What a nice offense (1)

What a nice offense (2)

Stronger than love.

Vertically cruesed, hoffmaned or devitoed.

The wild one.

Holy Moly 1.

Holy Moly 2.

The largest study of its kind has unexpectedly concluded that smoking marijuana, even regularly and heavily, does not lead to lung cancer. The new findings "were against our expectations," said Donald Tashkin of the University of California at Los Angeles, a pulmonologist who has studied marijuana for 30 years.

"We hypothesized that there would be a positive association between marijuana use and lung cancer, and that the association would be more positive with heavier use," he said. "What we found instead was no association at all, and even a suggestion of some protective effect."

Light'm up.

I look at the nerds & the geeks & the freaks,
while my guitar gently weeps.

Absolutely no problem.

The spilled milk of human kindness. (1)

The spilled milk of human kindness. (2)

The Procrastinator.

What is more exciting than going downhill?

Bad day in the life of a modest guy.

Money and taxes.

Nobody loves me.

Rules for fools

I'm not a crybaby.

Don't shoot the pianist.

Desperate houseknife.

How to handle a stupid blockbuster.

Hey good lookin', watcha got cookin'?

Two supermoronic dumbnuts quoting William Blake.

Two braindead Nitwits talking about Dostoevsky.

Two braindead Nitwits talking about Dostoevsky (The Sequel)

Two supermoronic dumbnuts quoting William Blake. (The Sequel)

A very frank answer.

A good champagne.

Three knives heading downtown.

Blamefield quotes Oscar Wilde as an excuse for leading a miserable life.

It's so sad and heartbreaking watching a silly can-opener
trying to be a Steve-Miller-Doppelganger.

In knives we trust.

Horny in a corny way.

Tom, Tom or Tom?

On the nose.

Even can-openers hate Phil Collins.

Shiny knives and envy can-openers.

A beautiful mind.

ALL TOGETHER NOW!

About truth and about fun.

The talented dimwit.

Man of letters.

Complainer's nightmare.

Deep thinker.

Overpaid & overestimated

Can complain, can complain.

Kniferest.

My dad hit me.

Small world.

Now I know.

SOUNDS OF SILENCE (The tough guy version)
Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.
Please switch the lights on and get out of here.
I would appreciate that so my dear.
Cause I like it when my eyes are stabbed
by the flash of a neon light that split the night
and hunted down the hounds of silence.

You think you are funny.