Take Heart, Football Fans

25 10 2007

Unless you’re one of those subhuman cockwads known as “Patriots Fans,” you’ve probably been waiting at least five years to see Tom Brady get anally raped on-field by a freshly-concussed defensive lineman who thinks he’s at a party back in college.  It just doesn’t seem like it’s ever gonna happen, does it?  Considering the fact that Schaun Colby, the last player to sack Brady, was covertly removed from the NFL record book AND all of our memories by Roger Goodell and the CIA, it’s no surprise that linebackers aren’t jumping at the opportunity to hit him.

Fortunately, though, I’ve secured a Palantír from my homie Sauron (who is a big Bengals fan, strangely), and it looks like that model-screwing asswipe is going to wind up getting what’s coming to him.  Apparently a few seasons from now he’s going to take a shot in the kidney from current Iowa farmboy and future Hall of Fame safety Clyde Weatherston.  This leads to a lengthy hospitalization, painful rehab for Vicodin addiction, and an embarrassing comeback attempt for the Oneida Indigenous Peoples of the CFL Southern Development Annex.  Here’s a glimpse:

Pizza?  Now that’s what I call a taco!





Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy, Bald, Bald, Dead, Dead.

22 10 2007

For some reason, the world media is REALLY EXCITED to spread the word about how having a positive attitude doesn’t make a damn bit of difference in survival rates for cancer patients. 

So feel free to feel depressed, cancer patients!  Ol’ Smiley Sue in the corner of the chemo infusion room has just as good of a chance of croaking as you do!  Just don’t get too happy about it, because why bother?  It won’t make any difference, you walking corpse, you!

In all seriousness, who does this disclosure help, other than brooding, Guns ‘N Roses-loving, 13-year-old cancer patients who need a reason to tell their mom to shut the hell up about smiling when they’ve got a needle in their arm which just happens to be pumping highly toxic and nausea-inducing chemicals into their bloodstream (one of whom the author was NOT, by the way (and even if he was, that was way too long ago to help now (thanks a fucking lot, science! (gaaah, Starburst chemo vomit flashback…))))?

Anyway, uh… yeah.  My name is Swampy and I never had cancer.  Scientists are cockfaces.





I CAN HAZ YOUR SOUL

4 10 2007

I Can See Forever In Your Eyes