Early Christmas Present from Carbon Dreadlow
We revamped, added awesome new contributers, and cut the dead wood, The Wand of Wonder 2.0 (WoW 2.0) is a multi contributor freeform blog. Contributers range of different personalities, political leanings, ethinicities, and religious ideals. Like a Wand of Wonder, you never know what will come out. If you don't know what a wand of wonder is, well that's what Google is for.
No way

Labels: Malach, Movie Reviews, Sex and the City
Another complaint about Rick Torres and Empire Hyundai in the comments section. Bears reprinting.
I just wet myself
I am going to go masturbate now
I am Malach, and that was SERIOUSLY on Balls.
Labels: Malach, movies, on balls, The Watchmen
Dear Sir,

Labels: Street Fighter, Zangief
It's Christopher Morris here with a consumer complaint. I would ask that you post this on your blogs or send via email, even though it is a local issue.

Labels: brain tumor, breaking news, ted kennedy
Labels: Cap'n Flak Paperpants, on balls, snake eyes
Zangief thinks you should, too.Labels: Angry Piper, Shameless Self-Promotion, Zangief
I AM IRON MAN!
Labels: Iron Man, Malach, Movie Reviews
Motorcycles, scooters and mopeds are leaving lots at an increased pace, with warmer months and surging gas costs expected to keep the trend alive in the near future.
“Plus, let’s not forget that scooters are wicked awesome. If you want to look totally cool and environmentally conscience on the road, these sweet babies are the way to go. Seriously,” said scooter owner / driver Captain Flak Paperpants of Maynard, MA, who drives a 2007 Piaggio Fly-50 known as “The Pork Chop Express.”Labels: Cap'n Flak Paperpants, on balls, scooters, trendsetting
Labels: beam me up, images, on balls, Star Trek
impatient man is coming to your town and will dazzle your entire family with his lack of ettiquete and youl be super impressed at how quickly and slopily he does his work very quickly so that he can speed home and eat quickly so he can watch all his tivo shows on fast forward while checking email and porking some fatchick called beataputoonia while the marching band saves the world from flying mis sized sedans of foreign origin which cost too much and provide very little in the way of added security against market volatility and uv rays from the sun which crosses the sky only to set plunging us all into hated darkness and fitful sleep with the bad bad boogie dreams of a bright tomorrow when we'll all eat astronaut food in floating cars.
This is what Amazing Office Battles COULD have been if I had kept going.
Labels: amazing office battles, Cap'n Flak Paperpants, on balls, Transformers, Videos
The federal government is sending each and every one of us a rebate check.
Hi. My name is Cap'n Flak Paperpants and I need your help.
Labels: Cap'n Flak Paperpants, office chairs, on balls, paypal donations


Being a demon means you have to deal with all sorts of people, but almost every one of my clients had a very good reason for striking a bargain with Satan and selling their soul into eternal torment, so I try not to be too judgmental. Besides, when you’re #1 on Dick Cheney’s speed dial like I am, having to talk with some of the other nutjobs who wander through occasionally almost seems like a vacation.
That’s not to say that the guy I call “Sammy” is a complete nutjob- let’s just say he’s really, really REALLY intense. So when Sammy called me this morning and said he needed to talk I was more than happy to click my hooves together and re-embody myself in- well, to be safe, I’d better not say exactly where. Sammy handed me a letter that appeared to have been typed on an old Smith Corona manual typewriter.
“I’d like you to deliver that to another one of your clients,” he told me, “Sorry about the typos”.
I glanced at the letter, which was addressed to Hillary Clinton. I shrugged.
“OK, I’m going to be seeing her this weekend anyway, she needs some ‘favors’ for next week’s primaries. Can I read it?”
Sammy smiled. “I’d like you to,” he said. “Just make sure it’s ok, as you say.”
I sat down, put on my reading glasses, and read it-
I stopped and looked up.
Dear Mrs. Clinton,
I have justredread that you have come out in support of Candidate McCain’s proposal to do away with the 18 cent Federal Gas Tax. As you know (because all American econimists say so) even though suspending this tax will only save the average American driver about ## $25 this summer, it will also cripple much-ndedneeded repairs on America’s roads and bridges, and it will make Americans drive more and make them even more dependint on Middle Eastern oil. Of course, every dollar that goes to Middle Eastern oil also goes to fund terrorist groups that are killing Americans in Iraq and elsewhere. For all these reasons, I was surpriseed that you would support such a proposal simply in order to win more votes.
Although your husband was a cockroach-eating infidel, I think you’re a real hottsie-tottsie, and you have my full support! I’m enclosing an Al Quaeda lapel in, and hope you’ll wear it proudly.I took the letter, stuffed it in my pocket, and wiped a little tear out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t help it, it’s so sweet when my clients can find common ground.
Your friend,
Osama bin Laden
Labels: State of Denial
Obama
Labels: Administration, Obama, The Election, You Suck