Who Knew?

Guess what. I didn't know that Babar was running on the Liberatarian Ticket. If we really wanted to make history. He has experience in office. He's African in heritage. He brought me so much joy as a child. And, he's a friggin' elephant in a suit.

This is why we need more than a two party system.

Although, I am pretty sure that he was not born in the states. So, I don't know that he was qualified.

BTW: This is the most political I will ever be on this blog. Get used to it.

Subquotients

Today, I had to shoot a new subdivision called Whispering Oaks. Why are subdivisions named so horribly? Mallard Glen, Windy Meadows, Glen Meadows, Windy Glen, Mallard Meadows....You get the point.

Why can't they have awesome names? For example:
Titmouse Oaks
Magpie Glen
Yak Hollow
Kookabura Elms
Orangatan Acres
Poppycock Bay
Brushfire Canyon
Cable Ace Award Meadows
Murderous Pines (although that may be a Jeff Fahey movie. I'm not certain)
Wade Boggs Point
Wade Bog
Anything referring to Wade Boggs
Badger Claw Creek
Aglet Farms

It's a fun game. Come up with your own fun subdivision names.

Singin' Da Blues (aka. Random Shower Thought 13)

Why is it that my Ty-D-Bol can go from dark blue, to very light blue (making me think it needs to be replaced), back to dark blue? Is it developed to confuse me as to when it is depleted?

Looks Like Another Year Of Forts Made Of Bed Sheets.

I recently got to work and found a table saw and a substantial amount of lumber. Imagine my dismay when I found out they were just building a new news set and not fulfilling my weekly suggestion of tree house.

Random Shower Thought #12

If you can't remember whether your thermometer is oral or rectal, you can be certain that it's disposable.

Do They Have A Fleece That Can Stand Up To The Rigors Of Prospecting?

My girlfriend was wearing an old sweatshirt the other day that had a patch on the sleeve. I was unaware that Abercrombie and Fitch was established in 1892.

It's kind of hard to imagine all the hairless, homosexual men of the time getting together to frolic in fields and streams. All the anorexic girls coming to watch... and not eat.

And Abercrombie and Fitch was there to clothe them, when their romps were over.

Random Shower Thought #11

How does Debra Messing keep getting work? I mean...really? She's the Fergie of acting.

Random Shower Thought #10

Do cannibals have their own internet/texting language?

Example:

Cannibal 1: Whassup heg?
Cannibal 2: Not much. JTAEP!!
C1: Word to that. CTTOHF myself.

Don't Understand? Use this handy key:
heg= "human eating guy"
JTAEP= "just thinking about eating people"
CTTOHF= "craving the taste of human flesh"

(Not So) Green Machine

I came to a realization on Labor Day, as my family gathered at the lake.

All those people that preach about being green, and not using unnecessary fuel, have never ridden a jet ski.


That's not me. Just so you know.

Online Again!

I regret the recent lull in posts. However the internet has been down at the house and I have been incapable of posting. I guess I could do it at work, but then again, no one wants their boss catching them typing about monkey farts (or other subjects).

In my absence from the blogosphere I missed my goal of posting my 100th post on the 2 year anniversary of the Devil's Wind. I feel I let you down.....

Not really, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that noticed.

By the way: Earlier when I mentioned monkey farts, it was the first random example that hit my mind. I had no idea this existed, but discovered it upon googling "monkey farts". You should be able to enjoy it just the same.



Just 6 more posts to go to hit 100. I best get to thinking up some crazy S**t.

ResponseTo Infomercials As Related To Amount Imbibed

0-3 beers: Look at this crap. There are people dumb enough to buy this.
4-6 beers: If it actually worked, that would be something.
6-9 beers: They couldn't advertise it, if it didn't work the way they say. Could they?
10-12 beers: I have 30 extra minutes everyday
12+ beers: Actually I don't remember my thoughts at this point. I do know I woke up naked, cold, and wet the following morning in my bath tub.


6-8 weeks later: Billy Blanks' Boot Camp shows up on my doorstep.


I guess somewhere after 12 is when I become dumb enough to buy this crap.

Missing Link

To clear up some confusion as of late. If there are words in a post that are a different colour (that's right, I'm churching up the spelling), that means that it's a link. Click on it to further the comedic adventure that we've started upon.


