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It looks like someone wrote “Axis of Evil” on all these countries… …in crayon
(Barack Obama)
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Burnt sienna, it looks like from here…
“Axes of evul? WTF?”
“Access of evol? WTFsquared!!”?
“Excess of eville? Aw, now that’s not even close!”
“Assessment of Eva. It’s moving farther and farther away!”
I don’t think W could spell assessment. I can barely spell it. LOL
Isn’t “excess of Eva” how Hitler died?
*full circle Godwin FTW!*
*applauds*
Rarely is Godwin’s Law actually FUNNY. Well played!
He had help from Cheney XD
Right before Dick shot him. Oh wait too soon? XD
U sed “dick shot.”
*enjoys a Friday afternoon drinkie-poo*
Axis of Evil Knievel?
i was thinking that very thing
I thought Crayola discontinued Burnt Sienna. Or perhaps it was Raw Umber, I don’t remember.
There’s burnt sienna, burnt umber, raw sienna, raw umber, and I think they might have all been discontinued or were set to be discontinued soon. :\
I would miss those colors. But I am glad that they finally ditched ‘flesh’ color. It was a pretty barfy beige-peach, and I remember thinking that I hoped MY flesh wasn’t really that shade!
That color reminds me of “cadaver powder.”
*shudders*
Ah, that soothes the itch!
Screws the bitch?
Screws the pooch?
Poaches the screw?
Skews the approach?
Eeewww I couldn’t ever use the “flesh” crayons because my cousin thought it was funny to tell me they were made from pig meat and people.
Soylent green!
IT’S PEOPLE!! SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE!!
and green dye…
Whenever I hear that I just want to say “shut up and eat your dinner!”
And “stop talking with your mouth open!” That’s my favorite.
Mmm mmm mmm’m mmm!
*talking with my mouth closed*
““stop talking with your mouth open!” That’s my favorite.”
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Also, when you were talking a lot at the dinner table:
“Shut your mouth and eat!”
???
Get your elbows off the table!
Soylent Green would make a great new Crayola color.
Nope!
Link above, and another one here.
In 2003, in honor of its centennial, Crayola held a contest in which voters could save one of five soon-to-be-discontinued colors—burnt sienna, blizzard blue, teal blue, magic mint and mulberry—from retirement. More than 60,000 votes were cast, and burnt sienna won. The contest cannot exactly claim a place in the long line of battles fought over Siena’s land, but it seemed a kind of victory, all the same.
Oh yeah, I remember the contest but not which one made it. Thanks!
I would have saved magic mint just because it sound so fresh and… well minty…
Okay, I have to ask, did anyone besides me try and eat the crayons that were named like candy and food when they were little?
“Bubblegum pink does NOT taste like bubblegum! You LIED to me Crayola!”
You are not alone.
Hello, my name is viking gal, and I tasted crayons.
I also used to eat playdough, until my mother took it away from me–that actually tasted good!
Oh man I miss the smell of freshly opened playdough. I never did much with it except make little playdough snowmen and snakes. I can’t remember if I actually consumed any, but I probably did.
Too salty!
ROFL!
There’s always that paste you can make from flour and water… Mmmm, wonder bread!
I guess it depends on how traumatic the crayon consumption experience was?
I’m still a bit peeved about losing my playdough privileges for a month! Although logically, I can see where my mother was coming from…
I loved the smell so much I couldn’t resist eating it, but then “ptoo blech!” You’d think I’d learn, but, I recall this being a recurring little episode in first grade. I still get retchy if something is too salty.
I guess that is good for your blood pressure…
In bed, with a … penne, extra cheese, hold the salt.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Salt. I love salt. I will add more salt to heavily salted salt popcorn . I will sometimes pour a small pile of salt into my hand and eat it. Salt, Salt, Salt FTW.
Either I have a dietary deficiency or I’m subconciously trying to make myself as unhealthy as possible…
You’re a mermaid.
Well, when I was wee I would secretly drink the seawater on trips to the beach…
And when she was wee, she wee weed in the sea, see?
Who didn’t? Or am I also a mermaid?
No. You’re a Viking. Blood is salty. Math done.
Ooo. I like how you think!
Beware, AC, I’ve also been a lifelong salt fiend, and it catches up to you. And I put salt on chinese food, pasta, and pretty much any meat except ham.
@AC: Your over appreciation of salt easily understood; isn’t it true that “Scottish Cuisine” amounts to frying or boiling food till it doesn’t have any texture left? Your palate is screaming for ANYTHING to relieve the boredom!
