Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Alphabet Sentences

I've been trying to write sentences where each successive word starts with the next letter of the alphabet -- first word begins with A, second word begins with B, and so on.

Not easy.  Or intelligible!  But enjoy.

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Andy's balls can do excellent feats, granted he is just kidding---like, man, no ordinary person quests rigorously so; to ultimately verify, we're x-raying your zodiac.

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Able-bodied, crisp drawers, entangled feet, gigantic head, irregular jowls, lovable mandibles, noteworthy on principles, questionable regarding sexual travels, Ulysses Vanderbilt will x your z.

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Astronauts bounce, crater-driven, energized for gravity, hyped in jabberwocky kaleidoscopic language, making not ordinary people question, rather souls tied under very weary xerox-yearning zealots.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Nike Should Start Making Riot Gear




So...

"...police were called in late Thursday to break up a crowd that had gathered at the Florida Mall near Orlando in anticipation of the release of a new limited edition, glow-in-the-dark Nike shoe."

Glow-in-the-dark shoes.

"More than 100 officers in riot gear were needed to disperse several hundred people who law enforcement officials said became unruly as they waited for the $220 Nike Galaxy Air Foamposite Ones to go on sale."

100 officers in riot gear.  For glow-in-the-dark shoes.  That cost $220.

"But Gionvanni Mecado, a 14-year-old from Kissimmee, Florida, told the Orlando Sun-Sentinel he's not buying the cancellation [of the release] drama."

Well, guess what else you're not buying?  To review: 14-year-olds. 100 officers in riot gear.  Glow-in-the-dark shoes.  $220.

"In Seattle, cops used pepper spray to subdue what they said were unruly sneaker-heads."

USA! USA! USA!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Maybe There Was A Mix-Up With The Brawny Paper Towel Guy

Some awesome local news.  Ryan Braun has won his appeal after testing positive for steroids.  He will not be suspended.  We knew you never would, Braun!  Go, Brewers!

I am Muppet Andy McDonald?

Just FYI, my birthday is coming up...

The 10 Most Annoying Facebook Status Updates

Facebook isn't a "thing" anymore. It's so ingrained, it just is. Before the internet, if you didn't have a television, people automatically assumed you were weird. Now, if you don't have a Facebook page, you're either old, weird, or old and weird.

Still, there are times when I envy those old weirdos. They don't have to drudge through the mindless mundane goings-on.

I'm not completely innocent in all this. Even I have the occasional emo Facebook break down: "Wish somebody cared about me... guess I'll just get in my 'loner' car and drive to Lonelyville... right after I grab lunch at that new restaurant Table For One." You have to read that while making a pouty face and speaking in a lower register.

But I've compiled this very annoying list of status updates, in no particular order, that – admit it – cause many of us to roll our eyes.

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The "Food I Just Made/Ate Photo" Update
Maybe it's the wave of celebrity chefs and foodie culture that has swept the nation, but this isn't Saveur magazine. What is Saveur magazine?  Unless you're inviting us over to partake in the mastication of said food, nobody wants to see photos of it. If anything, you're just taunting us with your food. What if a homeless guy logged in to his Facebook page and saw that?  Don't you think he's already haunted enough by his subscription to Saveur magazine?! You and your food make me sick.


The "A Friend is Someone Who..." Update
This is one of my favorites. In an era when friendships have become inflated, yet balloon-thin, and drained of all substance by social networking, more and more people want to post updates about what true friends are. While the sentiment is not necessarily wrong, when you bring up the subject so frequently, it sounds more like you're trying to convince yourself.

Just remember as you look over your thousands of friends, on Facebook, a friend is simply someone who clicks this button...




The "Gym" Update
Exercise is good. Staying healthy is good. You shouldn't be shy about that. But I would venture to guess if Americans spent in the gym the amount of time Americans spend talking about the gym on Facebook, America would be in much better shape. Instead, our obesity rates are the only thing getting up. If only running through the photo albums of people we think are hot had the same aerobic benefit as actual running.