**Addendum: I realize it somewhat goes against my point to tell you to click on words of a certain colour in my posts, then not actually put a link to something. So here.

But, I Love Them

My name is Kevin, and I am a Reds fan. I guess it all started in the year of our Lord two thousand aught three, when I first moved up to Cincinnati. They have sucked, since I've lived here.

It wasn't till I've watched the Lifetime Network (when nothing else is on), that I realize that I am the same as an abuse victim.

Friend: Why are you still with him (the Reds)?

Me: I love him (Reds).

Friend: But, all he (Reds) does is hurt you.

Me: I know. But, perhaps, if I stay with him (Reds), he'll (the Reds'll) change. If I leave him (Reds), he (they) will never change. However, if I stick with him (Reds), he (they) will become a better person (team).

I (and the rest of Reds' fans) am the Reds' Valerie Bertinelli.

Bat and Switch

I went to see The Dark Knight last night. I had no clue it was about Batman. And here the entire time, I was expecting a sequel to the Martin Lawrence classic Black Knight.

Ranting 'Til I'm Blue In The Tooth

Outside of Aerosmith and Rubber Charity Bracelets, very few things annoy me as much as the Bluetooth device.

So to the Bluetooth users:

*First of all, it's not a fashion accessory. Stop wearing them as such.

*Next, don't use them in line at the store or within 10 feet of people in public. Us non-users are tired of turning around and saying, "what was that?" Only to find you talking to your dentist.

*Actually, stop using them in public altogether. You can't understand the devastation of thinking that you're seeing a crazy person talk to him/herself, only to have them turn and reveal that little hunk of plastic attatched to the ear. Great! You're not a schizophrenic. Just a douche.

I guess the upside is that when I'm driving and talking to myself, perhaps people just assume I've got an earpiece on the other side of my head.

Although....No. I'm pretty sure that I'd rather they think me insane.

Urine Trouble.

The other night, I was at Habits (a local drinkery). I went to the restroom, as I am want to do after a few drinks. As I head to the restroom, a girl comes from the men's room, and another is standing waiting (line 5 deep for women's room). The second offers to let me go first, but I decline and offer to watch the door for her. As I wait, two more guys join me in line. The second comments as to his drunkenness and distaste toward waiting in line. The girl exits, thanks me, and walks back out into the bar, as I enter the restroom and go to the urinal. I overhear the second guy comment that, if he had to, he'd piss in the sink. He then passes the man in front of him and enters the restroom. I figure he will use the toilet, however he stops behind me (at this point my discomfort is now quite high). He says, "which one should I use?" This guy is apparently cannot decide if he should use the toilet (yes) or the sink (what?). The diagram below shows the layout of the room.

He (denoted above as DF for drunken fool) finally decided to use the toilet. Then he commented the guy still waiting was a fool for not coming in and using the sink. He was hell bent on urine entering the sink. However, at Habits that is a difficult task. The sink in that restroom is particularly high, as the second diagram will show.

This guy was not Manute Bol. As you can see he'd have to get quite the arc on the stream. Then, he'd have to maintain a constant pressure to keep that trajectory (and we all know that doesn't happen). I couldn't help but think that if he did use the sink, then I'd probably be hit with some splatter. If that were to happen, I'd punch him in the nuts.

While this drunken fool made the right choice, this is a cautionary tale. When given the choice between using a proper receptacle and a sink, choose the friggin' toilet.

**There's a sense of pride upon completing what you feel is a funny post. However, it's hard to stay proud when you realize that you spent upwards of an hour drawing diagrams of a restroom and piss courses in Microsoft Paint.

Wedding Thoughts.

Lot's of weddings going on, as of late. Fridaywas my friend Matt's wedding. As he and his bride Jennifer were wed in what seemed like an endless ceremony, many a thought entered my head. Here are a few....

1) Is there a Catholic wedding workout video? All this sitting, standing, kneeling, sitting.... I'm really feelin' it in my quads.

2) What is the proper wine to serve with body? (This one came during communion)

3) I wonder if Matt will do the dance at the reception. Answer: Yes

See Red(eye)

Monday I returned to Cincy from Hawaii (that's right suckas I went to friggin' Hawaii). The problem, however, is that after a week of relaxation, one still has to deal with the air travel industry. The worst of which was the over night, 5 and a half hour leg from San Fransisco to Philadelphia. It wouldn't have been bad, but for a baby that was quiet for about a total of 30 minutes, screaming its head off the entire trip.

