Curses

by Zanzibar McNally

March 31, 2003

I curse you with the spirit of Ralhallah,
for charging me
this late fee, Blockbuster.
The one-eyed stare of Tulanjabi
will seal the fate of thee, cock-buster.
And you, over there, you Jiffy Lube:
I reserve for you the Pains of Urdubaas
for trying to sell me bullshit every time
I turn around or scratch my ass.

The Dripping Testicle of Mosumbancâ€¦
oh shit, that one's too good to spoil it.
I think I'll save that for Citibank
for calling while I'm on the toilet.

The Yestrambrudi Oldamthan,
which makes one's scrotum tender,
I save for my cocksucking mailman.
That should return his shit to sender.

The Curse of Shazit Amanull
is just what the doctor ordered
for that bitch who dinged my car at work,
or that tease who works at Borders.

Swarms of locusts, flocks of bees
and shitloads of ladybugs
will rain down from the sky, and blot out the sun
and gobble up Chico's drugs.
Ha ha man, serves you right!
For not bringing my Papa Roach tape back, fucker.
The Curse of Ramram Jujufruits
just kicked your ass right in the nuts, sucker.

Snakes and rakes and all kinds of shit
that you wouldn't want in your car
will be in your car, along with mystical shit
like some naked dude playing sitar.

Don't believe me? Just try me, you infidel prick!
Go ahead and eat that last praline.
You won't be laughing when Oram Lalanic
makes your man-tits swell up with saline.

Curses! I just got salsa all over my pants!
I look like I fucked a tomato!
Toss me the bag, we'll see who made these damned chipsâ€¦
and begged for the Curse of Pantsato!

Quote of the Day

“I'd like to give the world a Coke, but they'd have to share it. Actually, all anyone can do is smell it, since most of the Coke will likely have evaporated by the time it gets all the way around the world. So here you go, world: Smell my Coke.”

-Dennis Freebasen

Fortune 500 Cookie

You're a real asshole when you're tired. Or rested. This is the week you're finally going to get pantsed for your sins. Try brushing your teeth with the other end of the brush this week: that fuzzy part's not the handle. This week's lucky things the dog wouldn't even eat: your hat on a bet, Tofutti Cuties, dog barf, Sam's Club Brand Dog Food, your homemade rhubarb pie.

Try again later.

Top 5 Questions in the Wake of the Harry Whittington Shooting

1.	How come it took so long to find out there were no weapons of mass destruction?
2.	Why do they call it birdshot instead of leadshot? And, as a follow-up, what's buckshot?
3.	What did Whittington know, and when?
4.	When exactly did Brangelina hear about it?
5.	So, where do you wanna eat?

Alphabet Soup
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Scream, You Monkey
Scream, you monkey like the wrath of all bananas was on your ass or like you just found out your Visa card was rejected. That's right, you ape with your little hat and jacket you thought you had it all figured out not so smug now, are... (3/3/03)

The Walrus Said
The time has come, the walrus said, to smoke a box of crack. Fucking walrus! Stay out of my drug box, and you're standing on my sack! Don't make me cook you in hot whale oil for absconding with my stash! Your constant questions ... (2/17/03)