Welcome to The Chuckler, a place where the internet's absurd, ridiculous, and irreverent gather for a good old-fashioned laugh. Have a look around, friend, and prepare to be titillated.
First things first, we’re no longer Vulture Droppings. From now on, we’re only going to answer to The Chuckler. (Please, NY Mag, don’t steal this name too.) We got a bunch of new features to go along with our name change.
- Comments. Yes, now you can leave snarky remarks to your heart’s desire.
- Like and Dislike. With a swift click of the mouse, you can vote whether a post is worthy or not.
- Condensed View. Hate the bulkiness of images and body text? Switch to this view and just read the headlines.
- And many little things that you’ll get bored reading about!
Out of all our changes, you know which one we like most?
WE NO LONGER SHARE INITIALS WITH “VENEREAL DISEASE!”
As with any major change, we’re expecting to hit a few bumps along the way. Please bear with us while we work all the kinks out, and if you encounter any problems, please let us know.
If you woke up this morning wondering what the Louisiana State House of Representative has been up to lately, you’ll be happy to know that they’ve been keeping busy singing inappropriate songs about Halle Berry.
You know what’s scarier than finding a bear in your backyard? Finding a douchebag hiding behind a cardboard bear in your backyard.
This has got to be the saddest reenactment we have ever seen (and we’ve watched our share of E! True Hollywood Story). Keep up the horrible work, Cleveland!
He goes by the name Dr. Breeze, and it’s easy to see why. Just listen to “Because of the Brave” and tell us you don’t feel like you’re driving a Mustang convertible down an empty winding road. To say that Dr. Breeze is smooth is a sheer understatement. Relaxing and patriotic, this song is perfect for a 4th of July cookout. Keep it on repeat all day, you’re not going to get tired of it. And thanks to the blue screen expertise of Phil Thomas Katt, the video is a doozy.
As great as Dr. Breeze is, we would also like to acknowledge his backup singers, particularly the enthusiastic young man in the black t-shirt. Your intensity and energetic hand gestures ring every bit as loud as the freedom you proudly sing of. Great job!
Before you pay for that tie this Father’s Day, answer this question: Can Dad pee in it?
If he can’t, you’re wasting your mulah. Listen, Dad’s not getting any younger, and the older he gets, the more he’ll have to pee every five seconds and the more he’ll appreciate the mind-blowingly dull sport of golf. Show Dad how much you love him by getting him a gift that says, “I understand the changes you’re going through and they’re nothing to be ashamed of.” Get him a golf club he can pee into.
Clearly, the UroClub’s best feature is the little green towel that covers your junk. With that handy rectangular piece of cotton fabric, you go from “degenerate urinating in golf course” to “classy golfer checking out his clubs while standing strangely still.”
Poor Shawn Johnson. The 17-year-old gold medalist and Dancing with the Stars champion had to be put to sleep today after breaking her leg.
After doctors informed her parents, Doug and Teri Johnson, that she would never be able to compete professionally again, they made the tough decision to put her out of her misery with a quick shot to the back of her head.
The Onion has an exclusive interview with Doug and Teri Johnson.