Now, I am aware that you should never, never, never shake a baby. But at 4a.m., when this kid hasn't shut up for 3 hours straight..... I have to say, I was thinking, "Never say never. Maybe you should shake that baby." Perhaps just a jostle.

Random Shower Thought #9

Is picking someone else's nose considered making out to Eskimos?

Beer and Porn

So tonight was a first for me. I've seen alot of things occur in a bar, but I've never had anyone try to sell me porn at a bar.

I'm still a little befuddled.

I went out, because it was a friend (and great bartender's) last night at work. I was sitting with close friends, they left, and I stayed to talk to "not so close" friends. That's when a gentlman came in with a duffel bag, trying to sell his wares. I found out that the wares in question were porn dvds. Then he approached our table.

I sh** you not.

"Do you guys wanna buy some adult dvds?", he asks
We both respond with a hearty, "NO!"

He proceeds to pull a handful of dvds from his duffel. The one on top with the title "My First Black C**k!" At this point I force myself not to say what's on my mind, which would be to ask whether he can insure that each woman is, in fact, taking their first black c**k. Because, if I wikipedia this and find that they are not the womens' first black c**k, I will seek a refund. But I don't know how he will react, so I hold my tongue. ("Hold My Tongue" might have been a title in the bag)

He really hurt sales with the following statements:
1. "I don't watch porn." This made me think of a story I once heard of a pen salesman that took the order in pencil, thus losing the sale.
2. After recanting the previous statement, "I've jerked off on alot of these movies." I think he meant "to" instead of "on", but I'm not willing to take that chance.
3. This might be the quote of the night. "You don't have to worry about screwing some skank with porn. I'd rather get AIDS from my own hand, than get AIDS from some chick I banged." Now I'm informed enough to know that's not how AIDS is transmitted. However, I can't help but think that if he can get it from his own hand.... I should wash mine. After all, I just politely shook his hand. I don't know what strain he might have encountered.

He also tried to say that we couldn't find porn for cheaper, and I told him that, having once been a college student with an internet connection, I'm pretty sure that I could find porn for free.

Taco Smell.

I have a problem with the new Taco Bell commercial with the two girls at a club, one with a bacon chalupa in her purse.

If you haven't already seen the Taco Bell bacon chalupa commercial click here.

My problem? While I, like many other men, do actually like bacon and the smell it gives off; if I meet a girl at a bar, club, party, what have you, I'm pretty sure I'd be turned off if she smells of bacon. So I've rewritten the script to reflect reality.

Girl 1: I love this club....do I smell bacon?

Girl 2: Oh yeah that's me. (opens purse) It's a bacon chalupa from taco bell. Guys love the smell of bacon.

Girl 1: That won't work.

Guy walks up.

Guy: Hi ladies.

Girls: Hey!

Guy: I've recieved several complaints of a bacon smell. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Perhaps you should go home and wash. That can't be healthy.

Girl 2: No it's a chalupa in my purse.

Guy: That's disgusting.

He May As Well Be Wearing A Houndstooth Hat.

This is a recent political discussion I had.

Friend: Do you think you'll vote for Barack Obama?
Me: I can't.
Friend: Why not? You don't agree with his politics?
Me: No. That's not it. It's because I went to UT.
F: That makes no sense.
M: Of course it does. I'm from Tennessee, right?
F: Right.
M: And you know I love the Vols, right?
F: Right.
M: So how in good conscience vote for a man with "Bama" in his name.
F: Wow! So... What if his name was BaROCKY O'TOP?
M: Well, of course, then he'd have my vote hands down.

Fartin' In The Shower.

I love to fart (which may make this my most sophisticated post ever). Anywhere, really: sitting on the couch, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, eating dinner, driving to work, at work, at a bar, at a book store, at church (sorry, God)....really just about anywhere. But my favorite place to fart is the shower. For some uncanny reason that's usually where they are the loudest (perhaps acoustics play a role).

