Archive for August 2007
2 Armed Skulls vs. Two Headed Snakes
I found this picture the other day of a two headed snake. It appears that this is a pretty common anomaly, so in proper Fire Retard Ant fashion we are taking a poll.
Who do you think would win in a fight; a 2 headed snake or a 2 armed skull?
Please send your choice to fireretardants@gmail.com
Toothache and Pinched Nerve
To be headed anywhere
You’ll need a hook or catch
To bring in
and later pacify those that defend your genius.
-FRT2
Get Your FIRE RETARD ANTS Memorabilia
The Fire Retard Ants have been asked to donate to this year’s SOIL auction to be held at Greg Kucera’s Gallery. We are happy to help SOIL find some money in the deep pockets of the Seattle art collectors, but it is also a chance for one lucky person to take advantage of this unique moment in time and take home a little piece of the FIRE RETARD ANTS.
Two Armed Skulls are on the Way!!!
A special thanks to those of you who send us your images of two armed skulls. We are currently in the selection process to decide which two armed skulls will be featured in our site. In addition we are trying to decide if one of the winners of the two armed skull drawing contest should be featured as the header image of FIRE RETARD ANTS THE BLOG.
FRT1
unscanned images of your skull
Pinot Noir will rock your unskulled two arm skull. It’s funny we are starting a two armed skull drawing contest, but are too inebriated to post rockin’ ass shit. If you want fireretardant face to face conversation, I recommend you rock yourself daily like a hurricane. thanks for listening- frt2
the monster in the closet tried to rape me
when i was 9 i learned about “bad touch” that night the monster in my closet tried to stick something in my ass. my parents didn’t believe me, but maybe the courts will.
In Case You Have Nothing to Do
I was thinking of a suggestion for anyone who had nothing to do today. But the only thing I could think of was when I was a kid and I had nothing to do I would burn baseball cards in my room until my parents would call the fire department, and tell them that they thought that there was an electrical fire.
It was always really scary when the fire department would come in their big trucks, and then all those big fire people would come into my room and start sniffing around. I was always amazed that none of them ever looked in the trash can.
My advice to those of you who are bored today is to light your baseball card collection on fire. (If anything happens I want to remind you that I am in no way responsible for your retarded actions)
