Archive for the ‘Dumbasses’ Category

SUCKS TO BE the most inefficient thief of all time

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

dollar-and-change-by-xandertA Riverside County, California woman went on a robbery spree, holding up 11 different victims.

Her take? $6.

Yep, after emptying the pockets and purses of 11 gun-facing, pant-shitting victims, she walked away with enough ill-gotten gain to buy a Starbucks latte.

Ma’am. We know there’s a recession going on and people don’t have a lot of cash on hand. But certainly you can do better than this. So the next time you decide to pull out the sawed-off, don’t rob an unemployment line or a soup kitchen. People there don’t have much to give you. No matter how close you point that gun.

And if you’re thinking of yelling, “Hold ‘em up,” you might want to consider doing it to someone other than the fragrant gentleman wrapped in a newspaper in an alley. He’s a little cash-strapped too.

They say crime doesn’t pay. You certainly proved it.

Sucks to be the poorest thief in the world.

SUCKS TO BE buying crack with Monopoly money

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010
Drug dealers are stupid, but not this stupid.

Drug dealers are stupid, but not this stupid.

A Wichita, Kansas dope addict who was low on foo-foo dust and even lower on cash, decided to pay his dealer off in Monopoly money. You know, those little pink and yellow and blue pieces of paper that look nothing like money at all? Yeah, he tried to pass that off as legal tender.

Guess what a wad of Rich Uncle Pennybag’s cash buys you on the mean streets of Wichita? A head caving, that’s what.

The crackhead, upon issuing his payment in cute little 100’s, proceeded to get a beat down so severe it would make a Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robot cringe.

Memo to druggies: dealers don’t take kindly to pretend money. Nor, are they very interested in giving you a bag of blow in exchange for a metal thimble or tiny little iron. So if you want to get all jacked up on Beemers, rob a bank or something. It’s a lot less risky.

The bloodied suspect, when discovered by police, went directly to jail. He did not pass go. He did not collect $200.

SUCKS TO BE the dumbass that pays over $1,200 US for bottled ghosts

Friday, March 5th, 2010
Boo!

Boo!

A New Zealand man who claims two ghosts were removed from his house and are now captured in vials of holy water is selling the spirits on an internet auction website.

The seller, known as Melvin S on www.trademe.co.nz, says that until an exorcism was performed by a spiritualist, Casper and Slimer would terrorize him by switching lights on and off, scaring the dog and moving crap around the house.

He says the holy water he’s auctioning off used to be clear but now it’s blue because the spirits are inside. And he’s selling the bottles of bullshit…er…blue shit for approximately $1,200 US.

To the gullible rich imbecile who buys the bottled spirits, we hope they’re real. So real that they turn your house into a Hitchcock-esque paranoia-filled nightmare that never stops, scaring the bejeezus out of you so bad you never sleep. Because if you ever had any desire to get a wink of shuteye again, you would have had the common sense to buy a much cheaper bottled spirit. Which goes by the name of Jack Daniels.

SUCKS TO BE flying out of New York on Take Your Rugrat To Work Day

Thursday, March 4th, 2010

Air Show PreviewWe don’t have to tell you that New York City has a history of landing planes in places that aren’t runways. Just as Cap’n Sully and Osama bin Dickhead.

Which makes this story really perplexing. It seems that a couple weeks back, an air traffic controller at JFK Airport brought his little munchkin into the tower. And instead of setting him up in the corner with a DVD player and a copy of “Dora The Explorer,” he put him to work.

Yep, Dad let his mini-me kid guide the planes for takeoff.

Sucks to be screaming “FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!” as your stewardess hands you your complementary beverage and bag of peanuts.

Seriously, Dad. You have the presence of mind to manage 197 airplanes simultaneously, but you can’t manage to land the kid at the babysitters? Really. I know it’s all fun and games to have your little one at work with you. But at some point you have to quit being the cool father, and start being the AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER.

It’s a freaking miracle that your apprentice didn’t land those planes on the Chuck E. Cheese’s parking lot or the Toys ‘R’ Us roof.

So next time school is canceled, do us all a favor, and do your job. Because while kids in planes are annoying, kids guiding planes is just plain stupid.

SUCKS TO BE Ron Sterr, soon to be ex-principal of Litchfield Elementary

Friday, February 26th, 2010

Once upon a time, Principal Ron Sterr of Litchfield Elementary School in Arizona wrote a very funny letter as a joke. A joke that was supposed to be kept a secret. A joke that no-one other than his friends at work were supposed to know about. Then one day, someone who didn’t like Principal Sterr very much decided to be a big meanie and send the funny letter home to the school children’s parents, who didn’t find the letter very funny at all.

