After enduring a good couple weeks of the media’s death watch, the Pope ran out of juice yesterday.
Wow: The Pope, Terri Shiavo, and Johnny Cochran. All gone in one week.
There’s a joke in there somewhere, damn it, I know there is…
After enduring a good couple weeks of the media’s death watch, the Pope ran out of juice yesterday.
Wow: The Pope, Terri Shiavo, and Johnny Cochran. All gone in one week.
There’s a joke in there somewhere, damn it, I know there is…
Ok,
so the pope, a carrot, and this guy named John walk into a bar; the
pope and John said “ouch (!)”, but the carrot didn’t! Ahahahahaha!
Veggies don’t feel anything, get it?! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself…
For
some reason I don’t feel sorry for the pope, and I have lots of faith
in God. Maybe it’s cause my great grandmother is 94 years old and she
wants to die. I think it’s so cool how you can turn death into a joke.
Hey I got one, what has black and white stripes? …Yeah! Hahahaha! That one was totally original, for real.
” I think it’s so cool how you can turn death into a joke.”Me too! Man, good to know we’re on the same page there!Ah, that made me laugh… But not nearly as much as this line about Terry Shiavo from your blog:”I
am certain she wanted to live or else she would have died one the third
or fourth day the feeding tube was removed instead of the fourteenth!”If it weren’t for all of the blithering, religious idiocy on the rest of your page I’d think that was a joke.But no, I’m quite sure you’re actually that dense.To
think: I made this blog as a place to mock all the stupidity I see
elsewhere. But damn, now I don’t even have to make the effort of
looking much farther than my own comments section! Thanks!