Anyway, suffice it to say today I farted in the shower. However, it was like no other that preceded it. As water ran down my back and the crack of my booty, some of the devil's wind escaped. But from behind the flowing water it made a sort of bubbling sound that I've never heard before. I instantly start laughing. Until....

I can't quite explain the smell. Sort of a hot garbage and rotting carrion, perhaps. I can say it was horrific. You know usually I can handle my own flavor, but this was almost unbearable. I thought I might have to crawl out of the room on all fours, the way you would to avoid smoke inhalation during a fire.

When I returned to consciousness, I tried reconstruct what had happened. I remembered the smell of pure evil. Then I remembered the bubbly fart that had preceded, and I started laughing again.

So the lesson learned is that no matter the price you pay for farting, the laughter makes it all worth it.

.....Oh yeah and don't try to make your own huevos rancheros.

Politically Defect

Nowadays, you have to be careful about every little thing you say.

The other day, I went to Long John Silvers. When I got to the window, there was an African-American lady who took my money. She asked if I wanted condiments, and I replied, "Yeah! Vineger." At which point, I thought to myself, "I really hope she heard the 'vi'". Otherwise, she probabaly thinks I'm filled with hate and very enthusiastic about it.

Who Wouldn't Know The Answer?

I was never a boy scout, but that doesn't mean I don't like being prepared. For example, I hope the following conversation will someday present itself, because I am ready.

Someone: Do you know where I can get a six pound can of hominy?
Me: Why yes! As a matter of fact, I do.

If I Ruled the World

The other day I saw a vanity plate on the back of a Hummer that read "HMR GUY". I guess the fact that he's driving a Hummer isn't conspicuous enough.

Then and there I decided that, if I ruled the world, vanity plates would be banished. However that doesn't seem fair, so I changed my mind. Everyone has to get vanity plates, but you don't get to choose your own. Instead, those who know you best will choose what your plate says.

I'd like to think Hummer guy's would read "BIGDUSH"

(That's "big douche" if you didn't get it)

Random Shower Thought # 8

Do homeless people have to budget their panhandling earnings for markers?

Tuned In To The Pulse Of America.

Local news departments across the country are always fighting for better ratings. I have an idea. Obviously, alot of people watch Law and Order, CSI, and other similar shows. When they promote a new episode, many times they say "ripped from the headlines".

What better way to promote the news? It actually is ripped from the headlines.

Tonight, on News at 6, an all new episode ripped from the
headlines.

Genius.

Crappy Holidays. (aka. Games I Like to Play #4)

Sorry that the Devil's Wind has been somewhat silent (and by no means deadly) as of late, but I assure you I've been doing some thinking and there will be new posts a-coming.

And now on to this one....

I spent the weekend in Tennessee with my family. It was awesome. I won't go into boring details of what we did, but I will tell you about this.

As with most men, my father and I think the act of going number two is funny, and a fun little game we like to play is coming up with new ways to say that this is about to occur. So I'm going to share some of the best I've heard over the years.

Taking the Browns to the Super Bowl

Talk to a man about a horse

Drop the kids off at the pool

Expunge the Files

Pinch a loaf

Drop some wolf bait

Take a growler

Growl one out

Grunt one out

Coming down with a case of the grunts

I'm poking cotton

I'm prarie dogging

I'm turtle heading

Making some stink mud

Make a sequel to Hope Floats

Building a log cabin

Back the bus out of the garage

Code two

Go phone Elvis

and my dad's personal favorite....

Go to the library.

Feel free to share your own in comments.

Where Do You Keep The Chanukah Flea Collars?

I'm not familiar with the traditions of Kwanzaa, but this seems odd.

If anything I'd think you'd need ant and roach spray for Christmas. After all, you have children setting out cookies.

I'd like to thank Jeff H. and Mike O. for contributing the picture.

Soup-er Idea.

Today I enjoyed some delicious Broccoli and Cheese soup in a bread bowl. I like the bread bowl, because after it's all said and done, there's nothing left over. It's almost like I'm doing my part for the environment. But what to do about the spoon? It's the sole piece of evidence of your meal. What to do? What to do?

Cracker Spoon.

Eat your soup. Eat your bowl. Eat your spoon. Save the Earth.

Not So Fair(er) Sex.

