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Not For The Faint Of Intellect
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Bring Me Your Weird...
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Ah, yes. There's nothing like the smell of roasted social life in the morning.
In my time here, I hope to enlighten, educate, and promote whorled peace. Yeah, right. I am the tinny voice in the back of the crowd crying for more skin on Nightline. I am the man who rolls up his pantlegs while wearing a full-length trenchcoat. I am that tickle between your throat and ear that you feel like scratching with an icepick. I am...
Jiggler
...and I have come to relieve you of the boredom that is your daily life.
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I fully advocate the use of Linda Tripp pictures to promote birth control.
I also make you this promise: if at any time I say something to offend, tittilate, or amuse, I promise I won't let anyone make me feel too bad about it. Anything I say is only in humor; not even in good humor, just plain, old, dry, tired, used-up, sad and pathetic, walk-in-on-your-grandmother-in-the-shower humor.
( To those of you who have walked in on your grandmother, sorry about your luck )
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...Your Bored...
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...Your Befuddled Jackasses Yearning To Eat Brie...
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And, of course, no humor page is complete without some of the cheesiest jokes ever concocted. I'm talking about the most heinous, the worst jokes ever to cross a living person's lips and still let them live.
I'm talking about knock-knock jokes!
( insert various screams of agony and terror here )
So, look for me after I return from my trip into some zone or another. I'll return with more than my fair share of vileness.
Bon Appetite
Jiggler
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