Random Garfield Strip Generator
Now THAT'S humor!
Why?... WHY???
Amuse me
Edited, Tue Jan 31 14:11:24 2006 by Jophiel
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Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
I am also bored. You're doing a better job of amusing me than I can of you... so keep at it.
Allakhazam predicted the birth of a random Garfield Comic Strip Generator so he created his own. He also predicted that beards would never go out of style. Allakhazam doesnt see the future, he creates it.
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bodhisattva wrote:
Allakhazam predicted the birth of a random Garfield Comic Strip Generator so he created his own. He also predicted that beards would never go out of style. Allakhazam doesnt see the future, he creates it.
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
This is humour.
The only thing laughable is your Photoshop skill. 
Jophiel wrote:
I managed to be both retarded and entertaining.
Demea wrote:
The only thing laughable is your Photoshop skill.
Garfield Sucks
Thankfully, Maddox doesn't, although that's one of his weaker articles. The best one is about being a real man...though most are funny.
Nexa
Thankfully, Maddox doesn't, although that's one of his weaker articles. The best one is about being a real man...though most are funny.
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Don't make me link Pokey the Penguin again.
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
One Star Hangover (*)
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 5 Cokes and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak & fries.
Two Star Hangover (**)
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the fruity pancake from the 3:00 AM Waffle House excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.
Three Star Hangover (***)
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive.
Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the flavored schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were home in your bed watching Lucy reruns.
You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet
Coke -- yet you haven't peed once.
Four Star Hangover (****)
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face. For the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars. Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five ***** you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom.
Five Star Hangover (*****)
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the **** fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to defecate results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare 'floater' thrown in. The sole purpose of this 'floater' seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your ***. Death sounds pretty good about now....
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 5 Cokes and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak & fries.
Two Star Hangover (**)
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the fruity pancake from the 3:00 AM Waffle House excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.
Three Star Hangover (***)
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive.
Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the flavored schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were home in your bed watching Lucy reruns.
You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet
Coke -- yet you haven't peed once.
Four Star Hangover (****)
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face. For the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars. Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five ***** you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom.
Five Star Hangover (*****)
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the **** fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to defecate results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare 'floater' thrown in. The sole purpose of this 'floater' seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your ***. Death sounds pretty good about now....
Probably old, but whatever, it's just to give you an idea for a new hobby, since you're bored and all (or was at the time where you wrote this).
Trick Shots
You could also gather the gang and do this.
Or just experiment with the microwave.
Edited, Tue Jan 31 18:48:49 2006 by Mazra
Trick Shots
You could also gather the gang and do this.
Or just experiment with the microwave.
Edited, Tue Jan 31 18:48:49 2006 by Mazra
Please "talk up" if your comprehension white-shifts. I will use simple-happy language-words to help you understand.
The One and Only Frakkor wrote:
A Hangover - You're scared you're going to die
A Real Hangover - You're scared that you're not going to die
A Real Hangover - You're scared that you're not going to die
Simplified for the masses
"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve
This should keep you entertained for awhile.
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