Archive for April, 2008

Lazy Sunday XXXVI

Sunday, April 20th, 2008

You can find last week's answers and contest winner in an extended entry, but now it's time for today's Lazy Sunday contest! This week's prize is The Hillary Nutcracker!

Everyone has a chance at winning, so don't be shy! The questions may be hard, but everyone who's between the ages of 16 and 80 should be able to get at least one correct – I promise.

The rules:

It's very simple. Every answer contains a reference to a movie, a television show, or a song. Just guess as many as you can – some will be laughably easy and some will be very difficult. Every correct answer is like a raffle ticket – you get one chance to win per correct answer. If you get 1 right, your name goes in the proverbial hat. If you get 10 right, your name goes in ten times. Et cetera. You're on the honor system – try not to Google or look at other people's answers!

The contest ends Tuesday at midnight EST. I'll give the correct answers and the winner on the following Sunday.

Ready? Here we go!


1. Are you tan?
Yup, I'm actually orange. Or pink. Pink is the new orange, isn't it?

2. How old will you be in 13 months?
Old enough to walk into a liquor store and order a keg of beer. Even if I have to growl a little bit.

3. Where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now?
I won it in a walk off.

4. What are you looking forward to in the next month?
Going out every night, sleeping all day, doing whatever I want, eating in a fancy restaurant.

5. Are you easily confused?
Nope. I'm Joe, the smartest man in the world.

6. Do you think you would make a good wife/husband?
As long as my wife didn't cook my dog.

7. Have you ever liked someone who treated you badly?
Yeah, there was this one guy I liked even though he locked me in a room and made me bang pans and pretend I was retarded.

8. Do you fall for people easily?
No. Usually angels have to put me in mortal danger with someone for me to fall in love with her.

9. What are you listening to right now?
A Dracula puppet musical.

10. Do you live with both your parents?
Just my mother, although she won't call me the Warlock like I want her to.

11. Last person you said I love you to?
I don't say that. I just say "Ditto."

12. What is it you truly want right now?
To watch People's Court in the next 30 seconds.

13. Are you wearing jeans right now?
Nope. I already sent them off to the next person.

14. Do you think too much or too little?
I don't know. I just want to fire up some Ambassadors.

15. Who is in your house right now?
Somebody who keeps asking me about my movie preferences and quizzing me in a raspy voice.


And here are the answers and winners from last week's contest :
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No vlog for you!

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

I really had a vlog planned for today, but I had forgotten that I promised Tracy I'd do Grant's meme by Saturday, which will net her five clams! So here goes . . .

1. Describe yourself without the use of any vowels (treat “y” as a vowel).

Sm4rt3r th4n 3W3!

2. Write a short paragraph about a truly horrifying encounter you once had using the word “sippy-cup”.

My father beat my mother to death using a sippy-cup that had a picture of Goofy and Pluto on it. To this day, if I see those two Disney characters, I hear "I'll juice you, woman!" in my head and faint.

3. Which of the following is the worst baby name: Monkey Winkle, Fetus Cheese, or Swaberpoo Deliciousness? Discuss.

Monkey Winkle if it's a boy. Feivel Fuckpants if it's a girl. No discussion needed.

4. Complete the following word association: cookie, ladder, penis, regret…

Tranny

5. You move your weasel to sun level three. Your opponent counters with whimsy to caveworm seven. What is the best counter move?

Roll your 20-sided dice and hope for a 16.


Anyone else want to take a crack at it? Don't forget to come back tomorrow for a new Lazy Sunday contest and nifty prize!

Here's where I get creepy

Friday, April 18th, 2008

How could I forget? Tuesday was a day of momentous occasion, and I let it slip by with nary a mention. I blame it on my crystal meth addiction.

Since Tuesday, a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I can be happy and sing and dance and do things that would have previously made me feel dirty and shamed.

Because on Tuesday, you see, Emma Watson (aka Hermione Granger) turned 18.

I no longer have to feel weird about being a member of her fan club.

I don't have to feel bad about masturbating to this, this or this (really NSFW).

I can proudly reveal that I named my penis Hermione.

I will not be ashamed of my bids on the eBay auction for a pair of her panties.

I will no longer slink to the Harry Potter movies naked under my raincoat. I will walk in with my head high.

Now, how long until Dakota Fanning is legal?

(For those of you who feel left out by the fake naked picture of Emma Watson, here are some real naked pictures of Daniel Radcliffe.)

TWordless Thursday

Thursday, April 17th, 2008

600 bucks down the drain (are you subscribed to my Flickr feed?)