Eric, do you think I can make up for the unhealthiness by being an otherwise (mostly) healthy vegetarian?
It’ll still hurt your blood pressure in the long run, and I’m pretty sure it’s hell on your kidneys (it’s been hell on mine). It probably depends a bit on family history as well. There’s plenty of high blood pressure, heart problems, and strokes in my family, so I’m a ticking time bomb.
Well, at least you’re aware of it now.
I have rather low blood pressure but I suppose I shouldn’t be so cruel to my kidneys. Note to self, morning porridge should not contain half the salt in the house…
AC! My mum, who is Scottish, does the salt in hand thing too (and maybe I have? Just a few times?). It runs in the blood
Speaking of which, mum and I have blood pressure on the low side of the “normal range”… perhaps the body thinks it knows what’s good for it…
I once ruined an entire load of my dad’s uniform shirts (he was in the Navy at the time) by putting a crayon in the dryer. Because it was wet. (I was 3).
Oh I did that with my family’s Sunday clothes! DX Melted violet on everything!
I didn’t know it was still in my dress pocket, I swear!
One of my kids left a crayon on the front seat of my car and it melted! Unfortunately, it was red, so even after we got all the wax off, there was a big red blotch for the longest time that made me reflexively gasp and cover my butt whenever I climbed out of the seat.
Ah yes, the Menstrual Show, an American entertainment consisting of comic skits, variety acts, dancing, and music, performed by people in white pants …
???
The Menstrual Show at my house doesn’t have any comedy or music. It goes something like this:
Act 1: Where the F is the Advil?
Act 2: Shut up! I SAID, SHUT UP!!! I HATE YOU!!
Act 3: Where the F is the chocolate?
Act 4: [incoherent crying]
Act 5: Where the F is the gin?
Act 6: SHUT UP! GIN IS THE CURE FOR CRAMPS!
Act 7: Oh God! This is the worst backache I’ve ever had!
Act 8: [more incoherent crying]
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etc. etc.
…. Tessie, that sounds like a day with my ex.
Act 9: No, YOU’RE the one being a jackass!
Act 10: Who said PMS? WHO THE FU*K SAID PMS??
Act 11: Why don’t you want to spend time with me?
Act 12: Why are you bothering me? Go away!!!
etc. etc.
O_O
Holy Crap. I am convinced more than ever that birth control is a wonder drug. I don’t do any of that. Although, even in pre-BC days I was more apt to curl up in my room with a book, cup of tea, and peanut butter m&m’s. Oh, and Midol, can’t forget that.
Yeah, loads of my friends have a horrible time. Makes me feel a bit guilty for never having cramps.
Love the Lol with the two lions and the female is say “I DOES NOT HAS A PMS!!!!!”
*small writing from male lion*
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Oh yeah, I remember that one, it was cute.
At my house, the show would just be.
Act 1: give me chocolate or give me death.
Act 2: jump boyfriend
Act 3: hamburgers for dinner!
the end.
I flatter myself that I’m *usually* a reasonably pleasant person, but in the midst of the kind of backaches and/or headaches that are so severe that you wake up crying, I think anybody’s manners would slip somewhat.
Yeah. I’ve noticed a huge variation on how intense the experience can be. I actually had nothing of significance until after college (and the end of varsity sports). Afterwards, a different story, but still not horrible.
I was really lucky to not have much trouble at all, until I /started/ taking the pill! My “monthly ladypains” (as I heard them once hilariously and eloquently described) went from minor to moderate. I still have it much easier than a lot of women, but I’m intrigued that it went the opposite way to what’s expected.
You might have been a bit under-estrogened before, like I was. After ending varsity sports & college stress, I gained 15 pounds in 2 months, and started having normal cycles and cramps starting a couple months after that.
Yeah, the acts should really have included Jump nearest guy too
Not to make the ladies hate on me, but I also lost weight after I went on the pill. Nothing significant but maybe a little more than five pounds.
Hmm, what are some other effects of being under-estrogened? (Endocrinology was one of my least favourite subjects!) Before I went on the pill I always had incredible breakouts a week before my period. My cycles were as regular off the pill as on (just light). No changes in weight or mood, that I’ve noticed…
Under-estrogened can also cause a drop in libido, an increased risk of stress fractures, and underdeveloped breasts (the ducts). And it tends to cause infertility–the woman might menstruate but not ovulate, or she might skip menstrual cycles. The most typical causes are stress, over-exercise, underweight (like most actresses), and pituitary gland problems.