In the movies, sometimes a man and woman are lying in bed together, then the woman wakes up to ask what the man is doing. The man says, "I was just watcing you sleep." Then, all the women watching say that's so romantic.

However, if you break into a woman's house, pull a chair into her bedroom, and watch her sleep, while making a completely unrelated list of ways to murder someone in their sleep; suddenly, it's time for restraining orders and pressed charges.

Stationery Position

The other day I walked into work to see this box sitting in the loading dock.
I had no idea that Bic makes a "graphic" pen. But I'll make my assumptions based on other products describe as "graphic". So this is what I'm imagining they look like.
Perhaps a bit inappropriate for the work place, but I must admit, I've been checking the supplies cabinet everyday since then in anticipation.


Side note: The Devil's Wind does not encourage theft of office supplies. Unless they feature a naked woman.

Rangom Shower Thought #7

Even if you call them unmentionables, haven't you still mentioned them? So obviously they aren't unmentionable.

Maturity and Philanthropy

Yesterday was my birthday. While sitting with friends enjoying a delicious, ice cold Coors Light, I decided that at age 28, I decided that it's time to be a bit more mature and perhaps contribute to society. And what you may ask did I come up with?

I'm bringing back "the year of our Lord". It sounds old timey, IE. mature. And I think it'll class up life for everyone involved. Don't worry non-Christians, you can say "the year of your Lord." Even if you don't believe in him, you do have to concede that he's the basis for our calendar structure.

So to make it official, I declare that on this the twenty second day of the month of October in the year of our Lord twenty aught seven, I declare the return "the year of our Lord".

I'm also bringing back "aught".

Random Shower Thought #6

Are Italians offended by the Whopper?

Gundy for Coors

Some friends at work and I made a Coors Light commercial
with Oklahoma State Football Coach Mike Gundy....enjoy.

Boob Tube

I bought a new tv. It's a 40 inch flat panel made by Polaroid. It's pretty awesome, except when I turn it on I have to shake it and blow on it.

Now that I have this portal to the world of broadcast, I got Direct TV. I haven't had cable for almost 4 years, and thought that I should have more than 3 channels (5 on a clear day). Now, I find myself mesmerized by the fact that I have over 200 channels and apparently feel the need to try to watch all of them.

Cinemax is one of them. I don't nessecarily watch Cinemax, as much as I just flip it over on occasion to see if I can catch a glance of boobies (I also seem to lose maturity when it comes to this subject). Here's the deal, boobs are like one of my Top 10 favorite things to look at....Top 5....Top 3.....Hell, they ARE the Top 2.

And ladies, I'm gonna let you know, the size doesn't matter. It's really more proximity. A small pair that's close to me beats a large pair far away every time.

That's Nutty.

I was looking at a can of delicious Planter's peanuts and something hit me. Mr. Peanut is not the lovable legume icon we've been led to believe.

Think about it. He's a peanut, but what does he do for a living. He endorses a company that sells peanuts for consumption. He's turned his back on his own kind just to make a quick buck. I know that top hat and monocle are supposed to make me think he's sophisticated, but they are a poor disguise. I see your true self Mr. Peanut.

But he's not alone....

Mr. Frostee....Selling your ice cream brethren. To children no less....for shame.
Mayor McCheese....I know hamburgers are tasty. I don't need you selling out your own people to get me to want one. I'm even more disgusted that the voting public keeps re-electing you, despite your treachery.

Kool-Aid Man.... You're actually a punch bowl with Kool-Aid in it. So technically you're not selling out your kind. However, you are very adamant about getting folks to drink your blood, which is just creepy. OH NOOOO! Then there's the Famous Dave's pig. Wow! Will you stop at nothing to get a spot in the lime light? I mean the other guy's just turned their backs. But your lust for fame has turned you evil. Not only are you cooking other pigs for the public, but it appears as though you may also be looking to enjoy some of those ribs. Cannibalism does not suit you pig....I just doesn't suit you.

Having said all this I would now like to proudly anounce that I have become the newest spokesperson for Nerds candy.


Sorry Brothers......

You Da' Christ!!!

Some Jehova's Witnesses left this pamphlet on my doorstep.

Now, I don't get into the "what did Jesus look like" debate. I've heard people go on as to whether he was black, white, or any other color of the rainbow. My thinking is this...Who cares? Shouldn't his teachings be the most important thing, not what he looked like? Having said this I can guarantee that he did not look like this.....

