Tag Archives: humor

9/11 humor…it’s not too soon, is it?

Well, since it came out a year ago I guess it’s safe…Kinda puts the last 9 years in a weird sort of perspective though…

Did you ever wonder…

…how the Empire got its clock cleaned by the rebels and a bunch of primitive teddy bears?

The assassination of Yogi bear by the coward Boo-Boo

And here’s the original…

h/t Boingboing

And now for something completely different…

A man, a banana suit and a very freaky video…

Finnish Friday

Redditt has a great thread about people’s ‘favorite culturally untranslatable phrases’.  I suspect this is a well I’ll return to multiple times but today I’d like to highlight our friends the Finns and their colorful language.  And a note to my mother-in-law if she’s reading this:  I can’t believe you never told me about these.

  • Suksi vittun (Suomi- Finnish, I suppose) Literally, “ski into a cunt.” Extraordinarily vulgar form of “go fuck yourself.”
  • “juosten kustu”. It means that something is done half-assed, but it translates roughly like something is like someone tried to pee while running.
  • “Kyrpä otsassa” is a vulgar way to say you’re incredibly annoyed. It means that you have a dick in your forehead (should be visualized as hanging forward, rather than actually in your forehead, for some reason).
  • “Perse edellä puuhun” – To climb a tree with your ass up. Said when something is being done in very inefficient fashion.
  • “pilkunnussija”, meaning “a comma fucker”. Used about someone who corrects little or meaningless things.
  • “satanaan vittu” which means to literally call someone Satan’s Vagina.

McChrystal Meets Petraeus in their super lair

Just a bit of COIN humor.  Oh god…did I just write that?  (Yes. Yes you did.  And I’m pretty sure we can use it at your commitment hearing.  eds.)

(h/t Joshua Foust)

Ave! Caesar!

Ave! Caesar! Now take those hobnails off and put them on the conveyor belt.

In recent weeks these security measures have been stepped up as barbarian threats have become more pronounced. Accordingly, at many checkpoints along the Rhine, Rhone, Danube, Jordan, Nile, Niger, Tigris, Euphrates, and Potomac [check that last one -JC] we are requiring travelers to lift their togas or in some cases to allow one of my shorter legionaries to look up their togas – a procedure I have named the Veni Vidi. [I can’t think of a third “V” word just now -JC]

(h/t Phronesisaical)