Ah. Thanks. None of those sound like me though.
Glad I could reassure you!
One of my kids left a crayon in their pocket and destroyed an entire load of summer clothes. We’re all wearing red splotches on our shirts these days.
Mmmm Playdough. Or saltdough…
I only ate a crayon once: it was minging. I only ate it because all the chalk had been confiscated due to me…
For the last time, AC, what does “Minging” mean/feel like in one’s mouth, exactly? /cry for not knowing Scottish dialect
minging= disgusting
Ooooh…
Another one I’m apt to use is “clarty.” Which is a bit like minging except more like dirty than disgusting. e.g. Her house is dirty. Or an example of usage on PK “DWN, you clarty bastard!” (I like him really, just that day I didn’t.
Clarty bastard has such a nice feel to it. All those t’s and r’s I think.
Yeah, the two words kind of go together don’t they?
Odds and ends, spick and span, nooks and crannies, clarty bastard…
I would daintily lick playdough but not full out eat it. Also, this didn’t happen very often as unsupervised playdough playing was not allowed in my house and mom rarely wanted to supervise so most of the time playdough was on top of the fridge where we couldn’t get to it.
No unsupervised playdough time?!? Man, you had it rough.
No unsupervised watercolors either. And we were constantly having to by a set for school because they were on the supply list and we were lucky if we used it once the whole year. This is what happens when your mom is a neat freak.
I hope you got to play in the mud?!
Well, I’m a bit of a neat freak myself so I’m pretty sure I never wanted to. I did go through a period where I didn’t want to shower, but that’s only because I saw one of the Blob movies and there was a scene where the blob came out of the shower. After I got over that and was a little older we lived in this really old farmhouse where the bathroom was like Spider Utopia. I used to walk about 20 minutes to the pool in the summertime just so I could use the bathroom and shower.
Sounds like your parents didn’t want you ruining your play-doh and making a huge mess out of it.
::looks at my kids’ Play-Doh sitting on top of the fridge where they can’t get it::
More like it’s a b*tch to get out of carpet and we lived in military housing, which is pretty strict about those things.
I used to chew on the shapes I made from Perler beads. Maybe I was a dog.
*hangs head in shame*
Did you know if you eat enough Atomic Tangerine crayons it’ll actually have the effect of atomic tangerines, even though they don’t taste like them?
Oh man! I’m glad I wasn’t drinking when I read that!!
I was. Pepsi up the nose. Ouch.
Still laughing though.
nothing beats painting rubber cement on your tongue……
*can’t believe i just admitted that in a public forum*
It’s okay, we’re all revealing deep dark incidents with the inedible here.
And the indelible, apparently.
You have so much win for that comment. XD
DOD!
(LOL, but with tongue stuck to palette)
Smell of gasoline, anyone?
*sniffs*
Piquant, isn’t it?
Who here is old enough to remember the smell of school handouts fresh off the Ditto machine?
Mimeos!!!
We were all such little druggies …
ME! *flails hand above her head*
*uncaps giant Sharpie*
*does a line*
Wait, whut???
ME ME!!!! Loved that smell! It mean word puzzles!!!
I used to love the smell! Now it just reminds of of money leaving my wallet.
Speaking of which, who else loves the smell of money?
Only fresh money. If you’ve ever done time as a cashier though, you know how dirty money gets. *shudders*
I remember reading somewhere (yes, I’m aware that a lot of my posts start out that way) that money actually didn’t have any more germs on it than silverware. I have no idea whether or not it’s true, but since there’s no good answer to this, I’m content not knowing.
That may or may not be true, and no disrespect to guys that work hard outside in the heat, but when someone hands you damp money the urge to cringe/have a shower is a strong one.
It’s one of those no-win situations. Either the money I handled all day is crawling with filth, or the silverware I ate with all day is crawling with filth. It’s like those statistics that tell you how many insect parts are in the bread *you already ate*. And I want to know this, why?
One of my least favorite occurrences (and sadly, this happened more than once) as a cashier was having guys walk up in sweatpants without pockets and reach down the front of their pants and whip out a roll of sweaty bills. Believe me, that was always the first money to go back out as change.
(Sweaty money pulled out of bras is a close second in the grossout race, but not as bad as the crotchmoney.)
Ooooh how true. Which is why I’m glad they’ve got the hand sanitizer by the registers at work now. Ugh.
