fridgepunk

I woke up this morning to find my note pad, onto which random plot ideas and story concepts have been finding their way, covered with a picture of a person striding, and branching off of this figure is the phrase "homeless people - ideal advertising boards?" and on the next page I've scrawled, in almost illegible writing: "Is fucking a headless chicken neccesarily wrong? Not a dead chicken but one that was still running about like"

wtf was I doing last night!?

So take these two images in the spirit of a brain that is clearly collapsing in upon itself from fic writing or midget sniffing or Something:

My conjection as to The Bastard Fucking Palmer's daft thought processes when planning her new and most douchbaggy of albums:

Amanda Palmer's Notepad/plans for her latest album

As a personal rule, I consider anything that is looked back on as "One Of The Reasons Why The 19th Century Was Horrible And Things Have Gotten Better Since Because People Don't Do That Sort Of Thing Anymore" something to never ever be repeated, this includes freakshows, bear baiting and turning mental hospitals into Museums Of The Insane.

Oh right, it's not a real freakshow, it's only a simulated Thing That Makes The Whole Human Race Slightly Less Well Off. Go fuck a headless chicken Palmer.

This is not really a take off of the original XKCD that is used as a base for this image, but rather a reaction to the sheer banal laziness of the people producing the GoatKCD, in which the last panel of XKCD comics are replaced with the goatse image.

You see, because saying "XKCD isn't funny any more" is Old Meme, and goatse is Old Meme, therefore it makes sense to combine the two into something so devoid of teh funneh that it all becomes fractal - but a goatse fractal.