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Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wagn'nagl fhtagn ("In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."). --HP Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

The stars hath turned in the heavens once more: Mighty Cthulhu stirs. His dreams reacheth forth, communing with those with ears to hear. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! His thoughts trample down along the pathways of thy mind; thou knowest His footprints, each of which is a wound...

Wednesday, June 23, 2004



found on BartCop


The VP Candidate That Gives ShrubCo™ Nightmares

Note to neo-clowns: Nation-building is tough, but a good yardstick of success is whether or not the locals are shooting at you. In case you haven't noticed, 2 Million Muslim Kosovars and Albanians happen to love General Wesley Clark.

But Lt AWOL Dumbya™ would be hard-pressed to find any Muslims anywhere that could say his name without spitting.

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