The Crazed Side

Ah, Aqua Teen Hunger Force.......uh......Yeah, no fucking clue how to review a show like this.........Anyways, let’s begin!

So, Aqua Teen Hunger Force is about 3 talking food items that go on some weird, fucked up and surreal adventures. For the main characters, you got Frylock [French fry guy], the genius scientist with interesting gadgets that can shoot lasers out of his eyes. Next up is Master Shake, the fucking asshole that can go fuck himself with a scythe made from children's tears. Last, you got Meatwad, the little dude who is apparently 40 years old on the show but acts like a 5 years old. Oh, and sometimes he transforms into stuff.  

Shake and Meatwad constantly piss off their fat fuck of a neighbor named Carl. who’s the ass with the most sass....k, that...that was cringy. I apologize to basically everyone who happens to be reading this.

This show has some of the strangest moments of randomness ever that can make you both laugh your dick and balls off and at the same time make you say, "what the fucking shit is going on??" These guys end up meeting retarded aliens that don’t know how to clone correctly, 8 bit space invader rip-offs, a fucked up talking bus and other weird ass shit. Good shit, y’all.

For the actual plot of the episodes, I have no idea what to say. You never really know what you’re gonna get. It's like a box of candy, except when you open the candy it turns out they’re all explosives that blow your head off and devour your corpse...and then, you like turn into a zombie ghost and eat everyone....so, yeah.....that’s my metaphor for....you know the plot of the episodes.......Y’all see what I’m saying?.......Fuck, I'm saying it’s random, ok? Jeeeez.

Hello, the fancy gentlemen is here to give you some amazing tips! Prepare your anus! [And yes my feet are hands, shut the fuck up, we all have our deformities, OK?]

So, you want to learn how to be an SJW, do you? Well, let the master of masters tell you how to do such an amazing thing! First things first...you need to be a fucking dip shit. if you are not a dip shit then you will need to remove your brain...

 ...Done? ‘Great, then let's get started!

Now, social justice warriors get offended by every single thing. Your grandma call you pretty or handsome? Get offended! She’s obviously trying to oppress you with her superficial beliefs on what beauty is, that dumb bitch! Eliminate her immediately. By eliminate, I mean call her an oppressor and get into an argument with her that doesn't make sense. Also, shoot her in the face. It's empowering. :D

Next, social justice warriors typically have a website they use frequently to complain and rant about random bullshit. Live journal or Tumblr will do just fine. You need to make friends with other SJWs on these sites so that when you get into an argument with a real human bean, your friends will attack the person like a couple of complete jerk offs.

You will also need to join a type of SJW group. To find out which group you belong in, just think, are you a feminazi, are you a white knight, are you a 10 year old with bad grammar, or are you just a wet blanket? 

NOW THIS ONE IS VERY IMPORTANT SO I’M PUTTING IT IN CAPS CUZ IT’S THAT IMPORTANT THAT YOU NEED TO READ IT ALL IN CAPS, OK? PLEASE DO NOT GET TRIGGERED, OK? OK!!!!!! IN ANY ARGUMENT, YOU MUST ONLY SAY THINGS LIKE, “I’M OFFENDED”, OR, “I’M TRIGGERED OR, “FUCK YOU., YOU DUMB DUMPSTER BABY, NO ONE LIKES YOU, HOE ASS BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKER!!! I SUCKED YO DADDY’S DICK!!!” YOU NEED YOUR REBUTTALS TO BE AS HORRIBLE AND AS POINTLESS AS POSSIBLE! DO NOT USE YOUR BRAIN...NOT THAT YOU HAVE ONE, OF COURSE. :3

And lastly...and this is the most important of all important delicious tips on being an SJW, remember to be something big and famous  in the public eye, like a newswoman or a transgender celeb or even a politican works. You want the world to know that you're easily offended. 

Hello, Cloud Voidus here. Man, you look around at society, at the many faces, and you know what I see? A bunch of fucking potatoes everywhere. Society teaches us to be a bunch of butter-less, bland potatoes, you know what I mean? Fuck that, I'm gonna be a god damn chicken nugget with Pegasus wings and I'm gonna fly around, shitting out Weegees out of my ass. DON’T BE A POTATO. BE DIFFERENT! DON’T LIKE BEING A POTATO, THEN DON’T BE ONE, YOU FUCKING COCK LICKING, BALL MUNCHING MOTHERFUCKERS! GET THOSE DIRTY BALLS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND THINK FOR YOURSELF!

