Walter Zoomie's World: Saturday Is Request Day Art? WTF?

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Saturday Is Request Day Art? WTF?

What am I to you people?

Some kinda performing monkey that jumps whenever you fucking call?

Go fuck yourselves with a rusty farm implement.

Actually, I'm feeling all smug and sure of myself after doing a pad, rotor, and tire slap on the family truckster.

And, I chugged a big ol' beer on an empty stomach so now I'm loopy and feeling creative.

So here you go.

Assholes.

Feel the terror and the murder and the mayhem and the thuggery!

4 comments:

SeanNovember 18, 2013 at 10:29 AM
Actually, I don't mind being called an asshole. It reminds me that sometimes, I am an asshole, and leads me towards a little humility, which is good. It also motivates me to play Gotcha! with some unsuspecting soul, and call them an asshole in turn. Then I lose the humility, and the whole thing plays out again, over and over, in a never ending cycle of hilarity. I sometimes think that we should all be born shouting profanities and hair-raising curses at one another, in order for the thing to lose its sting, and then we could go on to more productive things, sooner. But we pick up the skill soon enough, as it is. And you did produce the desired posters, chief. Just trying to mind my fucking manners.
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Walter ZoomieNovember 18, 2013 at 12:35 PM
Ain't nuthin' wrong with being an asshole sometimes. It's part of my schtick. Keeps folks on their toes.
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Navy91November 18, 2013 at 1:15 PM
He, he. Thing is... I enjoy being an asshole! :-)
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AnonymousNovember 18, 2013 at 6:32 PM
I entered an asshole contest, with my wife as a participant....she won.
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Good-natured ribbing is cool, but if you and I don't have some kind of previous relationship, you had best mind your fucking manners or I will relegate you to the intardnets dustbin for being a cunt.

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Or something.

Maybe.

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This blog contains stories and graphics about auto racing, war, firearms, history, family, politics, the coming apocalypse, and whatever else might interest me.

Most of it I wrote or created. Some of it I didn't.

I try to approach my topics in a humorous and self-deprecating style, and I use coarse language sometimes.

Most of my thoughts here are tongue-in-cheek and satirical. Some are not. You'll figure it out.

Maybe.

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If you find my creations routine, dull, predictable, pedantic and pedestrian...I really don't give a fuck.

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For now.

Sorta.

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