The lesson of this story, kids: Never pass a note that you don’t want everyone to see. Because now, instead of being the boss of Litchfield Elementary, Principal Sterr will be wearing a shirt with “Ron” stitched on it while digging SpongeBob toys out of the lavatory urinals.

The actual letter, which in our opinion, should earn Principal Sterr a huge promotion:

Principal Ron Sterr's letter...or more precisely, his resignation.

Principal Ron Sterr's letter...or more precisely, his resignation.

SUCKS TO BE Beth Andersland, recipient of the stinkiest Valentine card ever

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

Stinky LoveBruce Andersland’s heart may be in the right place. But his head is way up his ass. You see, this Valentine’s Day, instead of getting his wife of 37 years a nice box of chocolates or a dozen roses, he decided to make her a card…out of horseshit.

Yes, on Valentine’s morning, Beth was directed to her kitchen window, where she looked out and saw a half-mile-wide heart created from her hubby’s stockpile of horse manure.

Sucks to be married to the world’s most hopeless romantic.

Bruce, if you were hoping this little gesture of affection would get you a romp in the hay, you might get your wish. Except the hay you’ll be sleeping on will be out in the barn next to your mountain of crap.

And if you’re really serious about this whole wooing thing, you might want to watch a few episodes of The Bachelor to see how it’s all done. Chicks dig candlelit dinners and bubble baths with rose petals. And if you can’t swing that, at the very least you should fire up the John Deere and head to the Dollar Store for a greeting card.

Sure, the little poems inside might be a bunch of crap. But at least they don’t smell like it.

SUCKS TO BE worst English translator in world

Saturday, February 13th, 2010

Picture 3Picture 4Picture 5Thanks to oddee.com for the inspiration.

SUCKS TO BE the worst thank you note writer of all time

Friday, January 29th, 2010

Picture 1Ever heard of anyone writing a retraction to their thank you note? Now you have.

SUCKS TO BE pronounced dead by a Polack doctor

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

im_not_dead_yet_tshirt-p235785117202883141cfho_400Did you hear about the Polish Admiral who wanted to be buried at sea when he died?

Five sailors died digging his grave.

Badoom!

And speaking of Polish funerals, there’s the real-life, not-so-funny story of one Josef Guzy who collapsed at his home and was pronounced dead by the Polish rescue squad.

“There were no signs of life when his wife called the ambulance, said  Jerzy Wisniewski, a spokesman for the ambulance service. “An experienced doctor with a specialist qualification in resuscitation found that the patient was not breathing, there was no heartbeat and the body had cooled — all the characteristics of death.”

Expect for this minor detail: Mr. Guzy was actually alive.

Don’t know what they teach you at the Gdansk Medical School for Retards, but you should find out where the heart is before you can actually check for the heartbeat. Putting that stethoscope on the man’s balls ain’t gonna tell you much at all, Dr. Dumbasski.

As a result of the misdiagnosis, Mr. Guzy was strapped into a coffin and sent off to the funeral home for family and friends to say their final goodbyes.

Just minutes before Josef was to be sent off to feed the worms, the undertaker discovered that Mr. Guzy actually had a pulse.

Doctor’s confirmed the undertaker’s findings. And after several hours of researching the Polack Book of Medical Procedures, they decided to postpone the burial.

Badoom!

SUCKS TO BE robbers with nobody to rob

Thursday, January 21st, 2010
Where the f**k is everyone?

Where the f**k is everyone?

When a trio of ski-mask-wearing, gun-wielding thieves rode up on a Joliet, Illinois grocery store, they expected to scare the living cash out of pretty much everyone waiting in the Self-Scan lines.

Their evil plan was to go in, flash some firepower, and leave with bags of greenbacks, credit cards and $1 off coupons for Tide.

But what they found was 100,000 square feet of bupkus.

Not a single person was in the store. No customers. No stock boys. Not even a clerk they could hold at gun point until she gave up her change purse and the security code to the cash register.

Instead of hauling ass to a store that actually had customers with wallets, the three stooges, Sanjuan Reyes, 22, Jose Torres, 17, and a 16-year-old boy, hung out nearby and were eventually arrested by police.

Yep, the big time armed-robbers were hauled downtown for loitering.

Sucks to commit the crime of bad timing.