S.W.A.I.M., Episode 14

New episode of Cracked TV is up and around, this time on the saddest world record attempts of all time. I look slightly less sad by comparison; you don't want to miss it! You can check the happiness here or below, or impart some genuine happiness by Digging here.

Sexual Harassment

All Those Aren't Muskets! employees are hereby mandated to observe the following viewing materials as part of a company-wide refresher on intra-office etiquette. Failure to do so will result in a vague sense of loss.

Horrifying Children's Books

I've got a new article up at Cracked about children's books that shouldn't exist. Consider it a macabre oddity, or perverted shopping list if you're babysitting and are incredibly cruel. Either way...whoomp! here it is.

Billy Bob, With Sub(text)titles

Why read between the lines when you can just read? For the inferentially impaired, I'm pleased to present the latest installment in the "Billy Bob Thornton is a crazy ass" interview series, complete with a subtext caption track! And since we've already established that you don't respond to subtlety, DIGG THIS NOW.

S.W.A.I.M., Episode 13

Drivetime Mikey's swan song is as stirring and memorable as when he burst on the scene a mere fortnight ago. Tonight we cherish, for tomorrow never knows. Farewell, you man o' the golden throat. We return to your regularly scheduled android in two weeks. Until then, Digg this shit.

Mistah Twittah

...is what all the lads have been calling me ever since I got my head out of my ass and made a Twitter page! So if you want to feel even closer to me than you already do by reading this blog (I'm talking to you, Karen), start following me on my brand new spiffily twitterpated Twitter page, SWAIM_CORP located hereabouts. Hurry, before it gets bought out by DOB_INC and the stock price skyrockets!

You, From The Past

Dan and I managed to get another Lunch Hour Sketch knocked out, and it's currently racking up the views over at Cracked. Check it here or there. That is all for now.

6 Reasons Shakespeare Would Write For Cracked

Forsooth and prithee! Lo, thine ears must attends't thou upon the Lysander o' the moors, ere which tis jest most bawdy thereupon wherewhich...prithee...look, just read it.