I would kill to have my dog be useful like this.

Luckily the owl is unharmed.

As some of you may have guessed, my thoughts on Christmas are a little conflicted. It's not like I have a vendetta against it like some people think. I mean, good for them. They managed to co-opt the solstice celebration. I'm not crazy about it, but it's not like I don't put up a tree and a few wreaths.

The thing that drives me nuts is the Santa Claus thing. Namely the notion that I invented Santa Claus to take the spotlight off Jesus during his birthday. Some say his name is "Santa" because it's just "Satan" with the "N" placed in front of the "T". I feel slightly insulted by the notion that I can turn into a serpent on a whim and tempt Eve out of paradise, but that when concocting a campaign to influence every Christian child in the world for hundreds of years I would just spell my name with a few letters switched around.

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Like all people who don't consult the Bible to solve practical problems, I'm at war with Christmas. I wish people "Happy Holidays" , promote the idea of Santa Claus in order to deflect attention away from the role of the Christ-child, and accentuate the pagan elements of the celebration in favor of the Christian ones, which are in extreme danger with our country maintaining a paltry incidence of Christians at a mere 76%. And why wouldn't I? I stand to gain so much from the effort, I really can't afford not to. But we need a shot in the arm. So I'm mining the great war-mongers of the past for material. What do say, Genghis? How would you attack Christmas?

Genghis Khan: Well, first I'd find a few stores that feature religiously neutral decorations, like holly, wreaths, and maybe even some Kwanzaa stuff, because they'd clearly be part of the war effort. I'd absorb them into my army and ride to a store that has the nerve to wish people "Merry Christmas" when they check out. While riding we'd drag yule logs behind our horses to kick up extra dust and give the appearance of greater numbers. When I arrived at the store, let's say it's a Wal-Mart in Texas, I'd explain to the manager that he can either surrender, or everyone in the store can be killed. Then I'd camp out that night, instructing my soldiers to each light 3 Christmas trees apiece instead of just one, again to give the impression of greater numbers. We'd probably light a few Menorahs as well, just to show how at war with Christmas we really are. Naturally, there would be no praying.

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Damn, I would kill to witness a nutty ex-girlfriend take on her replacement.

It's a miracle that the tow truck driver wasn't killed.

These kids have found the best way to kill time while waiting for the doctor...dance party!

In case you can't tell, Japanese hornets are enormous...their average size is two inches!!!

Looks like the wasp is smarter than the employee.

Peanuts and Spider-Man and Watchmen all suck balls compared to Steve Jobs vs. Bill Gates. It's going to win the Nobel Prize for Making You Crap Your Pants.

Via SadandUseless.com. See the whole set here.)

Sure hope the new one lives up to it's predecessors.

What's the deal with these tinfoil robot girls dancing to Daft Punk? Are they sexy? Are they dudes? Are they aliens from outerspace sent here to take all our Nutella and kill us? We have no idea! We're a little scared! But we can't stop watching. And dancing!

Animals! They can be dangerous! Especially ones that are huge, have wings and can't even fly! (WHY DOES GOD DO THAT!??!?). Here is a kid who falls of a horse (or donkey!?!) and gets attacked by an Ostrich. This is hilarious because the kid lives, but it is even more hilarious because the kid could have been killed and it would have been caught on film. WHO DOESN'T THINK THAT'S HILARIOUS!?!