Tag: Wankers of the Week

Crappy Easter, everyone! If you’re feeling kinda butthurt, or like your ears’ve been chewed off, the chocolate bunnies above can relate. So can I. Because I’ve been tracking the reasons why this past week has just sucked all kinds of eggs. And here they are, in no particular order: 1.

Crappy weekend, everyone! Well, I guess you all heard about the Big Dick’s new heart, eh? Yeah, he finally got a human one for the first time in his life. If that thing is really human, it’s gonna reject him prontissimo. I’m now taking bets as to when that will

Crappy weekend, everyone! Well. How’re we all enjoying our March Break? Not at all, you say? I’m not surprised. Look who’s fucking with my peace of mind this week, in no particular order: 1. Ellen Fucking Johnson-Sirleaf. Excuse me, ma’am, but why did you win the Nobel Peace Prize, again?

Crappy weekend, everyone…crappy St. Paddy’s Day to all…and especially all you slutty, slutty sluts out there. Because hey, if we’re gonna go by the Pigman’s definition of what constitutes sluttitude, then we’re all in it together, right? And that makes us a bunch of sluts to watch out for. And

Crappy weekend, everyone! So, how are you liking all that Repugnicanism south of our borders? Exciting, eh? Yeah, what a horse race it’s proving to be. Pity whoever has to clean up what the ponies left behind. And this week there’s an awful lot of it, from them and various

Crappy weekend, everyone! Well, how’re we liking that ol’ robocall/crank-call scandal of our Dear Leader and his SupposiTory Harper Government™? If this ain’t the gift that’ll keep on giving to us progressives, I don’t know what is. But I’m gonna be keeping my pitchfork handy just in case, because if

Crappy weekend, everyone? Don’t you just love that .gif? I can’t seem to stop watching it, it exerts the strangest fascination. (Especially when set to music.) And just look at the color of that ice cream, too. Can he really not have known what would happen if he stuck that

Crappy weekend, everyone! Have you all enjoyed your week-that-was? NO? What a surprise. I couldn’t either, what with all these wankers breathing down my neck (or DSL line, same difference). And here they come, in no particular order: 1. Sarah Fucking Palin. I’m surprised that even CPAC still thinks she’s

Crappy weekend, everyone! Are we all looking forward to the discount chocolate sale on the 15th yet? I know I am. I need something to take my mind off all the Stoopid flying thick and fast over the past week. Especially the egregious crapola from the craptastic crappers noted here,

Crappy weekend, everyone! Oh, what a week it’s been…me under the weather, and yet the wanks and the wanking wankers who wank them just keep on coming. This week’s list is a little abbreviated as a result of my miserable, rotten, mostly-head cold, but as you can see, it’s still

Crappy weekend, everyone! I suppose you wonder what His Barackness is snickering about up there. Trust me, he’s got plenty to laugh at, and most of it is listed here. So let’s get to it with no further ado, shall we? 1. Newt Fucking Gingrich. Yes, he’s the man of

Crappy weekend, everyone! And there goes another one into the drink, just like those poor souls on that ship with the dipshit captain. If you feel like your world is being piloted by fucking incompetents and self-centred bastards on just such a level, pat yourself on the back…it is. And

Crappy weekend, everyone! Well, there goes another shitty week. Gitmo is ten years old now, and still no trials for any of the prisoners; probably because then it would come out embarrassingly in court that there were an awful lot of false arrests made, and that the whole exercise hasn’t

Crappy New Year, everyone! How’s yer hangover? All gone? Slept it off, you say? Good. Because, as we all know, wank never sleeps. Especially if it’s got a buzz on; then it’s got the bed-spins. And glory be, sure enough, I’ve found you some fine exemplars of what NOT to

Crappy weekend everyone! It’s New Year’s Eve, but even so, the wanks just keep on coming. Guess some people just gotta see the old year out with a bang…and a crash…and an unceremonious thud…and a whimper, plus some cheese to go with that drunken whine. And true to form, these

Crappy weekend, everyone! Well, well…the holidaze is upon us. Eggnog ad nauseam, and enough turkey to put an entire army to sleep. And cranberries to wash all the gunk out of our urinary tracts at the end of it all. Gotta love this time of year! And don’t get me

Crappy weekend, everyone! Well, it’s that time again, the Most Wonderful Time of the Week…the time we shit-list all the worthiest and most deserving shits who crossed our radars this week. And, in no particular order, they are… 1. Margaret Fucking Wente. If, as she claims, the poor are doing

Crappy weekend, everyone! Well, it’s that time again…Saturday night’s all right for fighting, and for exposing the blight on our world. There sure is a lot of it this week. And tonight it is, in no particular order: 1. Doug Fucking Ford. Maybe he and bully brother Robbo need to

Crappy weekend, everyone! Wow, first Advent…first week of December…where did the past week go? If you spent any of it fighting other shoppers in stores (some armed with pepper spray, oy vey), you may have saved a few bucks, but you wasted your time. But never fear, you can make