Office Haiku 05/13/2013

13 05 2013

Sent clear instruction…

Alas, instructions ignored.

It is blasphemy!


I’m Comic Sans, Asshole.

22 05 2012

BY Mike Lacher
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Listen up. I know the shit you’ve been saying behind my back. You think I’m stupid. You think I’m immature. You think I’m a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I’m Comic Sans, and I’m the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg.

You don’t like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don’t like that I’m all over your sister-in-law’s blog? You don’t like that I’m on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I’m pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don’t all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can’t all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I’m standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.

People love me. Why? Because I’m fun. I’m the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business’ website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.

When people need to kick back, have fun, and party, I will be there, unlike your pathetic fonts. While Gotham is at the science fair, I’m banging the prom queen behind the woodshop. While Avenir is practicing the clarinet, I’m shredding “Reign In Blood” on my double-necked Stratocaster. While Univers is refilling his allergy prescriptions, I’m racing my tricked-out, nitrous-laden Honda Civic against Tokyo gangsters who’ll kill me if I don’t cross the finish line first. I am a sans serif Superman and my only kryptonite is pretentious buzzkills like you.

It doesn’t even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I’m famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I’m in your signs. I’m in your browsers. I’m in your instant messengers. I’m not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery.

Enough of this bullshit. I’m gonna go get hammered with Papyrus.

Fwd: Dogs, balls, and water

30 04 2012

This is what happens when you take an under water camera…. a ball…. a pool….. a few pups…. and play fetch. 🙂

The Drunk Test

3 02 2012

This is a "must" test………….bet you can’t do it more than three times………………

It’s an alcohol test: If you pass it, you can keep drinking, if not, it’s time to stop. Follow the simple instructions below:

1. Click on the man’s nose.
2. A new window will open – click on the man’s nose again.
3. For each time you click on his nose, you can drink another glass of wine or beer !!!

1st Annual Wal-mart Car show

30 01 2012

Here’s what you might find atthe 1st Annual Wal-Mart Car Show

A little something to make you smile…

21 09 2011

A little something to make you smile.

Ass-Tastic: Why Sani-Sheets in Public Restrooms Don’t Work… and a Solution from THE OATMEAL!

1 09 2011

Dear public toilets of the world