Comic Books For People Who Hate Comic Books: Transmetropolitan
Spider Jerusalem, a drug-addled gonzo journalist of the future is forced out of seclusion by his publishers. Armed only with his laptop, a pair of camera-glasses and a ray-gun called “the bowel disruptor” (which does pretty much what it sounds like) Jerusalem proceeds to rampage all over the dystopian city of the future, culminating in a battle of words with two corrupt presidents…
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The Dalai Lama Is Not Cool
Sure, the Dalai Lama is a being of infinite wisdom and compassion who is the living reincarnation of the Buddha. But does he get jokes? Hells no he doesn’t. Here he is being interviewed on the Australian “Today Show.” Anchor Karl Stefanovic starts telling the following joke to Mr. Lama — “So the Dalai Lama walks into a pizza shop…” he says. Cue a completely baffled reaction by the spiritual leader…
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Oliver has a MFA in fiction from a very expensive college, but has never published any fiction. He has written for ... 
Here’s Your Mash-Up Of Actors Playing Woody Allen’s Quasi-Fictional Stand-Ins
Here featured are characters from Woody Allen films, which are actually just, you know, Woody Allen, edited into screenplay dialogue. With it’s categories (“Stammering,” “Intellectual Profession,” “Highbrow Reference,” “Bon Mot,” etc.) FILMDRUNK – the website that ran the retrospective – is spot on. Good job dudes.
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The Dos And Don’ts Of Taking Drugs?
Andy Cohen is your God, genius, and savior. What will that cute little Jewish leprechaun come up with next?!? What’s better than watching a bunch of crazy people on the same drugs that you’re on, driving around in nice cars and fighting with each other?
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An Atheist Reflects On The Irony Of Saying “Jesus Christ” During Sexual Intercourse
I am descendant from apes, this is true, but I am nogorilla, and in that light I admit I am the descendant of religious folk but am no longer a believer. Religion is my coccyx bone, and the fact that its residual echoes choose to surface during moments of passion is something I have come—pardon the pun—to relish.
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