In "I can't believe they actually printed that" news, a man pleads that his manly parts were too inept to accuse him of flashing. Now, there's a defense I've never heard…
AT LEAST there weren't pictures… But man, sometimes journalism is seriously going down the toilet.
There's something missing in the world, and I can pinpoint it: there's no Daily Show right now because of the writers' strike. I just wish these media moguls would ante up to the demands, because it's fair. And, it's just… fair. No more explanation needed.
Enjoy this clip where the writers have made sure to keep their craft while still ripping on the insanity of the moguls who can't just give in a few extra dollars.
As Amy Winehouse says, ‘They try to make me to go rehab, and I said, no, no, no.’ Apparently, the following fella went to rehab ‘down there in Alabamer’ [which clearly means he's not from the state, right?] and says that he will not do cocaine… however, he will drink that Tequila, and his girlfriend better watch out. This clip was TOO hilarious to not share.
Ahh, old videos, southern accents, and horrific senses of style… well, as Forrest Gump said, ‘they go together like peas and carrots.’
Thanks to my long-ago college friend, the Fisherman, here’s a fabulous video that can do nothing but make you laugh. And sometimes, you just need a laugh.
When I checked out YouTube, I discovered that black bears and hammocks seem to be a trend out in rural areas. Here’s a hilarious clip, not only because of the content, but also because of the voice-over, which just happens to be in Japanese.
Because, let’s face it. It’s always funny when someone falls out of a hammock, no matter what species.
Ahh, a hammock. I need to be in one and take a respite. The lake is calling…
In conclusions, bees… bears… battlestar galactica. I can’t wait for ‘The Office’ to start back up.
There are a few pics/screenshots that have made me incredibly happy this week (and for a few weeks, anyway).
Seriously, how can this not make you laugh. And now I’ll have trouble seeing them normal at any point in the future. This is now my point of reference.
Football season starts this Saturday, but I can’t say that I put a lot of faith into any coach that might wear this kind of hat to practice. Honestly, how can you respect that?
This week’s weather… The rain and cooler temps look fabulous to me, since I’ve almost died of heat stroke and the disappearance of rain for the past few months. Maybe this will decrease our drought level, to say the least.
Don’t freak out… but, you should know that for 2 1/2 hours tomorrow (Saturday, July 21), VP Dick Cheney will have ‘the power’ as stated by Constitutional precedent of the 25th Amendment, while President Bush is having a routine colonoscopy. Seriously, who makes one of those a routine? And, WTF, Dick Cheney will be the most powerful man in the world. It may only be 2 1/2 hours, but that is some scary stuff.
Tonight also opens up further scary hours for millions that will be in line for the new Harry Potter book. I’m not one of those… I’ve never read them or seen the movies. But, I can’t believe that there are actually grief counselors set up for tonight in the case that Harry Potter dies in this book. You’ve got to be kidding me. Grief counselors for a fictitious character? I believe the world has gone batty.
In the last of the scary news, one report in the WaPo shows that D.C. water is safe to drink from the tap, while another paper states that there are unsafe toxins in the water. Of course, the latter is easier for me to believe, especially in light of the fact that the Potomac River is home to male-reproducing fish.
Breaking news from Birmingham: Driving amid SUV soccer moms on the cell phone while on the interstate could lead other drivers to a plea of insanity. Seriously folks, people here can’t drive… and the ’southern kindness and charm’ quickly disappears once a southerner enters a vehicle.
It seems that all of this would have been a lot funnier were it last Friday (July 13). It would’ve put a nice spin on things…
Rep. Patrick McHenry (R-NC) says that he was picked on when he was a kid… you don’t say! He’s like the oompa-loompa version of Lindsay Lohan: he thinks he’s hot stuff, but everyone just hates you.
Name's Emily, and I'm geeked out by history. Don't be fooled, the 'Vulcan' is a Roman mythological god and now historical figure adopted by my hometown of Birmingham, Alabama. Since my fair hometown has deep (and dark) historical roots, I pay homage to dear Vulcan through the namesake on the site (and strangely enough I share his torrid and tragic romantic life). The best way to describe me are six-fold: book junkie, political lefty, ungraceful (yet full of flair), ultra-organized (some call it OCD, I call them 'tendendies'), artsy, and scattered. Often a freelance designer by hobby or when the bank account starts looking grim (as well as other jobs to make the rent), I'm really an aspiring historian at heart looking for my next big deal. Dream jobs are currently either a presidential biographer or a rapper guy's girlfriend.