Okay, I totally had to put some words in here anyway. I was going to write an actual post after yesterday's nothing post, but as I'm writing this on Wednesday night, I'm preparing for a Wii party with Karl and a few other friends.

We'll play some Smash Bros, some Wii Sports, some Raving Rabbids 2, and maybe even try out GH3. It should be fun and I will not be up for actually writing a real post. So this is all you get, people. Oh, and one last thing. When I bought my gum, I also bought a case of Strawberry Milkshake Whoppers! (No, not the Burger King kind, retard). They're pretty fucking amazing, but a case is a little too much for me. So I'm going to pick two random commenters and send them a box or two. All you have to do is leave a comment!

Comfort food is . . .

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

A Double Whopper with fries.
A grocery store-style birthday cake, cold enough that the icing is hard.
Hot apple pie with ice-cold vanilla ice cream.

What's your comfort food?


For other types of comfort, go visit the gorgeous raven-haired avatar of holiness, Crystal, at her new site: http://www.innerstep.org/

Please don't read this.

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008

I'm telling you now. You really don't want to read this story. It's a horrifying example of (a) how disgusting college boys are and (b) things you never wanted to think about.

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Still here? Fine.

When I was a freshman in college, I had a roommate for the first semester. Dan was one of those guys that seemed nice but turned out to be a bit of a prick. Maybe he was uncomfortable because I was one of three guys who had to get him out of his vomit-stained clothes and into bed when he was passed out drunk at a frat party, or maybe he just couldn't figure out why I didn't really drink, but that's neither here nor there.

Unlike every other dorm room on our floor, ours was at the corner of the building, where it formed an L shape. This meant that we actually had two separate rooms with a large doorway. This was a nice arrangement because it gave each of us our own privacy.

What did I do with my privacy, you might ask? (well, nobody should be asking, because none of you should be reading this!)

I masturbated. Constantly. And I wasn't down with the whole "come into a tissue" thing, because you always got paper stuck to the head of your dick that you had to wash off in the shower and then guys thought you were playing with yourself in the group shower. And I didn't want to jerk off in a sock or a towel or anything like that, because I had to do my own laundry and the laundry room was down five flights of stairs in the basement.

So, instead, I had a cup that I got at a frat party that seemed like the perfect seminal receptacle. And at night, when I was done masturbating, I would ejaculate into the cup, and then put it aside. Now, at first, I had good intentions. Each night, I'd say to myself, "Self, I'll wash that out in the morning." But then, once I woke up, I'd realize that it was mostly dried, so what was the point?

Instead, I just continued to add layer upon layer of sticky semen. And I did learn one interesting tidbit, too – It never really dried completely. Each new addition of semen just added to the glistening gelatinous pile that ended up looking like a yellow-white version of that sticky green slime you could buy from the coin-op machines at the grocery store.

Let me digress at this point to introduce two new characters, Todd and TJ. TJ had the room right next to ours, and he was a very mellow guy. Very. Mellow. Always with the mellowing. And one day, he got caught being mellow and getting mellow and they mellowed his mellow ass out of the dorms. Todd was the resident asshole on our floor. He was very gung-ho about fraternities and he played baseball and he thought he was pretty much the king shit. ("Thought" being the operative word. The night I held a 9-inch blade up to his throat and told him to shut the fuck up so that I could get some sleep and he almost peed himself is another story for another time).

Here we were, with TJ gone and an empty room on our floor. Todd knew that Dan and I didn't really get along, so, one day, he took it upon himself to start moving my stuff into the empty room. While he would protest that he thought he was helping, the truth was that I hadn't yet decided to move, and my parents had said "no," due to the cost of a single vs. double. But I came home from class to find many of my possessions moved to the empty single, with only my bureau and its contents remaining. I refused to help, so Todd and Dan started carrying over all of the items that littered the top of the bureau.

Todd picked up the cup and looked at it strangely. I tried to bite my lip and not look horrified. He looked inside, then stuck his finger in there and pushed. "What is this, Avitable?" he asked. "A candle or something?"

"Yes, it's a candle, Todd. Smell it and see if you can see what type." I tried not to guffaw and pee myself.

So he stuck his nose all the way into the cup and took one big sniff.

The best part was what was stuck to his nose when he pulled it out.


This post doesn't really belong on Humor-Blogs.com.

Fuck Monday already!

Monday, April 14th, 2008

Okay, two things for today.