I don't know when styling gel and beard trimmers were invented, but I'm pretty sure it was after 33 A.D.

That'd Be the Sh**!

A couple weeks ago, I saw on the news that a doctor had his basement painted to look exactly like "the Horseshoe" of Ohio State. A mural painter spent months to make sure ever painstaking detail was in there.

Obviously, I don't have the money the doctor has. So I can't have an entire basement painted. However, as a staunch University of Tennessee fan, I wonder if I could afford for that guy to paint Florida's "Swamp" in the bowl of my toilet.

I can't think of a better place to lay a fresh brown trout.

Random Shower Thought #5.

If you add the words "of Death", "of Destruction", or "of Doom" to the end of any household item, it sounds like a really awesome action/horror movie from the 80's.

"Coupon of Death" starring Dolph Lundgren
"Armchair of Destruction" starring Chuck Norris
"Cheese Slicer of Doom" Co-starring Chuck Norris and Dolph Lundgren

(Try it yourselves. Just remember either Chuck Norris or Dolph Lundgren has to star in it.)

Lettuce Pray for My Soul

Yesterday, I felt as though my circulatory system was getting a little uppity and needed to be put in its place. So I tried the new Baconator(TM) at Wendy's. Two beef patties, two slices of cheese and six strips of bacon found their way down my gullet.

I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure it's not good to feel tired after eating a sandwich.

Why Fiddle With a Good Thing?

The other night I was at my favorite bar. A band had been playing. They had a mandolin and fiddle, so I'm sure I would have liked them had I gotten there during their set. However, I did not and to kill the silence in the room, I plunked a few quarters in juke box. That's when Mr. Fiddle decides he wants to strum along. What the F? Really?

So now rather than hearing Arrested Development sing Tennessee, I'm hearing Arrested Development sing Tennessee and what sounds like Charlie Daniels having a seizure. Then Mr. Mandolin contributes to what I can only describe as noise pollution. I wouldn't have even been that mad, but they wouldn't even stop for the flute solo in Locomotive Breath.

So thank you band members, for causing my quarters to be wasted.....at least you're not Fergie.

Here's Locomotive Breath live circa 1977.

Anti-gravity of the Situation.

So teardrop tattoos on the cheek under the eye apparently represent that the bearer has killed someone in prison. So I was think about getting an upside down teardrop above my eye, to signify that I've killed someone.....in space.

Evolution of Justice

Kate the Great has Katology on her blog. Obviously I could (as she requests) fill out my own The Kevinology, but I'm too lazy to do so. But the following question caught my attention.

Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?

My answer: If granted immunity, I would kill Fergie. Hell keep the money, I'll do it for free. I'm not even sure I need the immunity. Playing the "music" of Ms. Ferguson for any judge would most likely ensure my freedom.

Upon hearing this my friend B-rye suggested using her own CD as the murder weapon.

Now, I'm not sure murder is necessary. She'd probably go to hell, and they'd obviously be playing her CD on a loop, and her ego would get even bigger.

I guess shoving a broken shard of her CD into both of her ear drums (to simulate what her music does to the rest of the hearing world) would suffice.

Until that time, here's a picture of her peeing herself on stage.

Justice begins......

Tribute

Several folks are upset with WWE for their decision to air a 3 hour special celebrating the career of Chris Benoit, who was found dead of an apparent suicide, after having apparently murdering his wife and young son. In defense of World Wrestling Entertainment, it is not unprecedented to pay tribute to an apparent killer.

Here are just a few of the many shows to do so:

Overhaulin' salutes Rae Carruth
MTV Rockumetary: Marvin Gaye's Dad
BBC celebrates Jack the Ripper
The Bozo Show featuring John Wayne Gacy
Psychic Friends Network's "Zodiac Killer Variety Hour"
It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Manson.
Beretta reruns
Good Eats tribute to Jeffery Dahmer
Sports Century: OJ

Addendum: In a rare serious tone for the Devil's Wind, this post is by no means, meant to make light of the tragedy surrounding the Benoit family. Instead, it is to make fun of the tasteless way Vince McMahon and the rest of WWE handled the situation. No doubt, Benoit was phenomenal at what he did, but to pay tribute to a guy who appears to have killed his wife and son is utter insanity. Next time....I don't know....air a rerun.

