Art Imitates Life

President Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho (Terry Crews) is the new host of "Ow, My Balls!"

Remember, I Just Link To 'Em

Post-modern performance art. You couldn't make this shit up.

If anybody needs me, just bang on the hatch door with a brick.

I Hates Me An Obama, I Does

Bloody hell I'm angry. Look at some of the tee shirts that son of a bitch wears, right in plain view, in front of the cameras. That's some astonishing arrogance right there. It's like the president doesn't even care about keeping up appearances any more, now that he's not up for re-election. That's how blatant and in your face the new world order has become.

I move that we impeach this travesty of an asshole as soon as congress reconvenes.

Monophasic Sleep Is Bullshit For Australopithecines

It reduces our sex drive. It lowers our happiness index. It shoehorns us into a 9 to 5 lifestyle to which our merrymaking demeanour is not accustomed. 
It's all about conformity n' sheet. The man's always trying to put us into a box. It won't do.

A magical race of people, the scientific name for the Australopithecus means "pure sunshine", "he who likes to take things at his own pace", and "that man over there, your honour".
The most diabolical act of genocide that the Piltdown Man ever cooked up was the 40 hour working week. Having to get up and do stuff really cramps our style. It threatens our time-honoured cultural traditions.

Whilst our boring Neanderthal cousins haven't been able to get on top of this situation over the last 30,000 years, the cleverer 'pithecines like myself are all over this one.

We just snooze at work.

"Stop dozing off at the monitor! You almost got hundreds of passengers killed! I'm docking your annual leave!"
- the curse of the Department Head

Rap Died 17 Years Ago

Respect for my nigger, Biggie Smalls. Gone too soon.

1.6 Thousand Hits on Fault-Co

That's a lot of hits for some obscure website run by a ruggedly handsome individual with a keen intellect and a horde of admirers.

The content never grows old, per se. There are only "classics" and exciting new arrivals.

The site was set up for three reasons in 2011:

1. Profit.
2. To inform and to entertain.
3. To give Cleve Blakemore the shits.

That's it. Now that I'd say we've achieved those objectives we set out with, I am like Arnold Schwarzenegger at the end of the second Terminator flick, with no further reason to exist. If anybody needs me I'll be shaving my head and setting myself alight on the steps of Old Parliament House at about noon tomorrow. Bring some marshmallows.