IF THESE DOGS COULD TALK

July is Talking Dogs Month at EIT, and I can't help but celebrate a little bit early. Enjoy...
Obviously, thanks to the geniuses at Future Schlock for the anti-drug bit.

HAS ANYTHING CHANGED?

Just in case anyone thinks I, Ghoul Skool, cannot also be terrible, well... Take a look at this...


I am no better than anyone.

LITTLE RICHIE FLIPS HIS LID!

Making fun of Richard Simmons is sort of like complaining about Bush. They're both completely insane, and anything you say about either if them ends with your friend going 'Yeah, no doi.' But after all is said and done, you can't wait to see either of those koo-koo birds screw up. So, until Bush goes down with a bang, here's this!

TAP! TAP! TAP!

SO LONG, BO

It's a little late, but this one goes out to the late, great Bo Diddley. We forgive you, sir.

THE COMMODORE SAYS GOODBYE

I just thought I'd let all you lil EIT-ers out there in Terrible Land know that I am going to be taking a month long vacation from our crappy little blog. I'm having brain surgery. Here's a few more bad 80's commercials for the road.

CRANK DAT TAPPERCISE (TELL EM)

What a weekend.

MATH GETS YOU LAID

It's True. Math gets you the love and affection of second rate pop-stars. Does anyone know the quadratic formula of my boner? Hello!

ME & MY CREEPY LITTLE SHADOWS

Phil Donahue dances the night away with a gang of Mini Donahue-Bots created specifically for his pleasure.

AH, SO

This one's for you, Commodore....