The "Tanning" Update
Regular tanning is not at all good for you. There's a good chance you're going to get skin cancer. http://www.skincancer.org/skin-cancer-information/skin-cancer-facts


The "Bet You Won't Repost This!" Update
The message seems pretty innocuous. Something like, "Not everyone has a sibling who they can count on. If you have a sibling and love them then repost this. Unfortunately 99% of you don't have the guts to repost this!" Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't catch that, as I was too busy actually spending time with my sibling and not just making the claim with a pitiful 154 characters.  Get off your high horse.  I'll bet that horse spends more time with his equine siblings than you do.  And he doesn't go on Facebook clopping away at his keyboard about it.


The "Vegas" Update
On Facebook, without fail, there is always someone planning to go the Vegas, currently in Vegas, or sadly coming back from Vegas. "Only 34 more days until Vegas baby!" That's like a month. Aren't you doing anything else? Are you spending the next 34 days in a cryo-sleep chamber? Then there's the "In Vegas!" and picture from inside the hotel room. For Christ's sake, why are you taking pictures of a hotel room? Go outside! And finally, the obligatory "Back from Vegas... I wanna go back!! :(" Again, unless your everyday life consists of digging graves for the animals from those Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercials, cheer up. Maybe live life all the time, not just in Vegas once a year.  Will I look through your Vegas photos for the better part of an hour, yes, but I hardly think that's the point!


The "Why Can't I Find A Nice Guy?" Update
I'm not going to claim guys never post about this subject, but let's be honest, girls are more likely to complain about this on Facebook.  "Why can't I just meet a nice, normal guy?!" Well, you don't meet any nice guys because you don't want nice, and your standards aren't normal. Take it from me. I have the standards of a Chinese lead toy factory and it feels fantastic.

But really, nice guys are everywhere.  That guy who held the door open for you and smiled while you were listening to your ex berate you over the phone?  Nice guy.  That guy who picked up that book you were reading, How to Meet a Nice Guy, that fell out of your bag?  Nice guy.  That guy who shared his umbrella with you as you made your way into a lecture called "Settling for Mr. Perfect"?  Well, he was probably just trying to pick up chicks, but maybe he was nice, too!


The "Will Someone Bring Me (Food Item) to Work?" Update
No, get back to work.


The "Something Something With My Besties!" Update
This one is risky. Before you post this update, you better establish an agreement among besties involved that you are in fact in a bestie arrangement. Without any firm definition of a bestie, some non-besties may be under the false impression that they have in fact reached the rank of "Bestie," and true besties that are not with you at this moment whole may question the whole bestie relationship.

Also, who do you want to know that you have besties? Your besties? Or your non-besties?  Jerk.


The "Facebook Game Request" Update
Oh no, someone needs wrenches to fix the Gravitron and beat back relatives from impregnating their 13 year old daughter in Carny Life Adventure! Join up and give them wrenches!

Who would have thought you could somehow waste time while using Facebook, the ultimate time waster? "Well, enough wasting time, I've got profiles to stalk."


That reminds me, I have profiles to stalk.

Google Glasses, Which I'm Calling Gloogles

Google is reportedly working on a pair of glasses that would function as a computer.  The frames would feature a few buttons, motion sensors, the ability to record video, and 3 or 4G technology.  Information would appear on the lenses, I assume as a web browsing type setup.

Google Glasses, Which I'm Calling Gloogles

No, this won't wind up creeptacular in any way!

Friday, February 17, 2012

Mitt Romney's Dog: ROOF! ROOF! ROOF!


This video makes me smile.  Not like, watching from the bushes smile, but more like, "Thanks, you know what I HAVE lost weight" smile.

Five Jokes: Catchers Reporting to St. Petersburg... Err, I Mean, St. Peter

Rumor has it that the next iPad will include something that previous generations did not.  No, not 4G technology, but rather a protective coating that prevents the caked blood of oppressed Asian workers from bumming you out while you play Words With Friends.

GM posted it's highest profits ever this quarter, at $7.6 billion.  Upon hearing the news, Mitt Romney replied, "Nuh-uh!"

Hall of Fame catcher Gary Carter died this week at the age of 57.  Carter was thrilled to reach heaven since it had always been his dream to catch for God.  But rumor has it, he's all over the place.  WOMP womp.