Games I Like to Play #3.

I've noticed that as I enjoy round after round of cold beers, I also have to urinate more frequently. So I came up with the Restroom Football. The rules are as follows.

1. The goal is to pee in the same receptacle (urinal or toilet) every time you go to the restroom. Doesn't seem that tough, huh? Try this at a crowded bar.

2. In the event that your goal toilet is taken during a trip you can call an audible. The audible means that you can use a different receptacle, however during subsequent trips you must attempt to use each and every receptacle in the restroom. Obviously larger restrooms present themselves as tougher opponents.

3. If you've gone for the audible, and it's doubtful that you'll use the restroom enough times to get to each receptacle, you can go for the Hail Mary. To accomplish this you must use each receptacle in one visit. That's right, go a little, pinch it off, go to the next one, until you've used them all (yes, I'm insane). I don't suggest the Hail Mary if there are others in the restroom, but that's totally up to you.

Restroom Football aside, test your urinal ettiquette here.

Random Shower Thought #4.

The Bat Signal wouldn't work if it's not cloudy.

Eh...I Bought It To See Barry Weintraub Anyway.

I was at Meijer the other night because a needed some milk. Alot of times after I grab what will soon my my milk, I will walk by the DVDs to peruse the newest in stock. That's when I came across this....
Comedy Club Greats!!! How could I pass this up, and for only $10? I could tell the clips would be a little older ( since Sandler hasn't done stand-up for years, and Atell actually had hair), but these guys are greats. So I get home, pour a glass of milk, and put this newly found gem in the player. So Sandler is first, and I'd forgotten that his stand-up wasn't really the greatest, but still pretty funny for the most part. Then I sit through about 9 comics I've never heard of (okay actually it's 8, because I have heard of Mark Schiff, but not during the past decade). Then we get to Dave Attell, who is one of my favorite comics. Alot of his segment was jokes of his that I'd heard before, but still good.

Then we get to Seinfeld. Awesome....or so I thought. The voice over guy says "and now Jerry Seinfeld!", and he comes to the stage tells two jokes. Then it goes to a shot of Grauman's Chinese Theater, and the voice over guy says "Well that's it for now, but be on the look out for more editions of Comedy Club Greats!"

What!?!?!? He only got through two jokes! I could tell he was planning on telling more and probably did. But I will never know, because the fine folks at Lionsgate felt it only necessary to share two Seinfeld jokes with the audience. It's always better not to feature too much of the best known comedian of the bunch on your comedy DVD. He's at the top of the damn cover! That should be some sort of hint that you should put more of him in your little presentation!!!!!!!!!

Through my rage I was able to regain focus. I went back and timed just how long Seinfeld was actually shown. One minute and thirty four seconds! I guess the 95th second would've been too much to stand. Then I looked down and saw this....
This is somewhat false advertising. Because I can tell you the laughs sure as sh** stopped after a mere 94 seconds of Seinfeld.

I guess they need to cut down the run time in order to get all 7 minutes and 11 seconds of Bob Rubin's act on the disc.

"Who's Bob Rubin?", you may ask. My answer is "EXACTLY!!!!"

I can tell you this, I will not be on the look out for more editions of Comedy Club Greats.

Why the Change?

A friend at work asked me for a dime for the coffee machine at work. All I had was a quarter, so he gave me the 15 cents that he'd already gathered (as I type this, I've just learned that the cent sign is not present on the keyboard.) Looking at the nickel, we first thought it was Canadian, but no, we have new nickels.

Well, not too new. It is a couple of years old. But did the nickel need a facelift? I mean hell it's taken me two years to notice a difference. Were there lots of nickel counterfeiters and we needed a new design? Damn you, nickel counterfeiters.

But it doesn't end there. I guess this design wasn't good enough. The nickel counterfeiters of the world were not detered for very long because the design was changed once again the next year. The NC's are quite the crafty bunch.


A little less creepy than the other extreme close-up version. But I do wonder why they asked TV's Dr. House to play Jefferson. He's a good actor and all, but couldn't the U.S. Mint hire an American to portray T.J. on our five cent piece?

They're Back!

