I haven't gleefully torn into the journalistic buffoonery that is Nick Coleman's lifetime collection of written "works" in some time. But seriously, who can blame me, when the man drops humorless butt nuggets like this that are so cringingly bad, it's enough to make you yawn wide enough to swallow your own face.
Honest to God, I couldn't read any one of his "jokes," without thinking about a packed room of silent people, with the only sound being a sole cough coming from the back of the gallery.
What it must feel like to have free reign to suck as bad as Nick does? It must be an incredibly empowering feeling.
Yes, it's been a bad week for my ThunderJournal, at least as far as providing content goes. I would apologize for that, but since my ThunderJournal makes up about 0.00000000000000 percent of my personal income, I therefore don't always feel obligated to post another rumination about my latest bowel movement, although the temptation is most certainly there.
I'll get back in the ThunderJournal groove soon.
1.) It's very difficult to cut a country fried steak with a plastic fork.
2.) Steamed broccoli + parmesan cheese = Yum.
3.) It's very difficult to butter a dinner roll with a plastic fork.
4.) Whatever the hell that gravy they slathered over the country fried steak = Yum.
I think I've linked to this around Christmas going back to 2003, so it's officially a tradition. An insensitive tradition? Perhaps, but I'm not known for my sensitivity.
