Yeah right like I'm the expert on what's funny! I break half those rules every time I write something. I'm not half as clever as I imagine myself to be.
Although the mainstream press hasn't picked up the story yet, I can assure you that the rumors you've been hearing about frontpage writer Reid "Frolixo" Paskiewicz are true. He stubbed his toe stumbling to the toilet at approximately 3am Saturday morning and has been crying almost nonstop since then. We're praying like hell for his condition to improve but sometimes prayers just aren't enough. If he doesn't pull through, he will be forever remembered as the Clint Howard of the SomethingAwful front page.
His next of kin have asked for readers to email me any poems they may have written about Frolixo. Rhyming verse only. Sonnets appreciated.
We're lighting a candle for you, pal!
Hows about you, me, and five uncomfortable minutes in my basement apartment next to the dusty Christmas tree that's still up from my last visit with my estranged children.
The Upper Kitchen Cabinet Where Your Roommate Keeps His Food: You’ll 'need the footstool' to reach your roommate’s 'fine selection' of 'stale cereal,' but he'll never notice if 'only a little is missing from each box.' Feel less guilty by reminding yourself that Jeff 'acts weird around your girlfriend,' and always 'asks about her.' What a 'creep.'
This ain't your daddy's globe...! .... or is it?!
The Daily Dirt serves as a column for all Something Awful frontpage writers to write about, well, whatever they feel like putting into the Daily Dirt!