The Daily Dumb 6-29-2009

By cpu at June 29th 2009, 4:35 AM - 1 Comments

Wow. That is some geeeeeeeky shit.


MJ is dead. This is an appropriate tribute.


This is why we have barriers.


Dog learns how to moonwalk.


Well, at least she'll shut up now.


The ladies know how to bring the knockouts too.


Toothpaste art on passed out people.


It's not like anyone would've bred with that kid anyhow.


Drunken redneck and cattle prod.


If Macs could do this, I might actually buy one.


Muay Thai knockout.


Badass trick basketball shots.


If that pizza was good, I'd be pissed.


This doesn't look completely insane or anything.


They couldn't think of a better name?


Drunk ass monkeys. Another classic.


Mario Combat. Fuck yeah.


Dumbass dog.


FPS disease.


My kind of advertising.


Some great cartoon ideas.


Some girls are stuck up from the start.


I couldn't resist.


My lack of resistance is growing.


Rawb's last birthday party.


Fucking manbabies.


Nice arrest timing.


Clips from the new watchmen video game leave me wondering.


Doesn't even make it out of the parking lot.


Great moments in family history.


This dog found out he's not getting any more kibbles and bits and tries to end it all.


WTF? German dudes are strange ass wipers.


Are they serious? I can't believe this is "news."


Sound parenting.


They even bust a nut together.


Instant karma is awesome.


Extreme closeup of a tooth.


He had it coming.


Common sense doctor.


Introduction to Christianity.


Smart ass dog.


More lovely family moments.


5 pathetic groups that people think rule the world.

Two ninety year old men, Moe and Sam, have been friends all their lives. It seems that Sam is dying, and Moe comes to visit him every day.

"Sam," says Moe, "You know how we have both loved baseball
all our lives, and how we played minor league ball together for so many years. Sam, you have to do me one favor. When you get to Heaven, and I know you will go to Heaven, somehow you've got to let me know if there's baseball in Heaven."

Sam looks up at Moe from his death bed, and says, "Moe, you've been my best friend many years. This favor, if it is at all possible, I'll do for you."

And shortly after that, Sam passes on. It is midnight a couple of nights later. Moe is sound asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calls out to him, Moe.... Moe...."

"Who is it?" says Moe sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"

"Moe, it's me, Sam."

"Come on. You're not Sam. Sam just died."

"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Sam!"

"Sam? Is that you? Where are you?"

"I'm in heaven," says Sam, "and I've got to tell you, I've got really good news and a little bad news."

"So, tell me the good news first," says Moe.

"The good news," says Sam "is that there is baseball in heaven.

Better yet, all our old buddies who've gone before us are there. Better yet, we're all young men again. Better yet, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play baseball all we want, and we never get tired!"

"Really?" says Moe, "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my
wildest dreams! But, what's the bad news?"

"You're pitching next Tuesday"