1. I'm guest posting over at Bluepaintred's. Go check it out, although it won't be active until midnight PST.

2. Many of you don't read Karl, but you are totally missing out. Here's why.

Now fuck off, kthxbai.

Lazy Sunday XXXV

Sunday, April 13th, 2008

You can find last week's answers and contest winner in an extended entry, but now it's time for today's Lazy Sunday contest! This week's prize is a Motor-Powered Self-Twirling Spaghetti Fork!

Everyone has a chance at winning, so don't be shy! The questions may be hard, but everyone who's between the ages of 16 and 80 should be able to get at least one correct – I promise.

The rules:

It's very simple. Every answer contains a reference to a movie, a television show, or a song. Just guess as many as you can – some will be laughably easy and some will be very difficult. You have two chances to comment with your answers.

Every correct answer is like a raffle ticket – you get one chance to win per correct answer. If you get 1 right, your name goes in the proverbial hat. If you get 10 right, your name goes in ten times. Et cetera.

The contest ends Tuesday at midnight EST. I'll give the correct answers and the winner on the following Sunday.

Ready? Here we go!


1. If you were to attend a costume party tonight, as what or whom would you go?
I'd go dressed provocatively, but then probably just throw a sheet over top and be a ghost.

2. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling?
I am a proponent of propane when it comes to grilling.

3. You are chosen to have lunch with the President. The condition is you only get to ask one question. What do you ask?
Do you want option 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5? Hint – try 4.

4. It’s your first day of vacation, what are you doing?
Flying to LA to meet my wife. God, I hate flying.

5. What is your concession stand must-have at the movies?
A Snickers. But I eat it with a fork and knife.

6. What do you think Captain Hook’s name was before he had a hook for a hand?
Hookstable? Or maybe it just sounded like that.

7. How long was it from ‘the first date’ until the proposal of marriage? How long until the wedding?
Well, we never really had a first date. I found my wife when she fell off of a cruise ship.

8. Which is worse, being in a place that is too loud, or too quiet?
Actually, the worst thing is when you hallucinate and hear "I'll Tumble For Ya".

9. What is one quality that you really appreciate in a person?
I prefer someone who thinks like everyone else, and then can point at people who are different and scream in an unnatural voice.

10. At the good old general store, what particular kind of candy would you expect to be in the big jar at the counter?
Reese's Pieces.

11. What is the most distinguishing landmark in your city?
It used to be the Statue of Liberty, but her head is in the middle of Manhattan now.

12. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other?
When people talk about their hobbies collecting spores, molds, and fungus.

13. How many times did it take you to pass your drivers test?
Only once, although I was having trouble keeping track of the visions in my eyes without my sunglasses.

14. What food item would need to be removed from the market altogether in order for you to live a healthier, longer life?
The Old 96er.

15. What would you rather have, a nanny, a housekeeper, a cook, or a chauffeur?
Since I can cook, I wouldn't need a cook. My kids are old enough not to need nannies. How about a hot, proud Mexican housekeeper?


And here are the answers and winners from last week's contest :
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For laffs

Saturday, April 12th, 2008

No video post today, but here are a few funny videos for you to check out:

The high of chewing

Friday, April 11th, 2008

I have a confession to make.

I am an addict.

No, I'm not addicted to Diet Coke. I can kick that habit at any time. And no, not to masturbation or porn. My penis can't handle the chafing.

I'm addicted to gum.

I can trace this back to my dislike of bad breath. I've always hated talking to people that had bad breath, and I never wanted to be that person, so since I was a kid, I always had a piece of gum in my mouth.

In my teens, my budget was sparse, so gum had to be hoarded. I would buy a pack or two when I went to the grocery store with my mother and chew half-pieces at a time, making sure that each piece lasted forever.

As I got into college and law school, it was simple. I'd just grab a whole box of gum from the rack at the grocery store and that would last me a month or two.

Now, however, it's a different story. I barely go to the store. We eat out for most of our meals, so our grocery shopping is something that might happen once a month, maybe. This meant that I was making specific trips to Walgreens or Publix just to buy gum.

Yesterday, though, the true nature of my addiction was hammered home. I didn't wake up shivering having fever dreams about giant pink bubbles eating my soul, no. Nor did I find myself giving a leprotic bum a handjob for a piece of Wrigley's. I didn't even find myself selling our TV to the pawn shop so that I could afford the newest flavor of Hubba Bubba.

All I did was look at my receipt for the gum order that I placed.

Is there like a GCA (Gum Chewer's Anonymous) Meeting around here that I can join?