Tag Archive: karen

Hello, my name is Lincoln, and I hate women.

So today I came across this video: Have you noticed, whenever you can see the driver, it’s always a woman? Watch the last one too, you just KNOW that was a dude who did it. Awesome. So anyway, I show it to my male coworker, and we get to a discussion about how women are…

Missing The Target on Wubs

So this morning I go to the range to get my Beretta on and shoot up some paper, pretending the targets were the very things I loathe most in this world, such as terrorists, songs sung by Jessica Simpson, and broccoli. I do this every month since I’m part of a gun club that includes…

Lending A Hand

I was at my desk working checking my emails when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped 3 feet up in the air. “Ooo, I’m sorry Linkie!” It was Karen, looking very pretty, and very married as usual. “Oh hey, what’s up?” “I was wondering if you could run these names for…

I am now ARMED. God help us all.

Get Off My Lawn Demotivator

I finally got my pistol license! Of course they got my address wrong, and after they printed out and gave me another card with the correct info, I looked at it and said, “Dude, I pay $200 and you can’t even laminate this thing?” A shrug of the shoulders. Ah well, at least it’s legit….

Reality Bites

“Linc, Karen wants to see you.” Hmmm… she’s married, but maybe she finally came to her senses? Oh yeah, I can see it now: “Oh Linkie poo, I was so wrong about him!” She runs right into my arms for manly comfort. “He’s such an abusive, unfaithful, ugly loser, but I realize now that you…

Broken Wings of Love

“Linkie?” “Yeah, Karen?” Karen was a co-worker of mine who worked in our firearms division. I’ve had a thing for her ever since she started working here…that is, until she passed me up and married another co-worker last January. Of course. “Do you know what band sang the song with the line ‘broken wings’ in…

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