Posts Tagged black humor

Pride and Prejudice… now with more zombies!

For the Goddess and her Jane Austen book club friends, may I tempt you into something a little… different?

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies — Pride and Prejudice and Zombies features the original text of Jane Austen’s beloved novel with all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie action. As our story opens, a mysterious plague has fallen upon the quiet English village of Meryton—and the dead are returning to life! Feisty heroine Elizabeth Bennet is determined to wipe out the zombie menace, but she’s soon distracted by the arrival of the haughty and arrogant Mr. Darcy. What ensues is a delightful comedy of manners with plenty of civilized sparring between the two young lovers—and even more violent sparring on the blood-soaked battlefield as Elizabeth wages war against hordes of flesh-eating undead. Complete with 20 illustrations in the style of C. E. Brock (the original illustrator of Pride and Prejudice), this insanely funny expanded edition will introduce Jane Austen’s classic novel to new legions of fans.

Hat tip to Bioephemera

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Mmmmmm, babies

How could I not post this?

But it’s been my experience that the fat content is much higher than is represented here.

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Don’t you hate it when this happens?

I say, go for the bingo!

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Nailed it!

Jon Stewart and his crew over at the Daily Show have managed to hit the nail squarely on the head. And then pound it in. Until it hurts so much you laugh. After working up a righteous indignation by watching Keith Olberman, it is a welcome relief to view the ridiculous side of this clusterf#@k.

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Nobody Fucks With John McCain

Nobody fucks with John McCain

See more Hayden Panettiere videos at Funny or Die

Hat tip:: Liberals Must Die

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The Bush (and Republican) Legacy

by: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Adaptation by: The CyberLizard
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
My name is Ozymandius George W. Bush, King of Kings,
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.


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