The People's Common Sense Medical Adviser by R.V. Pierce M.D.
©1918, by World's Dispensary Medical Association
Posted 5:35 PM by J.Ro           

When I was 18, I was a naughty, naughty girl who didn't deserve to eat.

Posted 11:48 AM by J.Ro           

On Resin Babies
Universal Donor: zam! here now, how 'bout you?
Me: yes
Universal Donor: wheee! I'm dying!!!!!
Me: have you checked my blog and seen my obscene Asian babies?
11:00 AM GET WITH THE TIMES!
Universal Donor: i've been out of the loop for the last 3 weeks or so
Me: What loop were you in? The anti-Asian babies loop!
Me: http://rockemstockem.blogspot.com/
Universal Donor: thanks, spazfucker
i know your URL!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
OH MY HOT FUCK THAT IS DISTURBING
YES! Craig and I found them and all these old men and women came up and said
CUTE! BABY! CUTE! CUTE! BABY!
He told them I was afraid of having real babies, so I had them like kittens.
Universal Donor: jesus fucking christ
I can't even hang with the babies
Me: why you have to hate on my babies?
I named one after you, Bunbury!
Universal Donor: because i can see their assh*les
Me: what about the weiners
Universal Donor: don't get me started on the kibbles and bits
Me: one of them is all ass up in the air
Universal Donor: i know like a monkey
Me: and he's in front of the one that is holding his legs back
Universal Donor: presenting
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
stop it!
You will forever compromise the quality of my sleep

On Sarah
Universal Donor: she had hobocock breath
Me: well that's why I started calling her that!
Universal Donor: makes sense to me! It's a very distinctive smell


Posted 1:32 AM by J.Ro           

I found these in Chinatown, they were $3.00 each. Mister insisted that I buy the whole set.

Posted 8:55 PM by J.Ro           

Posted 12:47 PM by J.Ro           

More From The Zoos!


Posted 11:31 AM by J.Ro           

In the lunchroom of the jungle,
tigers and cheetahs don't eat together.

Posted 11:25 AM by J.Ro           

Dear Myla Goldberg,
If I were the Decemberist's, I too would write a song about you. I think if I saw you on the street I would get butterflies in my stomach.

Dear Hot Man On The Subway,
I totally thought you were hot, and then went and ruined it for yourself. You are tall and solid, and you have your 50's screen hero good looks. The rain had made your hair wet most of it was slicked back, but a few strands fell rakishly into your eyes. Your t-shirt clung to your body. The white t-shirt and blue jeans were a nice touch to the bygone era hero thing. Then I saw your flip-flops, I thought I would give you another chance, but you kept sucking on your finger (seriously, what was that all about, were you eating crackers and they were stuck between your back teeth and gums?) and it was over. We could have had beautiful babies.

Dear Lady On The TV,
I can't stand to look at you, this sewing show is really interesting, and I am sure you have a lot you could teach me. I am sorry you can only talk out of the left side of your mouth. Is it because of a stroke?
Posted 11:16 AM by J.Ro           

A STORY TOLD IN PICTURES BY MY CAMERAPHONE




Posted 1:33 PM by J.Ro