alternative comics and memes by Jethro Sleestak
Fun Facts for Boys and Girls
Can you believe that you pay taxes to pay this person to lie to you?
Here’s the list of skills list I think should be on Sarah Huckabee Sanders ‘s resume:
Professional liar towing the party line at all times. Night is day and day is night, etc. No lie too brazen. Will say anything for the rich and powerful.
Here is my summary of her statements as a civil servant:
There isn’t any fire.
The press is lying.
The Democrats hate America.
That is the real problem.
Get back to work you.
“Pray for Bigfoot. Don’t let him explode like Jesus.”
That’s the central belief of New and Improved Mormonism.
You have to understand that New and Improved Mormons (NIMs) are just like other Christians in that they believe in Jesus Christ as the divine son of God and the savior of all mankind and that he was resurrected and all that.
The difference is that NIMs also believe that the sins of the world became so great that Jesus exploded from the overload, and Bigfoot had to take over. They call that tragic event the Divine Sasquatchination and believe that it happened around the time of Donald Trump’s third medical deferment from military service during the Viet Nam war.
Continue reading “New and Improved Mormonism”
Donald Trump: Does this hole in my head make me look stupid?
The man does not think before he speaks and picks fights randomly, but you think he has solutions to complex problems.
Donald Trump is a reality-TV star with dementia, a salesman of the lowest bullshit kind.
Rat Bastard, the King of the Low Men.
A worm in the skin of a man.
A rich-kid bully, a bigot, and a fraud.
A disease in the mind of America.
The puss from the cancer of Fox News.
Hatred and ignorance and ugliness made flesh.
If your five-year-old behaved like Donald Trump, you would spank his ass.
A predator. A scoundrel. A user of religion for low tribal purposes. An inciter of mobs. A sower of hate.
Satan truly is assembling his army…
Sung to the tune of the hymn “Bringing in the Sheaves.”
Rancid luncheon meat, rancid luncheon meat,
We shall eat a piece of rancid luncheon meat.
Rancid luncheon meat, rancid luncheon meat,
We shall eat a piece of rancid luncheon meat.
Do you remember that time you and Mr. Grunch were assigned to the safety committee, and he wanted to have daily meetings about the safety flyers when it was obvious that all you needed to do was take last year’s flyers and add the new stuff to the bottom?
Remember that time at team-building day, when Mr. Grunch argued about the score keeping for the field events and how kickball should be weighted more and got mad about it?
Do you remember the time Mr. Grunch forgot about his leftover tuna salad in the break room fridge for three weeks, and when he finally remembered it, the stuff smelled like a dead whale’s sulfurous bowels, but he didn’t notice that he was letting it drip on the carpet as he carried it by your cubicle?
Do you remember the time you and your work buddy were talking about her divorce and some very private sexual details, and you both started talking about everything you had ever tried, but then you noticed that Mr. Grunch was sitting right there on the other side of the partition?
Hateful Turd is the most awesome genius of all time, and everyone loves him, except for the stupid losers that should be sent back to wherever.
The LOOORD is what I named my bonktological device. I named it The LOOORD because I noticed I was saying LOOORD when I exhailed after hard tokes.
The LOOORD has revealed to me that I will be reincarnated as a moop, which is an animal on a different planet. A moop is basically a mud skipper but it says “moop” all the time. It also lives on its own filth, at least indirectly. The moop covers the mud flats it lives on with its feces and then leaps up and catches the flies that swarm over all the shit. Continue reading “The Moops and Donald Trump”
