Good Evening, DUMBFUCK!

And never fewer than ten steps ahead of a DUMBFUCK.

You see folks, what’s really happening here is this:

I play a game called Mercilessly Mock The DUMBFUCK.

Turns out I’m pretty skilled at it.

DUMBFUCK also has some skill at this game; unfortunately, when DUMBFUCK plays at its full potential, it still loses, because the game is MERCILESSLY MOCK THE DUMBFUCK.

DUMBFUCK would like to play a different game, which it calls Pretty Please Somebody Give Me Krendler So I Can Salve My Butthurt.

It requires more than just one player, and since DUMBFUCK haz no friendz, DUMBFUCK is shit outta luck.

So before you all tuck yourselves in tonight, look in the mirror and make a big ol’ boo boo lip as a show of solidarity for a DUMBFUCK.  Like this:


Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man's Zombie

12 thoughts on “Good Evening, DUMBFUCK!”

  1. hahaha Oh, you're much too kind; or more likely, another shoe will drop - right on its deformed and diseased cranium.

    The single skill it possesses, if one can even call it a skill, is being a DUMBF**K. Clearly there is no conscious thought involved; more like a function of its autonomic nervous system - it DUMBF**Ks like it breathes. 😉

  2. At

    "This title has been retired and is no longer for sale."


  3. Forgive me Bill and Paul, but I'm told by legal experts in Wisconsin that you can write under anyone else's name and copy/paste their material so why not?

    1. That earns my Seal of Approval


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