With the help of my credit card I am currently enrolled at National Internet University. When Dean Grovanovich heard that we run a website he immediately offered to pay us a large sum of money to advertise. We're still waiting for the incredibly generous check to clear, but in the meantime we are honoring our end of the agreement and turning Something Awful into a proxy for the National Internet University. You can still read all of our amazing content and crack up at the yucksmithery of our writers, but now you just have to buy a diploma from National Internet University to do it. I assume if you're reading this then you've already purchased one. Congratulations!
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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