Some of my favorite Demotivational Posters.
Getting ready for tomorrow.
Some of you may remember that a long time ago I had another website. It was a chronicle of my life living in Ireland, I had to go under a different name for my protection, I still use that
nom-de-plume of Cranky Canuck.
I still wasn't sure who I needed to be protected from. It was either the Irish or the Prime Minister of Canuckastan Steve the “Harpoon” Harper.
I just wasn't sure but my money was on the Irish.
During my exile in Ireland I had set up the Embassy of Canuckastan and implemented a strict security protocol. I had everything that you would need to make sure nothing would get me. I had a moat full of angry beavers, anti-aircraft artillery and an electric fence that I powered off of my neighbours power box. I even threw in a rabid ex-wife to cover the bases, you would be better off to deal with the beavers.
I even consulted with
Grandad, he knows how to run a tight operation. He even offered to lend me a manure spreader that could launch its load over the walls. It's great fun.
So everything was running tickety-boo. Or so I thought.
There is this fat bastard who every year breaches my security and leaves a pile of steaming shit in my shoes. I have no idea what I did to him, and if it is about that flying mange infested reindeer that flew over the Canuckastan Embassy and got blown out of the air by my anti-aircraft artillery, then I did him a favour. A nose glowing red is a sure sign something is wrong and I saved him a lot of money on the vet bills.
Santa-Bin-Claus seems to have declared war on me. But I have another trick up my
sleeve parka. I am going to hire Seal Team Six.
If they can find Bin Laden, I a pretty sure they can find Santa Bin Claus.
If they can get him I am going to set their sights on Waldo, that bastard is creepy.
ker MUJ en) noun, A cantankerous person; an ill-tempered and disagreeable person.