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2011-12-27T13:40:00.000-08:00

I will be moving my oodlesofpun blog from eblog to tumblr. Thank you all for following. The oodlesofpun blog will now be on tumblr until the next new internet phenomenon arises in three weeks.

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CAKE FOR ROOMMATE

2011-06-23T22:25:00.000-07:00

2011-06-08T11:52:00.000-07:00

This week a giant sinkhole appeared out of nowhere in Mid-Town Manhattan. The city is at a lost to why the sinkhole appeared, although here are some theories:

- Economy so bad, even the streets are depressed.

- Street workers in bright neon green caution vests were running out of stuff to stand and point at.

- Like many other New Yorkers this summer, Manhattan decided it too would hit the streets with an exposed crack.

- Hole actually just publicity stunt for new show ‘The Real Housewives of the Underground Mole People’.

- I guess this city isn’t as ‘constant-heavy-traffic-garbage-and-weird-liquids-flowing-through-the-street’ proof as we thought.

- Hole in city part of mayor’s plan to make New York more ‘aerodynamic’.

- Just a city scar from another epic battle between Godzilla and Snookie.

- This is what happens when you buy one of those cheap knock-off roads in China-Town.

- Hole created to make visitors from New Jersey feel more at home.

- Looks like Jimmy Hoffa finally escaped!

2011-05-16T01:23:00.001-07:00

On Friday May 6th 2011, while at the The Improv in Addison Texas, I received a wrong number text message from a person who will be referred to here on out as ‘HIM’. This was our correspondence. Typos have been left in for maximum enjoyment.

8:53pm HIM: “So when. We get paid you get paid lastnight so when do o get paid”

9:02pm HIM: “So you not going to pay me”

9:33pm ME: “I pay u, but its Friday nite, and I gost to spend some of this cheese on skirts and eyewear if Im going to look good for Father”

9:45pm HIM: “What you not pay me”

9:48pm HIM: “Ok i will just call and tell them that the holes is not done right”

9:55pm ME: “The holes were fine, its the solid matter around the holes that were all out of whackadoodle”

10:00pm HIM: “I will call them tomm and tell them that the job is not done right i need to get paid”

10:07pm HIM: “So when do i get paid”

10:12pm ME: “When the time is right, and its ladies night, and everyone is up for getting down.”

10:16pm HIM: “OK i will have the cops there tomm”

10:25pm ME: “Dude, i AM the cops”

10:28pm HIM: “Ok what wver”

10:30pm HIM: “Ok what ever I will put in the news paper not to call you to move homes”

10:32pm ME: “okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay whatever you do don’t put me in a home and tell me not to move newspapers”

10:36pm HIM: “Ok I am asking is when I get paid”

***at this point I decided to start giving HIM hints***

11:28pm ME: “Money is nothing more than numbers man”

11:31pm HIM: I need it to pay my class

11:38pm ME: “You need to get your numbers straight if you’re ever going to get paid”

11:41pm HIM: “What you mind by that”

11:42pm ME: “Mean your own business”

11:45pm ME: “Numbers man, how much I owe u?”

11:45pm HIM: “What”

11:46pm ME: “HOW MUCH I OWE YOU?”

11:48pm HIM: “We worked 3 weeks and i own you 60”

11:50pm ME: “You own where ? With how when ¿ “

11:53pm HIM “What”

11:54pm ME: “U own me 60”

11:56pm HIM: “Yes”

11:59pm HIM: “Ok what you own me for the 3 weeks i worked”

12:04am ME: “I think instead of ‘U own me 60’ u mean ‘owed’. ‘Owed own me 60’

12:08am HIM: “What”

***more hints, the following is my phone number stated as a price***

12:12am ME: “U saying u own me $57,326,825.38”

12:12am HIM: “No”

12:17am ME: “So you’re saying that none of those letters and numbers are right?”

1:10am ME: “Dude, I love that you’re going to school. And I love that you’re working to pay for it. But if you really want to get somewhere in life, you have to get your phone numbers and verbs right.”

***the next day***

8:46am HIM: “So can i get paid today plizs”

9:13am HIM: “So not going to pay me today”

9:18am HIM: “I what to work for you butt i need to get paid so i can pay my bills to i need money to go to court tusday. To fight for my babys. So will you plizs pay me.

11:51am HIM: “So you not going to talk to me today”

3:33pm ME: “Don’t tell me about babies. I USED TO BE A BABY! Listen man, I cant be any more blunt, you’re texting the wrong number”

3:36pm HIM: “Ok see you in court that you do not what to pay me”

3:43pm HIM: “All i was asking is to get paid for the time i worked. And you will not pay me”

3:47pm ME: “Seriously, you have the wrong number. I am some weird guy in Addison Texas.”

