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I Don’t See You With An Advanced Degree in Captioneering

Norbizness here from the recently SXSW-poseurized People’s Republic of Austin. This caption-related post is tagged as “Humor,” so these must be funny, right?. The tag wouldn’t lie, would it? (click on the thumbnail for a larger pic)

Man, the reception sucks. Try adjusting the parabolic crown of thorns.

Pills! Who wants pills?

I swear on a stack of Catch-22s, I’ll never club a stuffed seal filled with red dye ever again.

Was it good for you?

I guess that one night in Bangkok does make a hard man humble.

Enough of that. Embarrassing moment time: wearing peach-colored Easter pants to school… in 10th grade. I think I received about 30 comments that day, none of which could be construed as helpful or esteem-building. I still try to squeeze into them from time to time when I want to feel dainty, though.

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2 thoughts on I Don’t See You With An Advanced Degree in Captioneering

  1. You know, those special, one-day-a-year, pastel-colored monstrosities. Nothing dangerous at all, except to my fragile psyche at the time, so probably not like your Danger Pants. Or even Danger Mouse.

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