Funny Bitch Friday: Tender Nuggets

07/26/2013 · 2 comments

in Funny Bitch Friday

Wisdom is one of those things that is so mysterious. You can’t shove your wisdom into someone else, they have to be willing to take it.

Wait. No, that’s sort of rapey.

Wisdom is not inherent, it’s learned, and it’s something that so few people will understand.

Shit. That’s sort of racist, right?

Fuck it. Tender Nuggets is a blog full of funny wisdom and insight and a weird type of cuteness and you should read it. There’s not rape and racism.

Brushes with Death

Oh Here’s Something

Home Improvement

Phone-Shaped Hole

Turkey Nuggets

This Week’s Thursday Throwdown Whoodamus Is:
Colin P: Actual conversation I had with a ticketing agent while checking in: Me: “So what you’re telling me is that you don’t have a baggage transfer agreement with the airline for my connecting flight when I arrive in Las Vegas. And that I have to wait for my bag at the carousel and then go check back in, go back through security and then run the entire length of the airport to get on my connecting flight in an hour and the flight is already 20 minutes behind and this strikes you as something that can be accomplished?” Them: “Yes.” Me: “Have you been randomly drugged screened lately? Because if not that needs to happen…”
Way to go! This guy is super proud of you.


And here’s your bonus for having a terrifying and true story.


Mayor Gia July 26, 2013 at 6:58 am

Ahh I love Tender Nuggets now! Drawings and pictures and my favorite combo, but hers are too stinkin’ good!

Also there’s nothing funnier than when kids wipe out, so bravo on that gif.
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Bill G. August 9, 2013 at 9:24 pm

Here’s a tender nugget: When I’m in the locker room at the local exercise gym/swimming pool, don’t be-bop over and start talking to me. Especially when you’re a total stranger and completely naked. What the fuck?!?!

I’ve had to tell a few people, “Put on some goddamn clothes before you come over and talk to me.” I guess people think they’re having a contest that involves proving how casual and comfortable they are in the locker room. Guess what? I”M NOT. I don’t consider this a social situation. This ain’t fucking Joe’s Bar & Grill. To me, it’s a lot more like a visit to the doctor’s office. I want to get in and out as fast as possible, head down, and talking to NO ONE. If I’m having a terrific dandy day, I’ll TELL YOU. If I’m having a shitty day, why would you wanna hear about that? Don’t fucking ask me how I’m doing. I know, I’m an antisocial asshole. Go find another locker room buddy. Jesus H. Christ on a popsicle stick.

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