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“Lacks Subtlety”
From The Illustrated Winespeak: Ronald Searle’s Wicked World of Winetasting, a collection of caricatures “satirising the jargon of the would-be wine connoisseur.” Via BibliOdyssey.

“Lacks Subtlety”

From The Illustrated Winespeak: Ronald Searle’s Wicked World of Winetasting, a collection of caricatures “satirising the jargon of the would-be wine connoisseur.” Via BibliOdyssey.


Distributed by Steve Martin. Via BuzzFeed, courtesy of A Patient Boy.

Distributed by Steve Martin. Via BuzzFeed, courtesy of A Patient Boy.


At least one way of measuring the freedom of any society is the amount of comedy that is permitted, and clearly a healthy society permits more satirical comment than a repressive, so that if comedy is to function in some way as a safety release then it must obviously deal with these taboo areas. This is part of the responsibility we accord our licensed jesters, that nothing be excused the searching light of comedy. If anything can survive the probe of humour it is clearly of value, and conversely all groups who claim immunity from laughter are claiming special privileges which should not be granted.
Eric Idle


Via bebelestrange (via msbojangles), by Jody Barton.

Via bebelestrange (via msbojangles), by Jody Barton.



In that situation, alienated from my normal surroundings, I realized that the outer surface of what I thought was my unique, individual identity was just a set of routines. We all have an essential self, but if you spend every day chopping up meat on a slab, and selling it by the pound, soon you’ll find you’ve become a butcher. And if you don’t want to become a butcher (and why would you?), you’re going to have to cut right through to the bare bones of your own character in the hope of finding out who you really are. Which bloody hurts.
Russell Brand

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“A Lesson in Logic” from The Album of the Soundtrack of the Trailer of the Film of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.


Blackmail screen test in which a young Alfred Hitchcock makes Anny Ondra blush (surely she blushed) with his sexual innuendo. Via Bright Lights After Dark.


Dammit I’m Mad

[A 224-word palindrome poem]

Dammit I’m mad.

Evil is a deed as I live.

God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.

To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.

Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?

Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.

I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.

Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,

In my halo of a mired rum tin.

I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.

Is evil in a clam? In a trap?

No. It is open. On it I was stuck.

Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.

Be still if I fill its ebb.

Ew, a spider… eh?

We sleep. Oh no!

Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.

Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.

Both, one… my names are in it.

Murder? I’m a fool.

A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,

A Goddam level I lived at.

On mail let it in. I’m it.

Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!

A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.

Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:

“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”

Evil is a deed as I live.

Dammit I’m mad.

By Demetri Martin

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The Republicans looked to find the future and they found radio.
Bill Maher on Rush Limbaugh

People tell me I’m white, and I believe them, because I dance with my thumbs out.

Stephen Colbert

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