If I was Clint Eastwood Dirty Harry, and I said to someone, “Go ahead… make my day,” and they pulled out their mobile phone with TripleDoubleU access (carefully) to show me this site, I’d let them go (y’know, because they made my day).
The site? Fuck You, Penguin. The reason why? See below.
Now I know it’s from another blogging community, and believe me, I’m not cheating on you my beloved WordPress. But I believe it is part of my duty to go out and explore, and return like Uncle Traveling Matt with news of my discoveries. It’s similar to how Detroit has better access to Canadian music, then shares it with the rest of the U.S. (As a Canadian may say, “Sore-y aboot Nickelback, eh?“)
SIDENOTE: On St. Patrick’s Day, the radio station Mix 96.7 was giving away an Elmo DVD to the first caller that could name the biggest movie star to ever come out of Ireland. Two people in row answered Mel Gibson. (There’s so many things wrong in just two sentences.)
But I digress… back to Fuck You, Penguin. (Not to be confused with my other Happy Find, Fuck Yeah! Ryan Gosling!)
In regard to this, the Baudet de Poitou Donkey, and there only being four hundred of them, FUP said:
"You better find a mate and start knocking boots, Donkey, so you can start sprouting up like American Apparels. I don't understand how you can be such prudes, seeing as you are French. What, are you saving yourself for the right donkey?"
Then there’s his tirade at a Porcupine in a tree:
- “Very clever, Porcupine. You want me to catch you, don’t you? You might have cute little teeth and a furry belly, but you’ve got giant quills all over your back, and if I come any closer, I’m going to be in a world of pain unmatched even by what your little porcupine paws are doing to me.”
I think the stuff is funny as shit poop. (Ever notice how most words double-o’s are funny for some reason? Poop, boobs, food… okay maybe just poop and boobs). You may not. And if you don’t, I’ll just call you a penguin.