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It's Saturday night, muthafuggas! It's party time and not one minute we can lose! Da ba da dan dee dee dee da, nee na na na, pretty baby! Etc.

Currently Reading #32: Fresh Takes, Uncle Joachim

Joachim:

Saint Joachim ("he whom YHWH has set up", Hebrew: יהוֹיָקִים, Greek Ἰωακείμ) was the husband of Saint Anne and the father of Mary, the mother of Jesus, and therefore is ascribed the title of "forebearer of God", in the Roman Catholic, Orthodox, and Anglican traditions.
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Joachim was described as a rich and pious man of the house of Amram who regularly gave to the poor and to the temple (synagogue) at Sepphoris.

He gave them a balloon to share.

Fun #25: Animals Doing Stuff

A monkey smiling like a stupid ass:

A monkey using a typewriter - just like a human!:

A secret animal hidden in secrecy:

Duck babies dying (presumably):

A bull shoving its horn in a matador's ass (horrendous injuries LOL!):

A dog about to be eaten:

A message from maddox to vegetarians about animals he aims to eat. It would seem to be yet another monkey, a koala, and a bird of some kind:

Those are all the animals for now.

Fun #8: Sexy Bean

And when you've finished jerking off, here are some BONUS LANKAR:

Comics by Ellen Forney: How d'ya sew an amputated finger back on? and How to become a $ucce$$ful call girl! Incredibly useful advice, both.

300, The Cat Version (video)

Kalle Takes Knark: Den magiska amuletten (a Swedish Donald Duck comic)

How to confuse your neighbours (confusing)

RIP Steve Gerber

Tom Spurgeon has a nice eulogy of sorts. Mark Evanier has been posting on Steve Gerber's blog.

As a tribute to Mr Gerber, I plan to download the horrible 1986 movie adaptation of Howard the Duck illegally, and not watch it anyway.

Lucky Ducky

This blog post is an unauthorized reproduction of a comic strip from Ruben Bolling's Tom the Dancing Bug. The strip is called "Lucky Ducky". The lucky duck in the strip reminds me of my co-blogger, Uncele Samele.

Make Love Not Sense

Is what I would print on my t-shirts if I had a lot of money and used it to start manufacturing t-shirts.

Jebus. Blur blur blur. Sometimes there's a parrot on my shoulder and it tells me to drink and drink and drink. To drink myself to Stupid and beyond. To keep going hours and hours after my drinking partner has fled to the country. To spend all my money with a smile (albeit strained). Is it the Parrot of Alcoholism? Probably. I'll have to keep it in check with crackers or crack.