Speaking of bad puns, there really isn’t enough filler on the planet to satisfy this one.
xkcd #1680, ladies and gentlemen, by Randall Munroe. You’ll have to click to find out what else it does.
filler (material)
Two Bugs in an Office with a Severed Head
You know, this time we don’t get to blame Adam; the white-collar rank and file would not have these problems if they had collective bargaining rights.
On the upside, the old lady was already dead; it’s not like the li’l bugger went on a spree.
Which raises another point about spree violence: Economic security might help reduce the number of incidents. So would good mental health benefits.
No, I don’t really have a plan for accomplishing all that, but, hey, if Bernie Sanders can make it this far without studying his own platform, it seems worth mentioning.
Yeah, you know, maybe I should just stick with bad puns and perverse vapidity for filler.
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Image note: Detail of Bug Martini by Adam Huber, 4 May 2016.
Bug Stuff
It is true that a night without thinking about stuff would probably do a mind some good. So, of course stuff occurs, and the mind forgets about not thinking about stuff and then checks on stuff. And then suddenly there is stuff to do.
No, really, tell me to stuff it, but this is just filler and I ain’t stoppin’.
Except when I am.
Like, you know …
… now …
… now might be good.
Ah, fuck stuff it.
Oh! Well, fuckin’ great. Just fuckin’ great. Went and blew the joke. I mean, fuck, you know? It’s just supposed to be an easy, obnoxious fucking joke just like Adam does, and I go and stuff it all the fuck up.
God, why does this stuff always have to fuckin’ happen?
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Huber, Adam. “The Misadventures of Miss Construe”. Bug Martini. 5 June 2015.
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