I was trying to get BondFan with that one, not you!! Think happy thoughts!!
Oh, and my mother finally figured out what the name of the race she went to was. They were sprint car races.
Dilly and I go a ways back in the smack food area, Ms. ‘Burg’ar.
Now she’s gonna wonder how I got a fat lip … and may try to make me eat some punny-tasting words of questionable tastefulness.
Well, since we are celebrating, why not.
*rummages around pockets*
Darn it, I seem to have used up all my matches. Could someone light the end of this fuse for me?
I dunno. Ever since I gave Ben and Emily my paypal account info, so they could deduct my failblog subscription fee automatically from my bank account, instead of waiting for my checks, I’ve been powering fail after fail.
TIME TO CHANGE SUBJECT
In honor of, well, ME, I’ve had an olympic size swimming pool hauled in and assembled right over here. Since I will be out of town tomorrow and will miss the cuddle puddle (AGAIN!), I decree the rest of the afternoon be spent in at a Pool Party!
Of course, chaise loungers and a sandbox are being provided for our feline friends present.
A farmer rears 25 young hens and one old côck. As the old côck could no longer handle his job efficiently, the farmer buys one young côck from the
market and puts it in the pen with the old côck and the hens…
Old côck: Welcome to the farm. We’ll work together towards productivity. Young côck: Whattya mean? As far as I know, you are old and should be
retired.
Old côck: Young boy, there are 25 hens here, can’t I help you with some?
Young côck: No! Not even one, all of them will be mine.
Old côck: In this case, I challenge you to a competition and, if I win, you let me have one hen. If I lose you have them all.
Young côck: Okay. What kind of competition?
Old côck: 50-yard dash. From here to that tree. But due to my age, I hope you allow me to start off the first 10 yards. Young côck: No problem! We
race tomorrow morning.
Confidently, the following morning, the Young côck allows the Old côck to start off and when the Old côck crosses the 10-yard mark, the young côck
chases him with all his might. He was right behind the old côck in a matter of seconds and — BANG! Before he can overtake the old côck, he is
shot dead by the farmer, who sighs and says, “Damn. That’s the fifth gay chicken I bought this week.”
Hey i know that guy. He stayed at my hotel last week. I think i even checked him in. Pretty badass dude actually. Went by the name Mike Hawkeye here at the hotel.
Wouldn’t sound so bad if you weren’t a stupid American who couldn’t speak properly. Most people in the world understand word boundaries and consonants.
Dunno if this has been mentioned, because theres so many comments, but this guy appeared in Dirty Sanchez: The Movie.. as you can guess, there were lots of jokes..
meh mike
C. Hunt
We’ll cross that Bridges when we get to it.
You ain’t Sheen nothing yet.
Well Blom E. Down agrees.
I just saw a flying cashew outside!
Hunt and Pecker
Pecker? I don’t even know her!
YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY Judy!!!
*smoochies WN*
Wrecked her, hell he killed her.
Check her!!
*checks*
She’s alright.
*recovery squeeze*
I lobster, but now I flounder.
What’s in a name?
♪ The name game! · Shirley! · Shirley, Shirley bo Birley Bonana fanna fo Firley… ♪
Where is that halibut? *looks around*
*flees from Avis*
You’ll never take me alive!
Hee! I’ll get you yet! Only I’ll find an earworm to drive you insane!
Would the earworm be a whole new world to me?
*sprints away
*
Not working this time! HA!
But don’t worry, I find something… eventually.
♫ It’s fun to stay at the Y – M – C- A!!! ♪
I was thinking more along the lines of “When I Think About You….” Remember the video I linked to a few months ago???? Think about that video!
Ewwww!!!
I was trying to get BondFan with that one, not you!! Think happy thoughts!!
Oh, and my mother finally figured out what the name of the race she went to was. They were sprint car races.
’s okay. You can’t always account for the collateral damage that may occur.
Put Mike Hawke in her ear!
♪Let’s do Chuck!♪
(originally tried to post ^ with a smiley face … but the Blogmonster apparently wouldn’t allow Chuck to be serviced with a smile)
That’s not the same ^ that was in your : on the last fail, I hope?
That thing gets around.
^ gets back around to the kitschy references.
So you’re saying you want to kitsch and make up?
*hands fuzz a Dr. Pepper Lip Smacker*
Mm!
Dilly and I go a ways back in the smack food area, Ms. ‘Burg’ar.
Now she’s gonna wonder how I got a fat lip … and may try to make me eat some punny-tasting words of questionable tastefulness.