Life only comes once and when it comes, it comes right on your face. Do you want that? I don't want that. That’s nasty...Just life's bodily fluid hitting yo face, like ew, I ain’t no hoe. I ain't no fucking hoe!

Create a life that you want. You want to be Santa's little fuck buddy, you be his fuck buddy. You work at it. You earn that shit. You wanna licky licky the nipples, well, ain’t no one gonna stop you from putting those hairy nips in your mouth. Sure, they'll say you can’t do it, that it’s impossible, but that ain't true! Mankind flown to the moon, flown up in the skies and designed dildos for your ass and you think you can’t do what you want to? Naw, you're confused. You can do it. 

Wheh I was younger I wanted to grab yo mom by her pussy. I wanted to become the ultimate pussy grabber. That’s right. Everyone told me I couldn’t do such a thing. They said her vagina was microscopic, Like, how the fuck are you gonna fucking fuck the shit out a mother fucker that ain;t got a normal -sized pussy? So, I became a scientist, thinking up new ways to fuck your mom, It took countless years and many failures. Hell, most scientists looked at me weird. I mean, how could I do this? Then I figured it out...You remember that movie Honey I Shrunk The Kids? Well, now meet the real life sequel, Honey I Shrunk My Dick and when I shrunk it, I fucked yo momma every day for 35 years! I did my life goal. You can, too!

After a decade [or more] of horrible, ungodly silence, Samurai Jack, the fuckin’ badass white-robed dude that knows how to tear bitches wide open up with his almighty sword [giggity], has finally returned to face Aku, the shape-shifting master of evil, who now has a Russian accent for some reason. [JK JK, no need to kill me for that comment, we all know why Aku sounds different, OK? R.I.P. Mako.] This season has been really promising so far.

So far this season has amazing looking art, an awesome soundtrack as always, an intense and much, much darker plot and the same dramatic ass-munching-face-fartingly-sweet action we all know Genndy best for. Also, it’s crazy, like this one nutty, scatting robot guy in the series says the word penis like WHOOOOOAAAAAA SOOOOOOO CRAZZZZYYYYYYYYYY, BBRRROOOOOOO!!!! Seriously though, why is everyone freaking out over that line? It’s not that big a deal. I mean it was funny but sheesh,  calm down, you fucking queef sniffers.

50 years have passed by and Jack is now a depressed and very hairy lumberjack looking mother fucker [Who has not aged that entire 50 years due to...ehm something about time portals messing with age or something...and.. you know....cuz it’s fiction so, don’t worry about it, dawg.] who pretty much has given up on ever going back in time. Oh, and he lost his sword, so he’s basically fucked if Aku ever finds that out. In fact, this whole season is mostly about Jack getting fucked over until the point that he actually attempts to kill himself, seppuku style, mother fucker. This season does not fuck around, mother fuckers.

Most of it I really honestly enjoyed, but a few things do bother me, like for example, Ashi, one of the Aku’s daughters, turning good. Like I love the idea of it, but it feels very rushed [which really couldn't be helped because there were only 10 episodes to work with, so, oh well I guess.] and another thing she was trained her whole life to get ready to kill jack and she was very abused along the way, like, you can’t just turn good that easily. What she has been through would seriously mess her up. This woman would be a very screwed up, nervous, sociopathic mother fucker who would have a hard ass time adapting to society. Also, that idea of putting that romance between her and Jack in the story cringes me out. But, I suppose that’s more a matter of personal preference. Though, I’m glad the romance part is in there since that went into a nice little  “Oh, HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” moment at the end of episode 9. How did I not see that one coming by the way? Damn, I’m slow. Jeez.

My only other complaint is that we didnt get to see much of the Scotsman in this season, though I have a feeling we’re getting to see a lot of him and his EXTRA THICC daughters in the final episode. Fuck yeah!

Overall, I really enjoyed this new season and I’m glad to see one of my favorite series from my childhood finally get the conclusion it deserves. Hope you assfaces enjoyed this quick review, See ya later.

Oy, fuckheads. How are ya? JD here.

