Showing posts with label chicken fucker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chicken fucker. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Gay Clone Behavior and Its Consequences

I started out feeling bad for this guy, but then I read an article and learned he was at a beauty spa. That is just inexcusable and I think some karma may have been involved in his little run in with your friend there. Let it be known, you roll the dice, be prepared to have an eel swim up your dickhole.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Keep Fucking That Chicken: Harold Camping

"We've always said May 21 was the day, but we didn't understand altogether the spiritual meaning," he said. "The fact is there is only one kind of people who will ascend into heaven ... if God has saved them they're going to be caught up." Camping then acknowledged he was, in fact, the inspiration for Jeff Dunham's ventriloquist alter-ego, Walter.

How fucking self-centerd can we be as a species? It's bad enough thinking that God spun all of this into motion for the good of man. So he could walk around in 'god's own image' and fuck up everything God gave him. Yeah, "It took me seven days to make you all this shit, so be sure and fuck it up real good, okay? Alright, I'll be back when you're done."
Harold Camping
You stupid fucking honkey. It won't end in October either. And if you say one goddamn thing about another miscalculation, I'm gonna dip into my 401(k), buy a plane ticket and come kick you in your 89 year-old balls. Die, fucker!

Friday, August 6, 2010

Lynx of the Day: Mexican baby

"Rodriguez told state public radio Thursday that the doctor who pronounced the girl dead at a hospital in the town of Tulancingo is being investigated for possible negligence."

Are you sure? KFTC.

Monday, June 28, 2010

KFTC: Michael Vick


Well well well, Mr. Vick. Good to know you're still dumb as fuck. I was calling for my Dirty Birds to scoop you up last year and I guarantee if you were a Raven, you wouldn't be under investigation. AGAIN. You dumb fuckin' prick. Goodell says it appears to have nothing to do with you, but the fact that your name is coming up in the same sentence as 'gun' is not a good thing. We have a saying here in the Den, although ScarShoulders version of it is really fucking gay, but it's called 'Keep Fuckin' That Chicken'. Notice it's 'fuckin' that chicken', not 'put this chicken into a ring with that chicken and see which one dies'.



Oh yeah, way to make the five worst backup QBs in the league list.

Friday, January 29, 2010

WTF!!??!?!?


Have you ever been slapped about the face repeatedly for an entire month? This has been this kind of month. Work sucks at the moment, housing situation is driving BD2 crazy, and punk ass New Jersey is a polluted wasteland...I can't take this shit!
To top it all off I ordered up a Caps cap and guess what the chicken fuckers sent me instead. A fucking powder blue Shittsburg Peguins t-shirt. (head tipped downward shaking side-to-side)

PS - I know I have a lot of posts to read up on but I somehow was able to get through the gay clone firewall at work and slap in this post.

To all my real live Jackals....BallDEEP be having problems...

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Not another day... I can't take it...



I have been here 23 minutes and I am ready to kill every fucking body in this building.

"uh Lee do you have a folder full of all the menial mindless bullshit tasks I send you that aren't your job that I am too lazy to do" - boss (not the cool one)

"no, I file emails by work stream" - SS

"oh I just want to make sure everyone does everything I say" - boss (not the cool one)

"yeah I am pretty sure we never made edits to that doc. I made all the other edits that were requested" - SS

"let me go check my sent items" - boss (not the cool one)

"oh ok, have fun" - SS

Friday, June 12, 2009

Redaction of sorts...

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It appears that some of my hostility may have been misdirected, for that I don't apologize, I just say that's too bad. But having realized this, I feel pretty unsatisfied. So, "King of the Jungle", please know that you've been marked...

Forewarning aside, I feel pretty compelled to share with you that today, my fellow jackals, was the last Friday that I will ever work; reason for almost as much jubilation as jar of Mott's can create. That's right, while you're hard at work I'll be kickin' it. Feel free to call me at home.