These are smelly one-liners I've collected over time. If you're easily offended by humor, please don't continue reading. If it doesn't bother you, consider adding some to the comments. I'll add them to the post along with a link to your site.
Nearly two years ago, I interviewed a blogger. It was the time when Google was waving his big stick, smacking everyone who was selling text links and doing paid reviews. All got whacked real bad, from A-list bloggers to new noobs like our friend here whom I interviewed. In that interview, I asked him his thoughts about that Google slapping issue and he gave a very provocative answer. Two years passed and I felt it will be good if I interviewed that same blogger again just to see if his views and opinions have changed.
I am looking for an argument. Not a discussion, simply because a discussion does not get the adrenaline levels pumping. An argument does. Since I have been binging for the past two days without any real exercise, I thought I will take this weekend to argue about something so as to put my heart's machinery into some action to avoid it from clogging up prematurely. The topic of the argument, should there be any takers, is:
You know that cliché of an insane person, perched on the side of some busy road, screaming complete and utter garbage? You see how everyone tries to avoid his glance as he spews out the apocalypse? Can you see the crazed look, hear the hoarse voice, see the spit goblets soaring through the sky as he tries (without succeeding) to get anyone to back him up, anybody to even notice he is there? He likes to think he is the devil's messenger, the prophet of the apocalypse, and you like to think he's just hopped up on acid. That person is me. I'm not saying I'm out ranting in the streets, I'm just saying that in my head there is my very own insane person, spouting doom.
Everyone likes a good fart joke, right? Well, not everybody or I wouldn't have to warn you about what follows. What I have done is compiled a list of stuff that's been forwarded to me over the years, cleaned up and edited to read better. It shouldn't be that much, but I'll let you decide when enough is enough.
I heard the following joke more than 20 years ago. When I originally put pen to paper, I had to do it from memory. I couldn't cheat because I couldn't find this joke anywhere on the net. I'm sure it has appeared elsewhere since I first put it on a website, but I assure you I was the first one to publish it on the web. I have moved the joke from website to website over the years and I've cleaned it up a bit in the process. It's still an adult joke, but at least it isn't as completely vulgar as it was the first time I put it out there. If adult jokes bother you, please move on.
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