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mother FUCKER!
speeding camera ticket http://www.errordactyl.com
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Kenji the workplace sexual harassment robot
robot sex http://www.errordactyl.com
Some of you may have heard of this robot in Japan who fell in love with one of his intern/trainer people, barricaded her in his room, and refused to stop hugging her repeatedly until his eventual deactivation by two senior staff members. But to be perfectly fair here, did you see the way she was dressed? SHE WAS TOTALLY ASKING FOR IT!!! Continue reading
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WOMEN OF ERRORDACTYL (and you thought it wouldn’t work)
errrorette http://www.errordactyl.com
Well that wasn’t so hard, was it? That’s retorical (fucking stupid ass text based communication). At any rate, I’m glad that at least SOME of my readers out there don’t take themselves too seriously. And bonus points for the purple sharpie too, that rules.
So here’s to all of you who don’t have a stick up your ass. Keep it cumming coming!
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pshttt… humans
rainbow http://www.errordactyl.com
I’m not the biggest fan of humans, I’m just going to be up front about that one. I know, I know, I’m a human and I have human friends that I like, but i think that’s kind of on par with when you accuse someone of being racist, and they respond with “I have plenty of black friends”. They’re still racist, and I still hate humans. I mean, what the hell do we do? We’re pointless!!! We’re not even a link in the food chain! We’re just the ball at the end of it, dragging everything else down with us. Fuck humans. The only cool thing we have ever done is music (and pyramids). Music is awesome, but at the same time, it really isn’t anything at all. It’s just a concept, existing solely in the minds of other humans. Even when music is played, it takes an other human to interpret it as more than just sound. A dog doesn’t know the difference between music and the humm of an electric light. So without humans, music isn’t real, it sucks too.
in case you didn’t believe me
fucking search http://www.errordactyl.com
I can’t make this stuff up. Seriously. I don’t know what’s funnier, the fact that someone turned to Google for coital disrobing advice, or the fact that my site came up in the search results. In fact, I didn’t even really believe it myself untill I doubble checked, and sure enough, number three:
fucking results http://www.errordactyl.com
the internet… ROTFL
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deliver me from fast food
There’s a “stats” page in the admin section of this site where I can see things like how many people look at the blog, where they were referred from, which pages got the most traffic, and all kinds of other fun info. One of the things that I can see is what people have typed into search engines to find my site. These are always the funniest. I get stuff like “when do i firs shave” or “is mensa a joke”, that kind of stuff. However, I saw something particularly retarded down there yesterday:
errordactyl searches http://www.errordactyl.com
HOLD EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is someone actually trying to cheat their way in to McDonalds? This is too awesome.
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THE WOMEN OF ERRORDACTYL AD CAMPAIGN!
THIS IS A CALL TO MY FEMALE READERSHIP to send pictures of their bare chests (or cleavage if you’re a prude) with “www.errordactyl.com” scrawled across them in sharpie. The pictures will then be distributed across the internet in prominent (probably inappropriate) places. If you’re not a female, don’t let that stop you from degrading your friends by convincing them to participate.
Send pictures to: errordactyl@gmail.com
must be at least 18 to enter.
and before you get all on my nuts about this, please also note that I know this is a blatant exploitation and objectification of women, and does not adhere to any “commonly excepted” social ethical code (at least not one that people will admit to). So if that’s all you want to tell me, save your breath. I don’t care, because sex sells and that’s a fact.
District of Chit: part eleven/twelve & the aftermath
So this concludes our little experiment here on errordactyl (sorry Maipeisu). I had to rap the photo shoot up in time to go meet a friend and get to the video store before it closed. Plus, I’m not really sure I could drink a whole lot more than 12 shots in an hour-and-a-half anyway. Also, I decided that I wasn’t getting drunk enough fast enough, so I doubled up on the shots for the last outfit here. Talk about the straw that broke the camel’s back. Ooph. I forgot these things take a little time to set in, at least my Hollywood Video experience was fun though.
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