On Friday, 574,000 bottles of grape-flavored infants' tylenol were recalled over problems with dosing.  A Johnson & Johnson subsidiary said they still have other versions of the fever reducer, including orange, strawberry, and late late late term abortion.

ESPN reported today that knuckleball pitcher Tim Wakefield will retire after 19 seasons.  Insiders say the Red Sox hoped for Wakefield to remain, but that he didn't like his new "Lin Wakefield" uniform.

High five.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Photo Booth Relationship Microcosm

Valentine's Day is over. The flowers now start to wilt. The unwanted chocolate truffle with the jelly center sits, waiting for its day in the garbage. And the photo booth photo strip will begin its new life on someone's refrigerator.

What's better than a photo booth when you're in the early stages of becoming crazy in love with someone? It has all the characteristics of a mini couple's retreat. You're secluded. The whole focus is the two of you. And chances are the guy will ask for a blowjob and be denied.

Four photos. That's usually all you get. Four photos to show your whole range of emotions as a couple. You're going to show this machine what's up, walk out of that booth and say, "That photo booth didn't know what a couple-madly-in-love was before we showed up and melted its machine eyes right out of its fucking machine kiosk carcass."

After seeing the photo booth sessions of so many couples, I'm come to the conclusion that 99% of them consist of a strip of these four types of photos (represented by the following drawings).



PHOTO #1
We start with a kiss. Just an innocent kiss. After all, that's how our relationship began. Well, that and a few months of Facebook stalking. There's a little apprehension here, because we just stepped into this. Everyone walks into a new photo booth like they never have before.

PHOTO #2
Now that we're comfortable, let's lick each other! Because we're madly in love and we don't care who knows it and that translates to licking each other! Even though getting physical may be our way of overcompensating for the lack of substance in the photo booth...

Damn, our love is uninhibited! The passion!

PHOTO #3
And now our crazy passion has turned just plain crazy. It's time for weird faces! The passion in our photo booth relationship has fizzled a bit, and in our boredom we've decided to conceive a few oddball faces. Crossed eyes and tongues out and ears pulled and noses pushed up and checks blown up! Your nose, my eyes, our ears---the excitement is back, baby!

PHOTO #4
But then the laughter dies down and the routine sets in. We get comfortable. Everything's fine. At least, that's what our smiles say. We're both smiling. But it's only a smile. We can't think of anything new to do, so we just smile, family portrait style.

Finally, after the indulging of innocence and passion and silliness and comfort turns to overindulging, we break from the photo booth. Amicably.

There will be other photo booths, but not like this one. Not like this one.

Friday, February 3, 2012

From DudeLOL.com: "Away With Your Penis!"

This is some guy's Star Wars collection and home setup.  It's pretty amazing.  But, as only an avid Star Wars fan, I finally realized what's missing from this guy's house...


A woman's vagina.

Though I'm sure he has a Great Pit of Carkoon and sarlacc playset to stand in.  I know... ew.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Wisconsin is Becoming the Set of 'Deliverance'

It's amazing to me. With this recent news story, WI Sisters Allegedly Sexually Assaulted High School Student With Pliers, I am amazed that my beloved home state of Wisconsin -- land of progressive thinking people, the quarterback friendly Green Bay Packers, and cheese curds -- is turning into a backwoods hillbilly habit-trail.


Two girls made a guy drink pee and then twisted his junk with some pliers because he refused to have sex with one of them.  And now, given the former information, it seems like his latter refusal was based on sound logic.

His genes were telling him, "Wait, no, this is the shallow end.  Let's swim over to the deep end, where girls use pliers for jobs they were designed for and girls understand that if urine was meant to be drank, it wouldn't try so hard to exit your body."

Our country is so ready to tackle Middle Eastern terrorist threats, to the extent that books you get at the library may be noted by authorities.  But I move that equal scrutiny be given to people who go to the library to check out any of the following...

  • The banjo sheet music to the film score of Deliverance 
  • Moonshine guides for kids
  • Hannah Montana: The Complete Series
  • Toby Keith-Away Those Gay Tendencies
  • How to Look Your Sexiest in Time for Family Reunion Season

I would argue that these people are the greatest danger to our national security.  They'll rot our country from the inside, like urine in your stomach, and twist our sense of who we are as a nation, like pliers on a penis.