I am!

Mr Dan Flaps!

Salad Fingers

Perchance to dream...

The Weedy Shack is a place to play and to dream. Come see for yourselves what delights lie within. Click HERE

Revelation in Flirty Peter's Wood

I was strolling along through Flirty Peter's Wood the other day, when - among the dappled sunlit beauty of it all - I had this thought - 'my life is shit, and I'm a cretin.' It took some time for me to adjust my being to the implications of this revelation. After that time, I decided to kill myself. Yes, clearly I failed, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this.

Running very fast into trees hurts, but it does not kill you.

Aldo Ciccolini - I. Lent

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Have you heard the one about...

Have you heard the one about... no, nor have I.

Anyway, this guy walks into a shop and asks for a packet of fags. The shopkeeper goes to get them; then, for no good reason, shoots him in the nuts. The man falls down screaming, shouting, moaning, groaning... eventually, he looks up at the shopkeeper and asks,
"Wodja do that for!"
And the shopkeeper, shrugging his shoulders replies,
"I did it cause this is a joke gone wrong, and my author is a twisted cunt."
Boom boom!

Up Front With The Weedy Shack

Pilgrims, strollers, stumblers, anons; mumblers, bumblers, fumblers, etceteras - we've been busy at the front of The Weedy Shack. Click HERE to take a look at what has been going on.