Before I start today, I have a new movie review of “Monsters vs. Aliens“ over on Moog’s Movie Reviews.
IN 3D!!!!!
The movie…not the review.
I’m running on a limited budget here, people.
Cut me some fucking slack.
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Motivate THIS.
(points at crotch)
Nothing to see here today…
…except a custom “motivational poster” made by yours truly over at Big Huge Labs.
Seriously…
…I have no idea how I made it almost 40 years without finding this thing.
FYI:
Some of you may have seen this before in one of my previous posts.
But it’s never been a ‘Motivational Filler’ – so I’m letting it stand alone today.
Tough shit.
That said…
Here’s today’s poster for you:
Well…
…there goes my starving third-world readership.
See ya, Nik-Nuk-Luk!
If you want to see all of them, click here.
If you like them, feel free to post them on your site.
Just give me some credit.
God knows my bank won’t.
Moog out.
Mental Poo 
Of course, if Sally Struthers wasn’t a third world spokesperson, all of that food would get to them instead of just a little bit of it.
Of course, if Sally Struthers wasn’t a third world spokesperson, all of that food would get to them instead of just a little bit of it.
Yea. What Mike said.
Yea. What Mike said.
But if he gave them a sandwich he would only have 3 left for himself – and then he’d be hungry again by supper time.
But if he gave them a sandwich he would only have 3 left for himself – and then he’d be hungry again by supper time.
Sandwich? What about the lasagna he’s got stuffed down his pants?
Sandwich? What about the lasagna he’s got stuffed down his pants?
I say give them guns and let them take the food that fat ass Struthers is munching on.
I say give them guns and let them take the food that fat ass Struthers is munching on.
Poor little things with their bloated bellys and skinny limbs.
Poor little things with their bloated bellys and skinny limbs.
Mooooog, that motivational poster is a repeat!!!
Oh the shame.
Mooooog, that motivational poster is a repeat!!!
Oh the shame.
Mike: mmmm…Struthers.
Just me?
Susan: Just what I said.
Narm: …which is why he didn’t go for Chinese food.
Mary: FYI…that ain’t no sandwich.
Half of those kids are his.
Free: Guns don’t eat people…people eat people.
Lbluca: And you there all high and mighty with your bacon.
Jen: No – it’s actually not. I went through all of mine…and it never made it as a standalone poster (it’s been inserted into other posts…but never as a standalone post)…hence, here it is.
Had you read that in the actual post, you’d know that.
Dummy.
Mike: mmmm…Struthers.
Just me?
Susan: Just what I said.
Narm: …which is why he didn’t go for Chinese food.
Mary: FYI…that ain’t no sandwich.
Half of those kids are his.
Free: Guns don’t eat people…people eat people.
Lbluca: And you there all high and mighty with your bacon.
Jen: No – it’s actually not. I went through all of mine…and it never made it as a standalone poster (it’s been inserted into other posts…but never as a standalone post)…hence, here it is.
Had you read that in the actual post, you’d know that.
Dummy.
I’m posting that one on Tomus moog, unlike your bank, you’ll get credit and a link.
AV
I’m posting that one on Tomus moog, unlike your bank, you’ll get credit and a link.
AV
Ach this is a set up!
Chubby wee faces.
Clothes from Target.
Plate available at Walmart.
Look more afraid than hungry.
You weren’t by any chance the “camera guy” were ya Moog?
Scaring the wee kids with “Don’t feckin smile or YOU’LL be MY next sandwich”
Ach this is a set up!
Chubby wee faces.
Clothes from Target.
Plate available at Walmart.
Look more afraid than hungry.
You weren’t by any chance the “camera guy” were ya Moog?
Scaring the wee kids with “Don’t feckin smile or YOU’LL be MY next sandwich”
You are saving me a seat in Hell, right?
Cause I think Jesus just put you on the fast track.
You are saving me a seat in Hell, right?
Cause I think Jesus just put you on the fast track.
Speaking of sandwich, I made myself a BLT two hours ago. I forgot to bring it with me when I left the kitchen.
Oh well, I’ll throw it out when I leave to get that pizza I’m about to order.
Speaking of sandwich, I made myself a BLT two hours ago. I forgot to bring it with me when I left the kitchen.
Oh well, I’ll throw it out when I leave to get that pizza I’m about to order.
If they would just learn how to make tennis shoes they could drop the whole “Help, I’m hungry” schtick. Who’s going to hell now, bitch?
If they would just learn how to make tennis shoes they could drop the whole “Help, I’m hungry” schtick. Who’s going to hell now, bitch?
WHERE’S MY BALONEY SAMMICH?
WHERE’S MY BALONEY SAMMICH?
I am totally eating a sandwich right now
I am totally eating a sandwich right now