That's right. Furniture humping super group, Peer Pressure is back. Don't be upset, but apparently the reluctant Friend 3 did come to the realization that he was not ready for fame. I do however appreciate the warning "may cause wet panties" in the opening title, because I almost pissed myself from laughing so hard.
I can't help of think of the time my sister's dog had a colon infection and kept dragging her ass on the carpet.

Ottomans: The Furniture World's Dirty Whore.

Where to start?
I guess with the back story.
Friend 1: I have a great idea.
Friends 2-3: Yeah? What's that?
Friend 1: You know how we can't get any women and end up humping furniture?
Friends 2-3: Of course!
Friend 1: Well, what if we recorded ourselves humping the ottoman, then put it on the web?
Friend 3: Why would we do that?
Friend 2: To show women what great sexual techniques we've developed.
Friend 4: This is brilliant.
Friend 5: I'm totally in.
Friend 3: I don't know this seems a bit strange, and kind of embarassing.
Friend 2: Well just remember that when hordes of ladies are banging at the door for us you'll still be furniture humpin'.
Friend 1: Don't worry, Friend 3. I'll let you have the ottoman after that.
Friend 3: (reluctantly) Okay, I'm in.
Friends 1,2,4, and 5: Hells Yeah!

and scene.

The Alford Aproach.

Me + Blog = Making Fun of Jackasses.

I probably shouldn't take pictures while driving, but this ad for Alford Motors caught my eye.

I have a couple issues with the advertising geniuses that came up with this idea.

First, I'm no expert in the field of auto sales. However, I'm pretty sure if you have a job and a down payment that does, in fact, equal a car today....anywhere. This formula is not exclusive to Alford Motors. I don't quite get the emphasis on "today", either. Again, I'm no expert, but I don't think other dealerships are subject to a waiting period.

I think you should just be honest in your ad and make your slogan, "Alford Motors: We Have Nothing to Brag About!!!!"

How about "Alford Motors: Need for More Business + Lack of Advertising Talents = This Ad."

These are just suggestions.

The second issue I have is this. It's on the outside of the bus. The majority of the people who see it will be driving, so they already have a car. Put the ad inside the bus. Those folks probably need a car. Not to mention they may not know the whole down pamement plus job equation. Maybe that's why they're on the bus.

I would also like to add that today I saw a car broken down on the side of the road with an Alford plate on the front. The temporary tag on the back tells me the car was recently purchased. So maybe, "Alford Motors: You Giving Us Money + Us Giving You Car = Deep Regret Tomorrow."

I'm Not Going to Shiver Your Timber.

I was recently reminded of this story. I thought I'd share it with y'all.

About two years ago I went to a local tavern and grill to share some drinks with friends. Actually, we each had our own drink, so we didn't really share. Anyway, at some point during the evening I noticed a guy near the bar that looked like a pirate. I mean this cat had long red hair in a pony tail, a fu manchu mustache, and (the topper) he was wearing a puffy white shirt. Now, I don't know if his swashbuckley look was intentional, but it was dead on. I pointed the dude out to some friends and commented that if I were to make a movie about pirates, I would cast this fella for authenticity sake.

As the night moved forward, I felt the need to make water. As I made my way through the crowd I was abruptly stopped by what I thought was a bunch of bananas to the chest. I looked and it was actually a giant pirate hand. At least it wasn't a hook. The following is the exchange that took place.

Pirate: Do you wanna go home and have sex?
Me: Yes, but not with you, amigo.

As I walked away, Gay Pirate (aka GP) yelled "I saw you lookin!"

At this point I had two options. A) Turn around and point out that, while I was looking, it was due to his freebooter-like appearance, nothing else...or B) Ignore it and go to the restroom.

I chose the latter.

Unfortunately, the rest of the evening, anytime I went to the restroom I had to look over my shoulder to make sure GP didn't sneak up behind me and try to "walk my plank".

Random Shower Thought #3.

How does that whole "born again virgin" thing work?

I hope it doesn't reset automatically if you haven't gotten any in a while. Man, it took me 19 years to get rid of it the first time.

Random Shower Thought #2.

Did I wash my hair already? Oh well, even if I did, the bottle says repeat.

Random Shower Thought.

Are there pig farms in the Middle East? If so...why?