3:52pm HIM: “What”

***HIM then called me, I let it go to my voicemail so I could record him, but HIM did not leave a message***

4:52pm ME: “Good luck with everything. Next semester take a class on texting. Thanks for the good time, I own you one.”

2011-01-10T18:21:00.000-08:00

This clip tell me three things;

one: There are great plays in Soccer, but only when its foggy.

two: Other countries' announcers love soccer more than United States annoucners have ever loved anything in their life.

three: Sometimes the other team is made up entirely of referees.

Dine and Dash

2010-12-20T20:02:00.001-08:00

2010-12-10T11:05:00.001-08:00

Audience laughs at Jeff Foxworthy giving practical advice.

2010-12-02T00:16:00.000-08:00

I can't believe that other countries hate us.

2010-11-14T19:38:00.000-08:00

For anyone who missed Conan's first comedian on his show; John Dore. Pretty great stuff!!!

STING SINGS ABOUT THE UPSIDE TO STAYING IN A CRAP MOTEL

2010-11-10T10:11:00.000-08:00

The Inner Monologue of a High School Shit head

2010-11-09T02:16:00.000-08:00

My boss came up to me the other day and accused me of stealing. He said the other day my drawer was off and that he thinks that I’m the one who keeps eating shrimp off the line. I’ve never been more insulted in my life. He ‘thinks’ it was me? THINKS?!?!? Yeah, of course it was fucking me. Are you kidding? I’m in high school and I work at a fucking fish and chips restaurant. Of course I steal. I’m a shithead. It took me a month of working here before I realized that chips means fries. I’m dense. I’m in my own little world. The only reason I got this job is so I had an alibi on Thursday nights to leave the house when I wanted to go get drunk and high with my buddies down by the quarry. (The quarry by the way, perhaps the worst place for high school kids to hangout because the only things that ever happen at the quarry are the recovery of dead bodies, mafia deals, and plot lines from Scooby Doo.) Of course I steal. Although for the most part I’m a fucking moron, I have figured out that a large soda with tax is $2.06. And if that’s all a customer orders and they pay with cash, I can pocket that shit because it’s impossible to keep an accurate inventory of fountain soda. I steal money out of the register and I eat food when you’re not looking. And that’s nothing compared to the free food I give to my buddies on the days that you’re not there. You know I steal. We all steal. Everyone who works in the food industry steals. Bussers to general managers. I make five bucks an hour plus whatever I steal in tartar packets which I take home and can’t put on anything because the only thing tartar sauce goes on is fish, which is the last thing I want to eat after stealing and eating it at your restaurant all day. I am an awkward teenager that hates the world. You know that. You knew I would steal when you hired me. You factored that in when you agreed to give me my shit wage. I have no morals. I have no ethics. Why do I steal? I have no idea. I am a confused adolescent. I don’t know why I do half the shit I do. So far this week I’ve sniffed airplane glue, done lawn jobs in a geo metro and stuck my dick in a vacuum cleaner. I know I hate you. I know I hate this fucking job. Maybe I steal because you made me work on homecoming weekend. Maybe it’s because you keep calling me ‘Chief’. Maybe it’s because you fired that slutty hot chick that worked here thus ruining my only immediate replacement of dates with a vacuum cleaner. I work with five dudes that are worse pot heads than me, an old creepy guy with kids who’s always wanting to hang out with us after work, and one Rick Moranis looking freak who actually loves working here. So much so that you made him ‘Shift Manager’ the biggest nothing title awarded to the one person who shows up on time in every restaurant. All ‘Shift Manager’ means is that you make ten cents more an hour than everyone else to wear a bigger name tag and and do the boss’s shit job of making the schedule. Although every now and then, if the ‘Shift manager’ is a real anal uptight prick, the boss will let them handle guest complaints. Which handling guest complaints in the food service industry just means offering them free dessert. That’s the restaurant business’ solution to everything, free dessert.
“Sir our food was cold.”
“How ‘bout some free dessert?”
“We felt that our waiter was rude.”
“How about some dessert, on the house.”
“I think my wife is a having an allergic reaction to her dessert.”
“I think some free dessert ought to fix that.”
I steal. And I’m going to keep on stealing, just like you stole when you were a teenager. I’m going to steal, and I’m going to talk shit behind your back. I going to tell everyone that one of these days, during a rush, when it’s real fucking busy, I’m just going to walk out in the middle of a shift. And I’ll do it too. And while I’m doing it, the whole time I’ll be thinking how I can’t wait to tell my buddies that I just fucking walked out. Then I’ll get another job. And I’ll think it’ll be cool for awhile because it has different food, different people, and the pay is a bit more. But then after about three weeks I’ll hate that place too. A customer will order a triple cheese burger with chili cheese fries, a side of onion rings with mayonnaise and a diet soda. I’ll ask who the fuck she’s kidding ordering a diet soda. I’ll get fired. I’ll go on to the next job and the next job, hating each one more and more till before I know it’s thirty years later and I wished my job and life was as simple as it was when I worked at the fish and chip restaurant. So much so that I’ll actually say fuck it and get a job there. I’ll want to hang out with the kids that work there to get a little reminder of my long lost youth, but they’ll just look at me as some creepy dude with kids of his own wondering what the fuck I’m doing working at a fish and chip restaurant. No matter who’s working for you, they’re going to be stealing. Why not just let it be me? I don’t piss in the lemonade or do crank in the bathroom, I steal. Ask yourself this though, in the whole scheme of things, is it really going to ruin anybody to let a teenage total fucknut have a little extra money to take the wrong girl out on an awkward date. Is it really going to bankrupt this million dollar restaurant chain if a little high school piece of shit, has a three hour old dried up piece of shrimp? Fuck you! Anarchy Forever!