You know what I really, really despise? Social anxiety. Like, let me try to describe the feeling of being completely socially awkward: it's like getting kicked in the nuts by a god damn kangaroo, which causes you to lose your balance and fall off a million foot cliff, where you fall right smack dab into a giant shark pit. But, FUCKING HOLY SHIT those aren't just regular sharks!! They're sharks with friggin lasers attached to their heads. Yeah, that’s right, Austin Powers style, mother fucker! They start to zap the living shit out of you, while a donkey stands over you and has explosive diarrhea all over your face hole [Oh, and did I forget to mention that the diarrhea is made of lava? Yeah, it’s gonna hurt, mother fucker!]. So, at that point, you're already a gross ass mess. But, no you're not done yet, because fuckin’ Dracula comes out of nowhere and he's all like, “Bleh, bleh, bleh! Let me suck your dick using my pointy ass teeth!" So, he does that [in the most horrifyingly bloody way he can] and now you're a vampire that has to go around sucking floppy wieners every day or else you'll die and, oh boy,  if you die, you go to hell where satan shoves a pineapple up your ass flap for eternity. You’re fucked either way. That right there is what social anxiety feels like: it’s a volcano-diarrhea-kick-to-the-dick kinda mess. Imagine that shit every single day and every time you step outside. Yeah, fun, right? Yeah, enjoy it, bitch.

In all honesty, it is a horrible feeling. Being socially anxious is basically feeling like something bad is gonna happen to you every time you go outside your house. You look at people around you and instead of just feeling OK with yourself, you feel uncomfortable in your own skin and you think stupid, irrational shit like, Am I doing something wrong? Are there creeped out by me? The fuck is that lady staring at me for? Do I look like a weirdo or does she want sum fuck, bebe? Is my zipper down maybe? should I zip it up? Naw I'll keep it down. 

The other thing I hate about anxiety is meeting someone for the first time. The first impression counts, right? Yeah, well, that makes it so much worse when you're like me, where you seem like an emotionless, nervous ass-face. Yeah, that doesn't help the 1st impression at all. You know, that's another thing, whenever socially anxious people like me don't talk to people, it’s like everyone assumes we’re all some snobby assholes that think they're better than everyone else. Sure, some will just think you're quiet, WHICH IS WHAT THEY SHOULD FUCKING THINK, but, for others, it’s like they assume you’re an asshole. What the hell, man?

Solving this social anxiety issue should be easy, right? Oh, you just talk to people, huh? Sure, for some people that's easy. Me personally, it's a bit harder and less obvious than that. You see, I used to move from town to town to town when I was younger. Not much time for friends, not much time to socialize and no time to build up lasting friendships. It left a very big scar for a long damn time. I started to think I was a weirdo. A creep. I didn't show emotions much back then, so, hence, people were uncomfortable being near me. I heard people in class talking about me, while I sat alone in class. I was too scared to talk to anyone and I was an outcast. A loner. Not the movie type loners, like those fucking bad ass mother fuckers. No, just a sad, lone kid sitting by himself throughout my school years. People say it's easy. In reality, they don't have a fuckin clue what it's like...

At the same time, I also love social anxiety for a few interesting reasons. I have something other people don't. Solitude. For those years I had silence. I could think for myself and with that, the best thing happened. I realized we can do anything we want to. I realized the mind truly is limitless. I promised myself I'd do things most people are too lazy to do...I started to improve myself as a person... I found my callings in life. I got my confidence and self-esteem back. I also started meditating, which started to silence all that bullshit I thought I was. I started to become a better human being.

One day, my anxiety will be completely gone and I will be free, But, I'm actually happy that I had it. It both did the worst and best things of my life.For that, I am grateful to have it, but it’s time it goes away... 

Quick review: This comic fucking snorts tangy crusty corporate asshole juice through a straw. True story. :D

Long review: Oh, what? You’re still reading this review? Seriously? Damn, you must be one bored mother fucker. Well, fine then. Guess I just gotta review it now. You damned assmonkeys..making me write and shit.

So, this, my good friends...is a Gameboy comic. Yeah, you all know what Gameboy is, right? Course you do, you friggin’ nerds! ;D

It's that wee little gray, bulky gaming thing that ate up all your batteries while you played some bad ass games on it, like Super Mario land and it’s sequel:

So, can the comic possibly live up to the godly thing that is the Game Boy? Nope. Not at all...Alright, let’s begin this shitty waste of a review.

                           The story begins, mother fuckers... 

This asstastic tall tale begins with some man named Herman and...well, he's a fucking asshole, m8!  A hobo asks him for some spare change and the first thing Herman says to him is, "Beggars should be shot”. Yeah, nice one, dude. You're a real charmer, ain't ya? 

