Comments on: Painting With Shotguns XLV

By: Josh

Josh — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 19:29:35 +0000

That sexy-time salad does sound like sex in a bowl.

I want some.

By: Dave Turner

Dave Turner — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 17:25:27 +0000

Your “epic tits” entry is inspired. Magnificent. Thanks for the content throughout the week. Dance, wordmonkey! Dance!

And how did you know my penis is ginger-root-shaped?

By: Spidler

Spidler — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 17:03:11 +0000

Actually, it was Uriah – remember his crazy grandfather? Although, I seem to recall it being a great uncle or something that actually did the shock thing.

By: terribleminds

terribleminds — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 15:41:26 +0000

I want dead animal beer.

By: John Murphy

John Murphy — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 15:30:32 +0000

Awesome links. Allow me to give one back to you, the kind of beer only, well, Codpiece Johnson could love: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/7904698/Beer-to-be-sold-in-dead-animals.html

By: terribleminds

terribleminds — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 14:46:48 +0000

@Rob:

Yeah, who told us that? McBrayer, if I recall.

– c.

By: terribleminds

terribleminds — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 14:46:32 +0000

I’m beginning to believe that EPIC TITS WON’T CLEAN could become another flash challenge and t-shirt.

Dang.

– c.

By: Spidler

Spidler — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 14:30:33 +0000

For those of you who don’t know, “Car battery. Wires. Hooked to your nuts.”
This is a West By-God Virginia proven cure for testicular cancer. I am not making light of those with nut-bumps, believe you me. I say this with all seriousness.

By: terribleminds

terribleminds — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 14:01:58 +0000

Clawfoot tub hobo is always a work of art.

– c.

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 11:50:24 +0000

This is a work of art. I love the themes, the symbolologism, the way you bring it all together – the fucking beards! Hobo beards, hobos in claw-foot tubs, beard trimmings on squirrels.

It’s intellectual porn, man.

But that “writing is like having a baby” shit was a real mood killer. SO not true. Generally, when I write, I have clothes on. Okay, well, maybe not, but let’s pretend. Nonetheless, nothing I’ve written has been awesome enough to cause a human being to emerge from my girly bits.