I have created a few great memes.
May they forever haunt your dremes:
I thought it was important that Dionne Warwick finally get her own nostril macro.
NOTE: There is semi-nudity somewhere below this line
This was a commissioned work, but I had no problem working on it after I learned who this psycho jackass Fox News clown Glenn Beck is.
[c] 2009 Russ of America
I set back and thought about the extra pauses in the forced intro of this song by Milli Vanilli. It really mean a lot to me.
YOU mean a lot to me.
You know it is the true.
There was a dead man in my bedroom on YoVille today. I should know, because the dead man was me.
As you can see from the above photo, Ramzoid was noticeably upset at my untimely dispatching. In stark contrast, everyone else seemed preoccupied that I was wearing a bikini. They called me such mean names and falsely characterized me. Don’t you people know not to speak ill of the dead?! Betsy was particularly cruel. That made me sad because Read more
I’m embarrassed to say that this past week was the first time I’d ever been to Las Vegas. The trip was long overdue, but I can explain: I don’t usually do well in dense crowds and I lost the taste for gambling at the age of 16 after getting hustled by some unconscionable grown-up asshole running a 3 Card Monte racket at a Jack In The Box in Agoura, CA.
My summary: Las Vegas is a lot like Sylvia Browne: Smoky, musty, dusty, dry, fake, smelly, trashy & it wants to steal all of your money.
[pause for laughter]
Ah, the city that never sleeps. Wait, that’s New York. Oh, the city of lights? Hm, I guess that’s Paris. Well, whatever they call Las Vegas, I was there and I had a lovely time with my generous bebbeboo, who staged us in a really comfortable, attractive suite at the Monte Carlo. It’s odd that such a nice, costly room would be managed by a lazy staff. The front desk goons were crabby assholes. We were told with no apology that Read more