We see him go off to his job at the mall, where it's revealed that he stole a Game Boy from his work because he thinks he isn't paid enough. Like wow, go suck a fat dick, Herman, you self-righteous piece of cunt fuck.

Then we meet two dweebs: the first is Josh, the stereotypical cool kid with sunglasses who's looking for some "excellent babes" and the other dude is Rick and he is...man, I dunno...he plays game boy or something, There’s really not much to him TBH. 

They both venture off to a mall to find some Game Boy game and then BA-BOOOOOOM!

Fucking chaos! An explosion of creatures comes out of Herman's Gameboy! Herman gets tied the fuck up. I mean, he's probably shitting in his diaper. I would be, too cuz nearby is a god damn horde of minions run by the big, bad antagonist of Super Mario Land...

...Tatanga! Apparently, he and his minions came out of Herman's Gameboy using Tatanga's psychic probes. Yeah, that’s a thing apparently.

After that, Rick and Josh witness these mother fuckers taking over the mall and shit. 

All the sudden, Rick is like, "BRO. WHAT IF WE COULD GET MARIO TO COME TO OUR WORLD THROUGH THE GAME BOY??" Josh looks at him like he’s on some fucking acid. Then, Rick is all like trying to summon Mario and shit. What kind of weed is this kid smoking? Damn! Let me try some of that shit!

And somehow, Like a penis coming out of your mom's big ass cunt for the last time, Mario leaps out of Rick's Game Boy. 

They all go to fight Tatanga and his minions. That’s where shit really hits the fan and that’s also where I’m done explaining this plot. Like, jeez, just read the damn comic at this point...

                                             Conclusion...

So, it's a fun little comic. The art is pretty good, though it's kinda weird seeing realistic people along with cartoony characters like Mario. To be honest, it doesn't go well together at all. Yeah, you know what? Fuck it. The art is fucking horrible! My hairy asshole makes better art when I’m taking a shit! That’s a fact right there, mother fuckers.

Overall, it wasn't the best story ever, but it was still entertaining. Think of it like one of those simplistic summer blockbuster movies: no real plot, mostly action and some little quirky and fun dialogue here and there and that sums it all up. Don't expect much from the comic, Like a reviewer of this comic on amazon once said, "it's so bad, it's good." and that about sums it up, guys.

                                     Before I go, one thing that bothered me is the fact that the comic is called Gameboy...so, where the fuck are all the other game boy characters like Donkey kong? I only see Mario land. Why not just call this the Mario Land comic then? Or the Gameboy: Mario Land comic? Geez. that's just false advertising man.

So, you've recently noticed that the government is just a bunch of lying’ bitch queefs and that the Illuminati is secretly fucking America right in its tight little ass flap. Well then! There's only thing to do. Get your tinfoil hat on, boi, because it's time to learn how to be a conspiracy theorist! Let's get started, shall we? :-)

First off, you need to be very paranoid about everything around you. No, seriously. QUESTION EVERY. SINGLE. THING. Example: a cricket look at you funny? Well, that deuce bag is obviously working for the Illuminati then! In fact, this must mean all insects work for the Illuminati overlord! =O FUCKING HOLY SHIT! Those fucking bastards have betrayed us and they must suffer! Make them all pay by writing very pathetic blogs (or creating cringy videos) about them with delicious clickbait titles. YUM, FAGGOT. 

Now, you need a youtube channel with a badass name. Without youtube, you’ll never become famous for your amazingly unresearched conspiracy theories. Choose any name you’d like. [HINT: If you’re too stupid to think up a simple name, I’d recommend something like "tinfoil hat man" or "lonely piece of shit Illuminati debunker" or even better yet "I'm a 45-year-old neckbeard virgin still living with my mother”. You know...anything like that. doesn't matter as long as it’s eye-catching.]

Make many, many daily and very unprofessional videos about the strange things that make you paranoid. [do not do any research for the theory. Just improv it, man.] You'll want to sound as shaky and as crazy as possible and look your absolute worse so that the internet can make fun of you- ahem, I mean wholeheartedly agree with you of course. =)

BTW, when some asshat tries to calmly debate with you, call them an idiot and refuse to believe anything they say. Just like most social justice warriors, you’ll want to go against logic. Logic is not your friend. logic is the Illuminati....Hell, everything is Illuminati...even me.EVEN YOU. :OOOOOOOO Naw, JK.