Posts tagged with 'eww'

Beeth: it’s what’s for dinner

  • Posted on January 31, 2011 at 9:39 pm

Something Awful weighs in on the Taco Bell “beef” kerfuffle.

Mmm, elbow mustard.

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  • Posted on December 19, 2009 at 11:22 pm

So I finished Shattered Memories tonight. [massive fucking spoilers beyond this cut, if you have not finished this game come nae further]

gggghhhghhg- continue reading

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  • Posted on December 16, 2009 at 3:46 pm

How NOT to impress ladies, Lessons One through Four.

I. I don’t. I can’t even. Eww. Eww.

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An observation

  • Posted on June 24, 2009 at 11:02 pm

It occurs to me that my initial reaction to pretty much everything on This Is Why You’re Fat boils down to “man, I love all those things, just not all in the same dish”

Case in point: this pancake nightmare.

Exception: this jelloburger, which has no readily apparent redeeming qualities. I just don’t trust opaque Jello.

note to self: never eat watermelon again

  • Posted on May 6, 2009 at 10:39 am

Hardcore anti-gay and pro-life gubernatorial candidate in Georgia who has been quoted as saying he’d kill his own son overshares like nobody has ever overshared in the entire history of oversharing.

Seriously. Seriously.

There are some things you really don’t need to discuss on national radio.

Details about making sweet love to a mule are on that list.

Even worse: the guy’s name is “Horsley.” If I didn’t know better, I’d say this whole story was lifted straight out of /b/.

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Dear Supernatural:

  • Posted on October 30, 2008 at 9:42 pm

I really, really could have done without the Uvula Cam view, there. Really.

No Love,

Oh dear God.

  • Posted on September 23, 2008 at 11:27 pm

I guess PETA figured “fuck it, nobody takes us seriously anymore anyway (gosh, we can’t imagine why), might as well pull out all the batshit stops.”

And although I’m going to give them some of the benefit of the doubt and say that probably wasn’t the message they meant to send, the implied “cows > women” is just …um, no. You do not win the ten-day cruise or the year’s supply of Cheez-Its, but we do have this lovely parting gift of a clue and a hot cup of STFU for you. Thanks for playing.