The Blog of Stupid
Pickle Weasel
It's such an astoundingly stupid combination that I wish I had come up with it myself. I didn't. Michael Kelso (character on That 70's Show) said it and laughed hysterically through clouds of pot smoke.
So, in an attempt to establish my "stupid creds", I am now dubbing myself Jacob "Pickle Weasel" Nordby. As far as branding goes, it may take a while to catch on. I may have to (like Geico) create a fictional, but cute, Pickle Weasel and have him do cool (kool) and stupid things that make dumb people laugh while they are sitting on their fat butts with potato chip crumbs on their chins and watching miserable TV shows. And that's one heck of a cool (kool) run-on sentence.
Foo You!
4 comments:
Pickle Weasel. Yeah, I'm diggin' that. I love pickles and weasels are hilarious. It works for me. Unless it's short for "pickled weasel," in which case I may not eat for a week.
What does this say about me? The sister of Stupid Blogger and the wife of Pickled Weasel! You know the old saying, you can't beat um, join um!
Well, Weasel Wife, that is a very delicate subject we were hoping to avoid...
I never avoid delicate subjects. I grab them about the throat and strangle them! I tread upon their testicles with cleats honed to a razor's edge! I fling them from high cliffs and dash them upon the sea-scoured rocks below. I cram them into furnaces and stoke the flames to dangerous levels. I wrap them around high-explosives and drop them upon America's enemies. I use them for parchment and loincloths. I rant and rave about them on the Blog.
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