Honey, just like we told everyone, you got that fat lip walking into a door after you fell down the stairs.
Right, sugar, and you wear kitcheny dark glasses because I just like told you twice.
My butt hurts.
*gives dilly a pair of honey buns*
*feels all better*
(hmm … not sure what happened to my user name there …
it’s not like I was in a bilious humour … I was feelin’ fine
Pfft. I did him back in college. I’ve moved on.
Dammit! I hate it when that happens!
On the other hand, Dilly will be happy that I put the Zorb vid up on the failpeeps site.
*gives two thumbs up*
YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! *punches air*
*watches air collapse in agony*
*calls 911*
Snitches get stitches, WN!
Anything for you, sweets!
*squeeeze*
*quicksqzewhilerunningfromthepo-po*
*snork*
Did he do that thing with his knuckle back then? It feels weird at first, but then you get used to it.
Lay lady lay, across my big brass, um, buckle
*cries*
oops … I bopped dilly
♪♫ Whatever colors you have in your eyes
I’ll show them to you and you’ll see them shiners ♪♫
I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about — but I still blushed.
I’m so confused!
Oh, phew. I thought I was the only one who didn’t know what I was talking about.
*hugs long-lost twin*
I apparently forgot to tell you. We have another sibling — DW is our long-lost triplet!
You mean that just like us she also doesn’t have a birthmark on her *mumble* in the shape of a ‘54 DeSoto?
As far as I know, she also doesn’t have the DeSoto birthmark. We’ll have to ask!
Wait a second. Your mom had two cats and a… dragon? Ow!
*crosses legs in sympathy*
It’s not a birthmark, but she does have some impressions of a MINI.
Indeed, I was very, VERY impressed by that car.
Very impressionable I am.
*hugs long-lost sistahs*
A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.
But a Mike wouldn’t.
Are you saying he is over ripe?
Just a bit.
I learned a lot from that guy too.
I too have learned a lot from my c- wait, what?
YAY JUDY!!!!!!
*FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!
*pops open the champagne*
Thankee, thankee. I do believe I’ll have a glass!
*Lights sparklers and passes them around*
Congrats Judy!
*squeeze!*
*throws confetti*
Whoa! Not so close to the sparklers…
*FOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*
…I DIDN’T DO IT THIS TIME!
Aw, crap.
*shakes fist at Avis*
Hey, I just wash my car.
Yikes! Who knew confetti was so flammable?
*stamps out the last of the flames*
Maybe I’ll forgo the fireworks display I had planned for later on.
Oh, please – I love fireworks!!!
*starts wheeling in the confetti cannon*
*smells fire*
*dives into grave instantly*
*covers himself with 6 feet of dirt*
Well, since we are celebrating, why not.
*rummages around pockets*
Darn it, I seem to have used up all my matches. Could someone light the end of this fuse for me?
*hands Judy a hyooge bunch of helium balloons*
*ties a long line to her feet*
Congrats, Judy!!!
*tickle, tickle*
*floats up*
*giggles uncontrollably*
*looks down*
Oops! Sorry bout that, you guys. Sometimes, when I giggles, I leaks!
*drops ShamWow*
*floats Judy over to the sandbox*
(I typed Jucy instead of Judy at first!)
(Well, I did get a little jucy…)
*hands Judy the “POWERED BY” award and bouquet of flowers*
*applauds*
And a *curtsy* for my favorite Japanese Brit!
*smooch*
Aw, shucks!
*squeezes Judy*
*squeeze*
You’re famous now with all these powerings.
Can I have your Otto Graff?
Well,…he’s rather tied up right now… *sideways glance into bedroom* ….can you wait a little while?
Judy, how do you do it? Talk about a roll!
I dunno. Ever since I gave Ben and Emily my paypal account info, so they could deduct my failblog subscription fee automatically from my bank account, instead of waiting for my checks, I’ve been powering fail after fail.
*looks at Judy in awe and admiration*
Wow. I wish I could have my bank account emptied too! But I know that Ben and Emily won’t find me worthy!
*sob!*
*empties Brewski’s bank account*
*leaves a broken toaster*
Oh, no…now his payments will be in arrears.
Would you rather he pay through the nose?
For his sake, I hope he doesn’t go insolvent.
and then end up on solvent
Better than ending up on “Geraldo.”
And then leaving in a huff.
I’m here! And quite huffless. Just busy!
Thank you! Oh, thank you! I knew somebody out there loved me!
