My Head Is My Only House Unless It Rains
Once again it’s April 15th, and once again I have waited too long to deal with this shit. So here I sit, badly jetlagged, desperately consulting tables and appendices in a frantic attempt to figure out how many of my hard-earned ducats I owe to the Military Industrial Complex this year. I can smell a faint whiff of burning, which I’m pretty sure is the scent of my synapses fusing together.
Moreover, it suddenly occurs to me that it’s been weeks since this site has been graced with a post that didn’t concern either politics or the Boston Red Sox. Therefore, it’s time to take a break from the 1040, because we are long since past the time for a sustained burst of pointless, unmitigated silliness. Indeed, our very lives may depend upon it:
Behold the South Park Self-Portrait Generator!
Not silly enough for ya? Well then, perhaps the terrifying spectre of Drunken Monkeys Playing Ska While Riding on Flying Beer Cans is more to your liking.
Still not laughing? Jeebus, you people are hard to please. Well, how about another installment in our staggeringly popular “Germans Are Nuts” series? We haven’t had one of those in months…
German man tries to run over his dentist!German diner compensated after eating live cockroach in restaurant!
German man has doctors build him a second penis!
Dude, what the hell is wrong with German people?
That does it, I’m all out. My Kung Fu is spent. If you ungrateful wretches don’t find any of this stuff hilarious, then pray tell let’s see you find something funnier!



