Filler-chan, we love you

In anime, every time the animators make up some random story because the manga artist has yet to produce anything, it's called a filler. They usually bring in useless ridiculously gifted characters, seemingly indestructible yet marvellously pointless who end up dying or disappearing in the swamp of plotlessness.
I recently thought about this: I have filler friends in my life. Everyone does, in the end. They're that person you don't really mind but who kinda hangs out with you whenever they can, clinging with their deformed scrawny social-freak claws to your awesomeness charma. They begin bothering you as soon as they start sounding more desperate and out of place than before... and there's always a "two minutes ago" before. You can't wait to shake them off, to polish off your coolness... there, good as new, cause it's perfect like that.
But you get an itch... now and then. Someone needs to scratch it... a charma itch, a need to be all glowy shiny again. And you turn to your filler friends because they make you feel a bit more important, they raise you up and down them low in your presence. It's like smoking a personality joint, I gather, it gets you high, trippin'... what if it's a bad trip though? Smoke in your eyes either way.
Fill 'er up.

Ay caramba, blad!

The British Coco Jambo... praising grinding and drinking all swirled up in a sex cocktail.

Show me the funny

Enough funny business and lolcats and other insignificant rubbish. There's too much of that running around anyway.
I must admit a part of me loves bad jokes and funny animals and unfortunate accidents silly people are always prone to in public. The only things I do not find at all funny are avoidable mishaps happening to old persons. Although it's like my friend says, it already happened and there's nothing you can do about it, so might as well laugh so as not to not offend them by making "a big deal" out of it, I can't help but feel pain when an old geezer falls on the floor, in a kiddy pool or face/false teeth down in their grandchild's birthday cake. A part of me wishes to laugh, another is telling me my teeth will have the last proverbial laugh when they fall out in a checker pattern just to spite me and grow eyes for the sole purpose of seeing me go through the same embarassment (probably at some dinner party celebrating my awesome smile or whatnot). But then an organ war shall begin, to see who shall have the last laugh (my vocal chords are strong favourites): my ovaries would foil that Granps scenario by refusing to spawn offspring, my kidneys would make me turn yellow to get back at me for my East-Asian fetish, my thyroid would mess itself up to own the whole gang by turning me into a ticking fat joke: 3 minutes, 41 seconds and 4 passers-by until next fat-joke...40...39...

...because what would Caturday be without a good laugh:
A Chinese family of 5, named Chu, Bu, Hu, Su and Fu decided to immigrate To the United States.In order to get a visa, they had to adapt their names To American standards: Chu became Chuck Bu became Buck Hu became Huck. Fu and Su decided to stay in China.

Doop-doop

It's "catchy song that easily gets stuck in my head" day!
Also, the video pays tribute to Ileanne and her struggle. And to all sufferers of cockroaches with rabbit-like ambitions.

Lulz

sure freaked me out, but on some deeper more disturbing level it sort of makes anonymously evil sense...



ce fac marmotele cind nu invelesc ciocolata in staniol...

Bad hair years

Have a hoot with this: 1980 you
Just remember to bring it back when you're done.