*cries tears of joy*
Vvrrrrrrp!!
That almost works as well as peal socks.
*GLUG GLUG glug glug…*
Heeheehee!!!
¡sʇǝǝʍs ‘ob noʎ ǝɹǝɥ
*ʎɔuɐɟ sıɥ sǝןʞɔıʇ*
What did Judy do? I want to know if I should congratulate her or get her some ointment. Or both.
OIC! Those go by so fast I usually don’t even notice.
*Hands Judy a shiny champagne flute and doesn’t even steal anything from her at the same time*
Oooh! Thanks, lcb! Just cuz you’re so sweet, I’ll let you steal it back tomorrow!
*boogie dances*
♫ ♪ I’ve got the power! ♫ ♪
Look at Judy on the boogie board! She’s getting down on the beach with Mike Hawke.
I didn’t know that there were places to eat out on the beach.
You can always make a grilled sandwich at the beach.
TIME TO CHANGE SUBJECT
In honor of, well, ME, I’ve had an olympic size swimming pool hauled in and assembled right over here. Since I will be out of town tomorrow and will miss the cuddle puddle (AGAIN!), I decree the rest of the afternoon be spent in at a Pool Party!
Of course, chaise loungers and a sandbox are being provided for our feline friends present.
*looks at spatula*
Oh, put that down. You and Dragon can play later. Now, into the water!
*pushes Admiral into pool*
*pulls Judy in with*
*grabs Brewski on the way in*
AAAAAAHHHHHH *SPLASH!!!*
AAAHHHHH…*sploosh*
*blub blub*
*cough cough*
Oh no! My beer!
Yippeeee! I could use a cool-off!
*dives in*
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
*puts on bikini*
*swan dives into pool*
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh. Now, where’s the pool boy??
I think he like to be called the pole man.
Mike Hawke? He’s around here somewhere.
Well, if Mike Hawke is supposed to be serving us, he getter get right on it!
He’s showing his stiff on the diving board for the hawt babe in the bikini.
*boing, BOING, SPPPRRROING…
*
Pool Party?! Great idea!
Yahoo!
*climbs onto diving board, does cannonball into pool*
Let’s see how long you can hold your breath underwater, GS!
*dunks GS, hold his head underwater for what seems like hours*
*GASP*
How long was that?
Woo hoo! Pool party! Thanks, Judy!
*squeeze*
*dives into pool*
Yabbut, when the getting gets down, the down gets going.
♫Do-do-do down shooby-do down down♪
He looks like Pierce Brosnan. . .
Mine looks like a fireman
He loves backrubs.
Well, it’s prolly better than Mike Hunt.
GMTA, LGB!
I knew a Rich Hunt.
He obviously did not go by “Dick.”
The Emmy award winning star of the TV show “Mad About You” found a wallet out back, so if anyone lost their wallet go to Helen Hunt for it.
Oh, the undead can be clever. Nice one, ZA.
*ba-dum tish!*
I had a boss named Richard Hunter. He went by Dick.
He sounds nice, is he single?
Hmph. I was hoping he’d rather investigate Mike Hunt.
LCB THINK LIKE LGB!
OMG!
LOLROFLMAO!
WTF??
IDK! LCB and LGB and BFF, FTW!
BTW U R A QT, JK
CDB
I F-N N-E N-R-G 4 N-E more of this.
Take the L-F-8-R, then.
*pushes L-D-8-NN*
FGT JDHK MWOS L8R G8R…
*nods – yep that looks good*
A relation of Mike Hunt?
Now wait a minute. Is there an echo in here?
Echo. Echo. Echo.
in here?
in here?
You know, if you can clap your hands….
Oh, nevermind.
A guy and a girl are in a heavy make out session when the girl asks the guy to put his finger inside her. He does.
She asks him to put two fingers inside. He does.
She asks him to put his whole hand in. He does.
Then, she asks him to put in his other hand and clap. He puts in the other hand, but he can’t clap.
She smiles, “Tight, huh? I told you I was a virgin!”
OMG! GMTA, Jules!
15th!
Wonder if he plays Ball Busters?
at least thats better than mike rotch lololol
You’re right. Lolol is a really strange last name.
I really don’t get this….. Myke Hawke? Is there some kind of cultural connotation I am missing here?
my c0ck? is that it?
Why is your c0ck funny?
because it can be detatched….
Yes, it’s all in the pronunciation
Well, and the timing.
Abstract — I do not get it either … *hangs head, not quite in shame, and hopes for an answer*
(She got it in two, EM, it just sounds like “my c0ck”)
Whats so funny about his name sounding like My Caulk?
