Wednesday Afternoon SugarLinks – Replusive Alien Hysterics

Wednesday Afternoon SugarLinks – Replusive Alien Hysterics

SPACE KING! In the muscle-bound words of Warty Hugeman: It's Space Balls for Warhammer 40K https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lknNsZgzG1g Giving us this amazing meme: Forensics determine source of liquid sprayed on Rep. Ilhan Omar during town hall MINNEAPOLIS — Hours...

THE RESISTANCE – The Squad: Episode 6

THE RESISTANCE – The Squad: Episode 6

“They sprayed something on me!’ Ilhan said, distressed, changing her hijab. “What was it?” Sandy asked. “Does that really matter?” Rashida replied, helping Ilhan adjust her performative headwear. “I’ve had a lot of stuff sprayed on me, “ Sandy said brightly, “and some...

Wednesday Afternoon SugarLinks – Replusive Alien Hysterics

Wednesday Afternoon SugarLinks – Black Moon, White Again

Barron Trump 'saved woman's life' by calling 999 as his friend was 'being attacked' during FaceTime call, court hears Donald Trump's youngest son saved the life of a woman in London by phoning the police when he witnessed her being beaten up over a video call, a court...

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The Hat and The Hair 47: Episode 35

“I have brought peace to the Middle East,” Donald said. “I have healed a rift and led Jews and Palestinians to the Promised Land.” “Hallelujah!” the hat said jubilantly. “Preach Brother Donald!” “I will win the Nobel Peace Prize!” Donald exulted. “Um…” the hair began....

The Hat and The Hair 47: Episode 33

“My Presidential Library is going to be so classy,” Donald said, “just the classist." “But it’s in Florida,” the hair said. “Florida loves Donald,” the hat said. “Where else should he have it?” “Uh, New York City? His hometown.” “Nah, fuck that shithole. They can rot...

The Hat and The Hair 47: Episode 32

“I know they broke the escalators on purpose,” the hat spat. “The building is a dump, a dump,” Donald said. “I could have made it beautiful, just so classy.” “Those waterheads were lucky you even bothered to talk to them,” the hat said. “Can you guys keep it down?”...

Wednesday Afternoon Sugarlinks – Sasquatch Propaganda

So, I do enjoy writing my Wednesday noon satire shorts, but damn it is difficult when shit likes this is the reality: Straight from Kamala's book. I mean, how can I, a simple monger of filth, compete with this? Also, you daffy dumb bitch, you should have stayed in...

The Hat and The Hair 47: Episode 30

“Now no one can ever burn an American flag again!” Donald said as he signed the Executive Order with a flourish. “Womp womp,” the hat said. “It will never stand up in court,” the hair said. “Not the point,” the hat said, “It’s to get commie fuckos to start burning the...

The Hat and The Hair 47: Episode 29

“Bear witness!” the hat said grandly as Donald opened the vault. “Yay, a bunch of hats,’ the hair said with all the enthusiasm of roadkill. “Be ye not afraid!” the hat said to the assembled world leaders. They all ignored him. “BE YE NOT AFRAID!” the hat said....

The Hat and The Hair 47: Episode 27

“BIG BALLS!” Elon sang, Elon sprang. “BIG BALLS!” Donald cried, waving the African-American into The Oval Office. “Who let him back in?” the hair asked, hat-grumpy. “You can’t buy this sort of PR,” the hat said, hair-blithe. “I’m really proud of Eddie,” Elon said....

The Hat and The Hair 47: Episode 26

The hat and the hair’s phone beeped. A text message. and I’m here The hat groaned. The hair groaned as well. He slithered off his mannequin head perch. “It’s too early for this shit.” Beep. to remind you “Godammit,” the hat muttered. “He’s not going to stop,” the hair...

Wednesday Afternoon Shitty Typing Links

The shit-fit over The Colbert Show being cancelled pleases SugarFree. The audience for his whiny bullshit anti-humor is literally dying off. He was losing CBS $40,000,000 a year. The real issue is why wasn't he cancelled before now. The conspiracy theory I'm going...

Cracky!: Episode 7

“I love you so much,” Cracky whispered to Hunter, bright eyes piercing, begging to be smoked. “I love you too, Cracky,” Hunter whispered back. He was in his filthy room in his father’s Delaware mansion, in soiled underwear, half-eaten bowls of ramen rotting...