But new, money, hell yes. I’ll sit at the ATM and sniff that shit while other people wait behind me in line. LOL
According to this article, most paper money has coke residue, but other items are gross:
http://www.cracked.com/article_17495_p2.html
I’m inclined to go along with this, because I remember from the movie Blow that coke became popular around the same time that ATMs became widely available, so that if any money with coke went through the ATM, it would get on the roller, and contaminate all the other money that went through the ATM.
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/history lesson/
The bad boys used to fling rubber cement boogers in art class.
Ever painted a thin layer of Elmer’s Glue onto your hand and then, when it was dry, peeled it off?
It made the skin so soft! We also used to put Elmer’s into the little trough in the middle of plastic rulers. When it was dry the next day we’d break it into 1 in sections, lick them and stick them onto our fingernails to have instant Lee press-on nails. Happy fun times!
My favorite things were:
The smell of Play-Doh
The big box of Crayolas, with 64 colors and the sharpener built into the box
A new set of water color paints.
64 crayons. Amateurs! For Easter we got my son a box of like 108 Crayolas.
*jealous*
Not crayons, but scented markers always made me want to lick them. With disappointing results, I’ll add.
I got in trouble for smelling the markers too long. But in my defense I cannot resisted the smell of strawberries.
I licked the fruity-smelly markers.
Oh, I licked HELL out of the fruity markers, and got busted for sucking them dry.
Once I got sent to the office, and the school nurse thought someone had been beating me on the tongue.
-Grin- Who’s been beating it on your tongue, Deep Thought?
Sorry, it was just too obvious not to do.
Snort- ROFL
he’s trying to figure out if he can sell america to russia
Nah, he’s too smart for that–Russia is broke!
In Russia country sells you!!!
Or something like that, you all know how those jokes go.
China could sell us to Russia.
Rather like your bank selling your mortgage to… Ouch. Forget that I brought that up, please?
And don’t forget France. The French don’t like me saying “Axis of Evil”, so guess what? They’re now a part of the very same Axis of Evil that they don’t like me saying. How do you like them apples, France? Next time, you keep your mouth shut. You mess with Texas, and it’s straight to the Axis of Evil, got it?
“Don’t mess with Texas.”
I messed with Texas. [link] (I would totally buy that, if it wasn’t yellow. I look like PUKE in yellow!)
Did anyone notice that the guys tee and the kid’s tee both come in “yellow” but the women’s tee comes in “lemon”? >_> <__> Why not just say yellow again?
Ooohhhh how did my shifty eyes get so screwed up? XD
It should be >_> <__> not >_> rofl
D: It happened again…
>_>
<__>
I’m just going to stop -_-
Because it’s probably a little bit lighter of a color.
Me too. Yellow makes me look like I have Jaundice.
Does yellow look good on anyone? Because I have honestly yet to see one person who wears the color well. :\
If you’re really tan. Or my mom doesn’t look bad because she has a reddish cast to her skin tone. She, however, can’t wear reds because it makes her look flushed.
A couple gals on my college basketball team did. Of course, their skin was mahogany. I look good in a pale yellow, but only wear bright yellow if bicycling–as in “Don’t hit me, ARE YOU BLIND”?!
That’s what I was going to say, some black women can look stunning in yellows.
I remember when I was about 12, I begged and pleaded my mom for this dress from the Sears catalog…it was such a bright, pretty yellow! Then I finally got it and realized it made me look ill, if not downright cadaverous. Last yellow garment I’ve owned, I think.
Seafoam green does the same to me. Dead, buried, and then dug up again–sooo flattering!
Meh, I don’t look good in ANYTHING brighter than a maroon or dark forest green.
Only when I wear my Charlie Brown shit.
shirt??
ROFLMAO Well there’s today’s most embarrassing typo. Oops. Yes. Charlie Brown SHIRT. Complete with zig-zags. I do have some other Charlie Brown shit too.
i can wear yellow but i’ve got the “dark” irish complexion… dark hair, lots of freckles, pink skin (as opposed to a more olive tint) and RED cheeks.
i only wear it in the summer though, in the winter i’m so damn day-glo pale that i think yellow would be a bad option.
I’m paleskinned. I like my yellow tops… And I hope I don’t look corpselike in them…
The right tone of pale skin works. I’m too green-under-toned for a strong yellow.
I have a yellow undertone to my skin, so wearing yellow just makes it look worse.
