Too bad for Jesus
that his birthday and Christmas
were on the same day.



On eBay, you can
lose the world and gain a bunch
of stuff you don't need.



Obama: hot like
Lincoln, smart like JFK.
Scratch that. Reverse it.



If I'm a slutty
slut for Halloween, does it
cancel itself out?



Each ride on the bus,
more and more reasons not to
start a crack habit.



Some things that should need
proof of age to buy: booze, porn
and red Solo cups.



I'm only passive-
aggressive because I'm too
small to kick your ass.



No, really, that dress
looks great. Maybe your blind date's
actually blind.



Because December
is too cold for a party.
What are you, crazy?



Thousands surround me,
but I'm alone. Blackberry,
you're my only friend.



So sorry to hear
about your breakup. What are
you doing Friday?



No more white after
Labor Day? So much for my
Strom Thurmond costume.



The humble rat tail:
Proof that God has a sense of
humor, and it's sick.



Candy is dandy
but liquor is better at
getting you fucked up.



Internet is down!
Looks like we just got kicked back
into the Stone Age.



The Bible says it's
wrong to be gay, but slaves are
cool. Sounds right to me.



It's okay to make
mistakes, as long as no one
was counting on you.



The common cold: well
enough to go to work, sick
enough to hate life.



Lovely Harvard Square.
History. Culture. Hobos.
Can you spare some change?



Don't ask if a girl's
pregnant unless you might have
gotten her that way.



Rush Limbaugh, you make
so much sense to me when I'm
on Oxycontin!



A drop in the sea:
Your reusable bags won't
save the rain forest.



With haiku, you can
say a lot in just a few
words. Dickens, take note.



Every morning, the
people are called to worship:
Dunkin' Donuts run.



There's no place like home.
Similarly, there is no
place like Aruba.


The greatest revolt
in recorded history.
Let's blow some shit up.

Snuggie, the blanket
with sleeves: the easiest way
to lose twenty bucks.



"Bat Boy tracks down bin
Laden!" Who says print news has
become obsolete?



If this were golf, you'd
be winning. But it's not; your
low score means you suck.



I am convinced your
screaming child is hard proof
that Satan exists.

It is well-known that there are not nearly enough niche blogs on the internet, and in an attempt to remedy that deficit I present Snarky Haikus. New haikus will be posted on Tuesdays and Fridays (or more, if I feel like it). Here's a haiku to get us started:

Traditionally,
haikus are about nature.
Or exposition.