Thursday, May 28, 2009

Fuck You, Bird

Fuck You, Penguin is officially the funniest site in the history of humor. So we're going to copy it as much as possible -- but in a sports way. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. If you don't think this is funny, well, you suck and once let your dog lick peanut butter off your penis.

Take a fucking hint, Bird. We don't like you and you don't like us. People don't go get all up in your shit by sitting on telephone wires and FLYING THROUGH THE FUCKING AIR. So when you enter our space, we'll hit you with a MOTHERFUCKING BASEBALL and make you explode like fireworks.

Oh yeah, that was on purpose, Bird. Consider it a message from man to bird. We're watching you. You may be watching us from the sky, plotting to take over the world one public park at a time. But you're doomed. Stay the fuck up in the air where you belong, Bird, because hitting you with baseballs is just the start.

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