For starters, you smeared the bathroom tiles with it.
And squeezed it between the window pane and the frame.
Of course, I have to squeeze my caulk if I’m going to smear it all over the bathroom and windows and ….
The windows?! Are you crazy?! What if the cops see?!
How else am I supposed to fill the cracks?
Oh, c’mon, Scott…don’t be grout-chy!
You’re right Dragon, I’ve got more s-tile than that.
Windows??? What if you pick up a bug? Or a bad virus??
Whatever floats your little boat.
Or your whole fleet of little boats, in the case of Admirals and such
:ɔ(
*tweaks Elsa_Mama’s nose*
My friend Mike Hunt wants to learn a few things from your friend Mike Hawk.
A farmer rears 25 young hens and one old côck. As the old côck could no longer handle his job efficiently, the farmer buys one young côck from the
market and puts it in the pen with the old côck and the hens…
Old côck: Welcome to the farm. We’ll work together towards productivity. Young côck: Whattya mean? As far as I know, you are old and should be
retired.
Old côck: Young boy, there are 25 hens here, can’t I help you with some?
Young côck: No! Not even one, all of them will be mine.
Old côck: In this case, I challenge you to a competition and, if I win, you let me have one hen. If I lose you have them all.
Young côck: Okay. What kind of competition?
Old côck: 50-yard dash. From here to that tree. But due to my age, I hope you allow me to start off the first 10 yards. Young côck: No problem! We
race tomorrow morning.
Confidently, the following morning, the Young côck allows the Old côck to start off and when the Old côck crosses the 10-yard mark, the young côck
chases him with all his might. He was right behind the old côck in a matter of seconds and — BANG! Before he can overtake the old côck, he is
shot dead by the farmer, who sighs and says, “Damn. That’s the fifth gay chicken I bought this week.”
*golf claps* that just….well….
okay, okay, you got me….. it is funny lol!
Ha ha ha – I really enjoyed that! Thanks!
*RIGL*
Nice Jules… good to see you haven’t lost your touch while I have been away.
I don’t see anything wrong with his name. Someone needs to explain that to me.
God Almighty!
That’s James Bond!!!
Bruce Almighty!
That’s James Bond!!!
That guy appear in “The Simple Life” with Paris Hilton & Nicole Richie.
Im not joking.
Click in my nick to see the video.
Was he forced?
You forgot Amanda Huginkiss and Anita Grilledcheesesammich.
Not to mention Jacques Strap, Seymour Butz, Mike Rotch and Maya Normousbutt.
Anita Grilledcheeseammich…. yum
And…we’re back to the TNMT fail…. !
Someone should introduce him to Mike Litoris.
I hope Mike Hawke didn`t “piss on your carpets”
…or how about Dixie Nourmous?
that’s literally a name which women love…
And God knows there is a whole lot to learn about Mike Hawke. A whole lot. Like a big major lot.
Myke Hawk’s a dentist… that’s why he’s in yo momma’s mouth so much!! Oooooooooh!
Anpu has better. At least that’s what Mike Hawk’s wife said.
Wow, he totally looks like Mike Hawke. Only smaller.
Win
That’s because of ugly pronunciation, I guess. Stephen Fry wouldn’t make it sound so lolful.
Peter Enis has a new freind!!
Never thought that one day, I’d see Mike Hawk on television! (O_o)
thanx judy this is a incredible fail
Hey i know that guy. He stayed at my hotel last week. I think i even checked him in. Pretty badass dude actually. Went by the name Mike Hawkeye here at the hotel.
Wouldn’t sound so bad if you weren’t a stupid American who couldn’t speak properly. Most people in the world understand word boundaries and consonants.
Meh. Old news. Saw this a LONG time ago on The Soup.
This has been on The Soup for, like, 6 months. but I still like your site.
Dunno if this has been mentioned, because theres so many comments, but this guy appeared in Dirty Sanchez: The Movie.. as you can guess, there were lots of jokes..
Is he friends with Mike Litoris?
(an earlier name fail on failblog)
that was on the soup
Didn’t Jackyl have a song about this guy several years ago?
it seems like you’ve got a lotm to study…
lucky it’s not Myke Hunt
Mike Hunt
That poor narrator! It sounds like its his show, too! They had to cut to his name and profile right after.
lol! that caught me so off guard hahahahahahahahahahaahhaahahahahhaha roflmaoqxz
a textbook bart simpson phonening moe joke