2010-11-08T02:26:00.000-08:00

The beauty which is Brian Regan.

2010-11-05T11:39:00.001-07:00

The as funny as he is hilarious comedian Josh Cheney ( http://twitter.com/JoshCheeeneee ) introduced me to this video, and for that, I am forever in his debt.

2010-10-29T15:59:00.000-07:00

I was sifting through the internet to find if the Domino’s 80’s mascot ‘The Noid’ really happened, or if it was just something I just made up in my head. Turns out ‘The Noid’ was a real thing, as well as this story I found on wikipedia:

In 1989, Kenneth Lamar Noid, a mentaly ill customer who thought the (Noid) ads were a personal attack on him, held two employees of an Atlanta, GA Domino’s restaurant hostage for over five hours. After forcing them to make him a pizza and making demands for $100,000, getaway transportation, and a copy of The Widow’s Sun, Noid surrendered to the police. After the incident had ended, police Chief Reed Miller offered a memorable assessment to reporters: “He’s paranoid.”

Do you take yourself?

2010-10-28T17:32:00.001-07:00

Chen Wei-yih, a 30 year old woman in Taiwan who was tired of answering questions about being single, not to mention an overall social pressure to get married, has decided to marry herself.

I don’t think I could marry me. Especially cause if it didn’t work out, I’d never be able to live with myself.

MYMAN

2010-10-25T12:16:00.000-07:00

Mark Raterman and Tim Robinson in a chapter from the show MYMAN. Go to www.mymanscomedy.com to check out the whole pilot.

2010-10-22T05:11:00.000-07:00

This is an old piece that is now another…

Excerpt from the book ‘How Not To Buy A Volkswagen Bus’

By Nick Vatterott

A guy pulled up to the urinal next to me and proudly proclaimed that he had to pee like a racehorse. First of all, I don’t care how bad anybody, let alone a complete stranger, has to pee. Second, why is ‘peeing like a racehorse’ the only metaphor we have to inform those around us how dire our need is to urinate? What does that even mean? I would be a lot more okay with it if after saying that, the person got down on all fours and started running circles around the bathroom while a small man on his back whipped his ass and people started placing bets on him. That’s the only case where I would walk out of the bathroom saying, “Wow, that guy really had to pee.”

I left the peeing racehorse and ponied up to the bar. I looked over a drink list of some of the local beers in the area, before asking the bartender to get me a pint of whatever his favorite was. He served me some dark brew and I settled in. I took a sip and then thought the same thing that I always think after ordering whatever the bartender’s favorite beer is, “Not bad. I wouldn’t order it again. But it’s not bad.” I then took advantage of being able to watch muted sports highlights in a bar that I had never before watched muted sports highlights in. At this point I realized that this wasn’t so great. I mean, I was enjoying myself. I get a kick out of downing alcohol and staring at a different wall or sports highlights on a TV that I’ve never stared at before. But I realized that this is pretty much it as far as the bar world goes. It used to excite me to go to bars in cities that I had never been to before. But with the exception of a small minority, all the bars are pretty much the same thing.

