Dear Ron Paul supporters

Dear Ron Paul supporters

Sad News About the Angry Piper.

Sad News About the Angry Piper.

Yup, it's your fault.

Yup, it's your fault.

The Difference Between Cats and Dogs

The Difference Between Cats and Dogs

The Judgement of Dr. Mantodea

The Judgement of Dr. Mantodea

Mantodea WoW Index

Just in case you are too stupid to follow the hint that I post at Wand of Wonder now, Jackass, here is an index of most of my posts there. I'll update this as the list grows.

Gosh, The Fake World is a Crowded Place

Bad people don't deserve your help


This Hole In the Ground


Germaine Greer to World; “Hey everyone, look at me! I’m a douche-bag!”


Strippers used to draw large crowds at funerals


The Symbol-minded are simple-minded


The Death Tax... again...


Oh, “Americans”, Please Shut the Fuck UP, Already


Death Tax? You Lying Pieces of Shit!


A Reminder


Las Vegas Style Forum Posts.



Bill Gates is a failure, and I'll tell you why;



-Please Kill Yourself.

Damn You, PIPER!

So there I was in the Earth's Mantle. Ready to deploy a nukular weapon to set about a cleansing fire on the surface world, when I happen to see, floating in the magma next to my Earth Borer, a familiar Winnebago; unbelievably, it was the Angry Piper!

He braved the iron-melting heat (that's some kilt) and boarded my ship, bearing a twelve pack of Guinness. Whilst reminiscing over our past rapscallion ways, the big lunk spilt half his third Guinness on the launch control panel for the Nukular Weapon, sending it into the magma where it harmlessly melted without detonating.

I was a bit put off by this, and said as much, suspecting it wasn't as accidental as it seemed. The Piper copped to it, sheepishly admitting he couldn't let me torch the Earth's surface since that was where all his highly flammable and inflammable comics were stored.

It's a good thing he's an old buddy, because otherwise I would have smote him with a shillelagh. It took me three years to build up enough funds to afford that weapon system on ebay!

Anyway, you surface maggots are safe for now, at least until I can sell enough Mad Scientists Cookies to buy another Earth cracking bomb.

In the meantime, I've decided that the Wand of Wonder is where I shall vent my spleen for the foreseeable future, since being all bitchy here AND there is just too much for my weak heart to handle.

So, dear reader, proving you don't choke to death on some whale vomit, which I sincerely hope you do, You can see my sweet lumpy green ass shaking with the rest of the loudmouthed lunkheads there.