A Big Fat Bunch


Another Slow Day in Lizard-Lapper Land

Charlie Vogel. What a guy.
And John Cleese responded to him.


His neighbors complained.

No other explanation, unless he has a talking cat.
Perhaps this is related:

2am Pay to Play? Um… nah. Not going there, brah…


Merry Christmas To Blogmockers Everywhere (and to you too, Charles)



Charles Johnson Defends a Pedo because MDS*



*Musk Derangement Syndrome


“One of my best jokes ever.”


Art imitates reality, and sometimes art updates it.

[h/t to Jim W. for noticing the resemblance.]


Chard Münstersuck

Real cute, Chard, and the LGF Calendar photo is a nice touch. If you wanted to do something really scary you’d update that decades-old photo.

Oh wait. Fatso changed his Little Blue Chuckmark nic again, and now he’s bitching about the twitfee increase from $5 to $20 per month.

Well, trick or treat and bite my meat! What a brave Twitter warrior!

Chunkenstein’s Muensterfuck doesn’t really match your inner ‘ween as much as this does:

Ain’t nobody buying your Little Green Crap anymore, Nancy, but keep ringing those doorbells.


Charles Johnson’s obsession with bodily fluids continues.

The internest is forever, Chuck.

 

Charles Johnson Recycles.

[CLICK IMAGE FOR THE “DEW DOSSIER”]

 


One big fat one flew over.

…that was so buggy you couldn’t market it to anyone. Tell us more, Charles.

“I’m dyin’ ovah here! You’re killin’ me, babe!”