Tag Archives: crazy

THE RELAPSE:ASYLUM REJECT(PG)


So after failing to get inducted into the correctional institution so referred to as “The Asylum” i have resorted to throwing my out-of-normal thoughts back on to the inter web (Rick Ross voice insert : “These n****s wanna hold me back”)

I know, i know you just want some funny stuff not some long story about the debate about my sanity,after all i can always create another blog for that…blah blah blah here you go:

WOULD YOU SAVE YOURSELF?

THE TITANIC:SPONGE-BOB VERSION

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT,that isn’t funny to you?how about :

THE PIMP SIDE OF LIFE:

ROCK VS PAPER VS SCISSORS

I  think thats enough for now to get you guys back to reading the blog,so let me leave you with one of those ink pics that “Crazy Doctors” use for the more mentally depraved…for those who are curious it’s called: The  Rorschach test :p

VADER = CRAZY
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THE FLIP SIDE TO EVERY STORY


So basically these are stories about stuff you know you suspected but for the sake of being sane…lets just say those thoughts were better off left to remain ideas….so in my never ending quest to give you guys a laugh at my expense,i have searched the inter web once again for those many twisted ideas so as to give you retards a brief glimpse at a very “Creative”(though some of you prefer to call it “Twisted”) Mind..
ENJOY!!

STORY OF THE PIMPLE

STAR TREK: THE UNTOLD STORY

TODAY’S COMIC: HOW TO WIN A FIGHT?

QUICK WIT


Work Sayings

And your crybaby whinny opinion would be…?

I started out with nothing and still have most of it left.

I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.

Does your train of thought have a caboose?

Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.

A PBS mind in an MTV world.

Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.

Suburbia: where they tear out the trees and then name streets after them.

Well, this day was a total waste of makeup.

Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.

I’m trying to imagine you with a personality.

A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.

Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven’t fallen asleep yet.

Can I trade this job for what’s behind door number 1?

I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted a paycheck.

Too many freaks, not enough circuses.

Macho Law prohibits me from admitting I’m wrong.

Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?

Chaos, panic, and disorder — my work here is done.

I plead contemporary insanity.

How do I set a laser printer to stun?

Meandering to a different drummer.

Rights of this humor are credited to http://yougottobekidding.wordpress.com/2011/09/03/work-sayings-2/

Anti-Illuminati by B.O.B


Yes, I feel the end, the end is close
The same thing happened eon’s ago
To know exactly you have to read up some more
Everyday technology speeds up some more
As is above, so is below
Some feel the heat, yet some feel the cold
We are the souls, yes we have been chose
Some roll with angels and demons and ghosts
But shh, hold up Bob, Don’t go there
You know that they watching, they all see and stare but
They can’t stop me, I’m already there
And y’all aint seen sh-t but y’all already scared
I’m gone, high like frutose, frutose
You wanna know the truth, really, you gone, you gone
It’ll blow ya out ya mind like a UFO, UFO
I’m basically a resident of Pluto, Pluto
You know, but you’ll probably be the same one hating
Saying every rapper is in the freemasons
While the cops giving out free mase to your face
Now how do that taste
I’m outta my mind
These video’s tellin’ yo lies, bruh
Tellin yo, we holding evil hand signs bruh
Last time I checked I’m from the eastside bruh
So do your research and make ya own mind up
’cause us musicians have influence on the mic
But they don’t like that so they conquer and divide
Double-H N-D, hip hop never dies
So shoot all you want, but we fly
Because you know, no one man should have all that power
Obviously cause it’s only one power
But nevermind, y’all keep worshipping Towers
While the clock keeps handing yo hours
But pucker up because the truth gets sour
More sour than the sour diesel I devour
Hear me by the hour, I give ya fifty vowels
When I brain storm its like a shower
So pull out your towels
And dont let em play you
Do your own thing
F-ck what they do
And if you good at something make sure they pay you
And if not take a thank you
Whether they praise you, or whether they hate you
It’s all about the attention that they pay you
Y’all on that grape drink
Try this grape juice
Shouts to Grand Hustle
We got that break through
And yes, it’s evident we better than the rest of these competitors
Really there aint no-one else ahead of us
Y’all was these verses off etc, etc
Cause they watching y’all like the Federers, owww
Kadoosh, kadoosh, kadoosh
It’s B.O.B and I’m out,
Peace