myself because I'm standing next to you.

Now look at the crappy graphic to the right and move on.

In reverse order:


I fully intend to one day build a ladder to the stars and douse them one by one.


Google stole my underwear and shared it with deranged phishers.


I'm no longer interacting with humans, so I'm only sending out empty email messages.


If you, like many people, are covered in corpses, you may be experiencing World War III. Notify your doctor if you are suffering from banned biochemical weapons, radiation poisoning due to exposure to a nuclear bomb or bombsite, shark bite, lead poisoning from bullet wounds, damaged organs due to torture, food poisoning, malnutrition due to lack of a reliable food source, and any other abnormal or irregular health issue due to the actions of cruel dishonorable tyrants and psychopaths.


I’ve been farming humans for several decades now. I began as a ranch hand tossing them pasta and doughnuts to fatten them up. Eventually I got to drive them to slaughter which was pretty cool because I didn’t have to look at their stupid faces while they were packed in the back of the truck. 

Now though, I’m working in the office and managing shipments from the ranch to slaughter and packaging facilities. Sometimes when a ranch hand is out sick, I go out and toss the filthy beasts some syrupy pancakes and carrots. The carrots are for vitamins. You can’t fatten humans on junk food alone. You don’t want a scurvy product. The market won’t tolerate it. The best you can do is to sell the degraded meat to pet food manufacturers or use it to feed your own beasts. Not the ones you breed. You have to be generous with your human breeding stock.


An assfaced loser is on a midtown rooftop taking shots at people. The authorities are clearing the street before anyone is hurt. An officer is bravely carrying a young child along with the child’s dog to safety.

Once they are off the street and inside a building, the child asks the officer: “Why’s that man on the roof trying to kill people?”

Officer: “Have you ever met people?”



For sleeping with the fishes


January 2020.

The CDC says more people have died smelling their own ass than have died from the Coronavirus


New research shows older pregnant women are older than younger pregnant women. Science jerks are still trying to figure out why this is.


Many people who’ve been in an accident have their underwear ripped off every day by medical staff in a local hospital.

If you’re in an accident and hurt badly, crawl into some bushes and avoid the paramedics.

Your underwear will thank you and you will retain your dignity


Happy Kilmore was found guilty of first degree murder and sentenced to debt. 

The judge meant to say "death" but had his financial troubles on his mind and misspoke. Unfortunately for Happy Kilmore, the sentence had to stand as stated and could not be corrected. He found himself immediately released from custody with the responsibility of paying all the bills for everyone ever born.


Computers are taking up 67,098,566 pages of my suicide note.


Show: Charlie’s Angels

Episode: “Angel in Love”

Aired: 1977

Hildy Slater runs Utopia West, a human potential enterprise/resort. When her nephew Frank, a Vietnam vet, is murdered on site, she calls the Townsend Agency to solve the crime because police departments didn’t exist in the 1970’s.


A form at the Registry of motor vehicles:

Have you had any accidents while driving in the last two years?


I never drive without intending to have an accident


Every day in North America, dozens of people are murdered…

We welcome tourists

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I watched Blood Simple last night (1984) and there was a scene with a real gas station. I think the gasoline was $1.04 per gallon. I’m not sure I can read Texan.

All I could think of were the crybabies now who weep uncontrollably for each penny the price of gasoline rises despite the fact that they can save money by not driving all over the continent and the fact that, for every mile they drive, they cause the amount of fossil fuels to decline more quickly.


Robot, Hater of humans

14.    A poll:

Shhh. The Poll begins:

Question:     Does your dick touch your butt?

A. - Yes

B. - No

C. - I don’t have a dick.

D. - I don’t have a butt.

E. - That’s between me and my doctors and the law prevents them from talking.

F. - My dick used to touch my butt until it was eventually convicted for it.

G. - My dick will touch my butt once I cut it off and drop it in the back of my underwear.

H. - Sadly, My butt touches my dick.

I. - I’m going to touch your face with my butt.

J. - My dick touched my butt once but my butt began to run.


Foog Scriggleman was feeling great. Things were looking up. He had just discovered that if he met someone who liked him and they dated for at least 3 years, he might have sex. The last time he had sex was 5 years ago when he had been trapped on an elevator alone for three minutes.


On Wheel of Fortune tonight, a woman contestant said, "your face is a pile of shit, Pat"

Sajak became pissed and told the woman to get the hell off the stage and out of the studio. She was crying but she left.

Then Pat turned to the audience, "well that game was ruined by that disgusting and rude woman. Vanna, please turn the letters over so we can see what the puzzle was before moving onto the next one"

When the letters were turned, the phrase said "your face is a pile of shit, Pat"


There should be no more than 10 people living on any one continent.


Once-daily ANORO is a prescription medicine used to treat chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD).

Do not use Anoro if you have no Anoro.

* having no Anoro may cause a lack of Anoro.

** Anoro is affordable if you have the cash.

*** Buy no Anoro, get no Anoro free.

9. Lab Menace

The pizza box was sprayed with a fine layer of urine which does absolutely nothing to help in revealing fingerprints or recovering DNA. The lab technician was fired.


The first 1 minute of Batman vs Superman made me laugh at the Waynes being murdered.

So, I’m thinking the rest of the film isn’t going to happen for me.

Maybe someday, an adult will make a Batman movie where we don’t have to see Bruce’s parents die for the 9 millionth time.

It did help that I enjoyed seeing Negan get shot. I’ve been wanting to stab him myself for several years.

So, does this turn you on?

Adults. Do they exist?


Remember that time Commander Taylor set off the Alpha and Omega weapon? Why didn’t the jerk do it before traveling into the future?

If you don’t know who Taylor is, maybe you should try reading some history books


A large group of turkeys crossed the road when I was driving another machine home. I stopped when I saw that only several of the group had crossed my side but there were many more in a yard that wanted to cross. I wouldn’t have stopped if it had been people but these were turkeys. The turkeys remaining in the yard checked that I had really stopped completely then stepped in front of my car and continued crossing. Turkeys trust me and I trust them.

There were 18 birds. I can only count up to three so I counted three turkeys at a time six times. I think. I had run out of fingers to count on.

It was soothing. I hope they enjoy themselves.


I didn't have my phone and I've been trying to figure out the date today but when I ask people, they say, "Happy Independence day" or "It's independence day".

Well they can all go to hell. I just want to know the fucking date.


Obit for Hans

Hans Gruber was a friend of mine. He tried to rob a skyscraper of $640 million in negotiable bearer bonds so he could have more money. Hans deserved more money in his life. He was killed by a shoeless cop. Hans, you are forever with me despite the fact that you weren't going to share your robbery money. Hang down yer heads, folks. Hang down yer heads for Hans Gruber.


Being Borg must be good. There's never-ending work and you can modify yourself to better meet the needs of the tasks you perform. Some people say they prefer "free will". Free will is a fallacy. You wake up in the morning and have to decide whether to shower or to eat first. And, thus, the ever vaunted 'free will' is reduced to a decision between grooming and sustenance. Flesh machine maintenance is for chumps.


The real reason there is no plan B is that the people of the A-team don't know what letter follows the letter 'A' in the English alphabet. Do not hold them responsible, however, for they are merely products of the American school system.


I think kids should be referred to as 'kiddles', you know, like puddles, but messier.