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Things Your Cat Wants For Christmas. [Fuck You Friday]
December 9th, 2011 by C. RogersAnother December Friday.
Getting chillier outside.
Regardless, it's a Fuck You Friday.
Listen, this is important. Don't fuck up Christmas for your cat.
Follow these important guidelines from pusheen.tumblr.com:
And if you dress up your pet (or any other animal for that matter) in Christmas clothing: fuck you. Seriously. There's no fuckin' excuse. Fuck you.
(Via Matt via the adorable pusheen.tumblr.com with an assist from Edgar.)
11-11-11 [Fuck You Friday]
November 11th, 2011 by C. RogersDays like today don't come along very often.
It's a Friday.
A Friday.
And that means it's a Fuck You Friday.
Right now as this post is published, it is November 11, 2011 at 11:11 AM PST.
11-11-11, 11:11 AM.
Awesome.
And fuck you.
The End Of The World (Again). [Fuck You Friday]
October 21st, 2011 by C. RogersIt's Friday.
Yeah, it's a Friday.
That means it's a Fuck You Friday. Yeah.
So, that religu-larious nutcase Harold Camping claims that today -- 2011-10-21 as the calendar reads -- will be The End Of The World.
Well, it the world didn't end back on May 21 of this year when Camping said it would.
And it won't end today. NeverCo guarantees it.
It's sad that he's wrong and that people follow him.
Therefore, to combat that attendant sadness, let's consider the actual End Of The World:
You're welcome.
(End Of The World via AlbinoBlackSheep.com. Thanks to Luke, who showed it to me first.)
Contempt. [Fuck You Friday]
September 30th, 2011 by C. RogersThis is a Friday.
Today is a Friday.
That means it's a Fuck You Friday.
Grace demonstrates what that means:
Now that -- that -- is what you call contempt.
(For Kath.)
"Our Hearts Are Broken, But Not Our Spirit!"
September 11th, 2011 by C. Rogers
In 2002 I won this huge plastic Made-In-China cup out of a claw machine at a Denny's in Bakersfield, CA. I won it on my second try by grasping the cup's handle with the claw.
On 2001/09/11 I was woken by a phone call from my roommate's girlfriend. She said turn on the TV. We did. I remember all my adrenaline dumping into my blood. My heart raced. I didn't understand what was coming through my eyes into my brain.
Now, ten years later, the United States Of America is a crippled nation with two wars depreciating everything that was good about it pre-9/11.
Who invades the wrong country? Who even does that? It reflects poorly. Very poorly. And should be remembered as such.
For now, we still have a cup to drink out of. And time to turn things back towards a more positive course.













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