“Does yellow look good on anyone?”
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Redheads and dark-complected African Americans, imo.
Wasn’t that an SNL sketch? Dhoti FTW!
If not it should have been, that was funny.
Yep — one of Will Ferrell’s finest, IMO.
Also on the Axis:
- Tom Daschle
- Dick Cheney
- Math
There was an e-mail meme going around at the time with different axes. The two I remember were:
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Axis of Countries ending in “Guay”: Uruguay, Paraguay, and Chadguay (we needed three)
Axis of countries that make sheep wear lipstick: Scotland, Australia, New Zealand (this is not a threat, it’s just something we like to do).
Conservatives getting their panties in a wad in 3…2…
*pays attention*
Wadded panties may be relevant to my interests. It is, after all, Friday.
obviously neither of you got the memo… on friday’s conservatives don’t wear panties.
Just like Ahnold they go COMMANDO!
*throws panties at Deep Thought*
(As you said…it is Friday.)
*drinkie poos all around*
t-minus 1 minute til i leave work and go to the bar.
Skoal!
Lucky!
*commits uncontrollable felonious acts against dissim’s panties*
I can has fur-lined handcuffs when you arrest me????
Lol…sadly for you, my handcuffs are not fur-lined or remotely comfortable, and I wouldn’t want to put them on somebody I liked!
Friday is like my Wednesday. I have to work all day Saturday and Sunday, and usually have Mondays off. Not this week though. I don’t have a day off until Wedneday.
The joys of retail.
Anyone who doesn’t think that’s at least worth a giggle is taking things way too seriously.
get dim der trrists!
Turk a dur!
They tuk yur job!
it looks like obama may learn what evil is about in the not-so-distant future if lil’ kim has his way.
i thought that said “if lil’ kim has her way” and i was trying to figure out what on earth a big tittied washed up “singer” had to do with anything. it’s definitely time for me to be occupying a bar stool and NOT at work.
I *almost* responded, “Well, her fashion choices may be questionable but I wouldn’t call her evil”. You beat me to it.
i love that our minds were on the same track! LOL!
Washed up?? She almost won “Dancing with the Stars”! That has to count for something.
Would that serve as a good detergent from singing?
you realize that 99% of the population calls that show “dancing with the has-beens”, right??
I guess she is washed up…
At least she has been washed. Some celebrities could use a bath every now and again.
It’s the “Reality Show” version of “jumping the shark”. Or appearing on Love Boat. *sigh* I just aged myself, didn’t I?
Chug boat! (actually I never played that game…)
The not-too-distant future? Next Sunday A.D.?
OK so lil’ kim is a transvestite who keeps launching test missles
so he’ll get spanked by the white house?
That sounds like an adult film. “Missiles of Love”, perhaps?
Ride the Rocket.
And love the bomb …
Nah… Missile Twister.
What’s she gonna do, throw her pasties at him?
This one actually had me laughing out loud
Great punch line!
Perhaps the caption should add “…so now I have to write ‘where I need to apologize’ in erasable marker.”
Funny coming from a guy who never met a Enemy of America he didn’t apologize to and bow down to.
Ah, look. They’re here, everybody!
Shhh…if you’re quiet, they might go away. Play dead or something.
Okay!
-snaps his own neck and drops dead, waiting for tard-trolls to go away- Wait, you said PLAY!?
…. Well, damnit.
Introducing Tyler the Friendly Ghost.
BOO! Did I scare you yet?
Awwwww….
…reminds one of Theodore J. Flicker film “The President’s Analyst” involving in one scene an african american ‘CEA’ agent recounting how as a lad he played along when other children shouted ‘run, run, here comes the n*gger! run, run, here comes the…’…
…funny stuff…
…’They’re all spies!!’…
…ha, ha…
I bet Adolf Obama put X’s and O’s all over Cuba and Venezuala.
EIN REICH, EIN VOLK, EIN OBAMA
EIN TROLL!
Does this count as Godwin’s Law?
In honor of the full moon, I Howl at the Wang:
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked …
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery of night.
The original author of same is now a bobble-headed doll distributed by the Lowell Spinners baseball team… The irony of same which I think he might have appreciated?!?
*too many ’same’s. Sorry!
Yowza – I looked that up and it’s sort of shocking, actually.
It’s also Kerouac, not Ginsberg, from what I can tell
this made me lol. a lot.
they crayon got in the way of his finger paints?
the*
i had to correct my crayon