Irish Bars

All Irish bars have that green tint with wood and brass over the entire interior. Nostalgic Guinness signs mixed with zingers towards people who don’t drink Jameson line the walls in between pictures of Ireland that were probably purchased from some irish bar start up kit. If you order a Guinness, a shit head stranger sitting at the bar may begin talking your ear off about how Guinness is actually suppose to be poured. He’s usually wearing some douche bag hat, like the kind an old man would wear fifty years ago. He’s usually by himself. There are two types of people in this world; those who purposely go to an Irish bar, and those who wind up at an Irish bar. If you wind up at an irish bar, you’re probably a descent human being. Conversely; if you’re someone who earlier in the day said, ”Let’s go to an irish bar tonight,” then you’re the reason I don’t like going to Irish bars. If another patron at an Irish bar asks you if you’ve ever been to Ireland, that’s their way of telling you that they’ve been to Ireland and that you’re about to spend the next three U2 songs hearing about it.

Sports Bars

Every sports bar has a stench that is a combination of old miller lite, stale french fries and shattered dreams of athletic achievement lived vicariously through one of seventy seven televisions scattered all over the establishment. The size of the T.V.’s range from tiny plasmas located over the urinal, all the way to jumbo screens as big as the void in the regulars’ lives that they are trying to fill with sports. The inside is wallpapered with any type of sports memorabilia from banners to jerseys. They’re the same banners and jerseys any typical sports fan possesses with the exception that these have frames. Photographs consist of a local sports celeb, posing next to some random dude that nobody knows, wearing a hawaiian shirt. Autographs often consist of people that the average person has never heard of. If it is someone famous, the legitimacy is often in question. For instance; the glass case that holds an old football that looks more like a half deflated basketball with shoe strings glued to it, signed by Secretariat. Forget any variety in your drink selection. Your choices are beer, beer in a bottle or beer bottles in a bucket. Your waitress is either the girl who asks how you are doing nine times before you’ve even sat down. Or the girl you see once and that’s about it for the rest of the night. Once you give up on her ever coming back, you go to the bar to find some cheese ball bartender who either looks like, or actually is, Styles from Teen Wolf. He also takes his sweet time cause he’s too busy talking to another waitress at the cherries and olives part of the bar that your not allowed to go to. (It’s the part of the bar where instead of a bar stool there are two swimming pool rails like someone’s getting out of the deep end.) When he eventually turns around it’s either to fix the pen behind his ear or it’s his turn on the megatouch machine. You see that the girl he’s talking to is your waitress that never came back. She gives you that look like she knows you from some where but can’t put her finger on it. Above the bar is a huge banner that proudly states that wings are obnoxiously cheap on some day that is never the day you are there. Most important of any sports bar, the Golden Tee machine. Three to four guys spinning a ball, slapping their hands against a screen. Every once in a while a loud scream because some guy was “too aggressive” and hurt himself on the machine. He’s the guy who yells “You bum” at the seventy seven T.V.’s every five minutes, and brings up on a daily basis how he would be in the majors if he didn’t tear his ACL in high school. Tomorrow ACL boy will have to explain to his coworkers how he didn’t just hurt himself playing golf; he hurt himself playing video game golf.

The Dive

Every dive is filled with the most important aspect of the dive; people who don’t think it’s a dive. Every song on the juke box starts out with a holler, a fiddle (the poor drunk man’s violin) or a gunshot. No specials. Don’t even ask. There’s probably not a door to the bathroom, or a seat for the toilet, let alone specials. Your choices to drink are beer in a can, and some lableless bottle of whisky. Half of the regulars are sleeping on the bar. The other half work at the bar. Sometimes you can’t order a drink until the bartender’s turn at the lopsided pool table is over. Mismatched chairs. Mismatched tables. Mismatched faces. There is nothing in the establishment that doesn’t have a sign of the attempted carving of initials or misspelled profanity. The kitchen consists of a microwave and a chip rack. If it’s a really good dive there will be a dog running around that doesn’t seem to belong to anyone. The bartender could be any number of types of people, but 9 out of 10 times it’s an old lady who thinks a poorly angled black and white television adds to the atmosphere. Behind the bar there’s always something weird, like decorated plates you would buy at a small town gas station or dolls. After looking at each ID, intensely, for a good minute each as if it was the most bizarre thing they’ve ever seen, the bartender reluctantly asks what everyone wants, with a disappointed tone that says, “This place will never run out of business if you all keep spending money here.”

The Club

From the minute one enters the club, all conversations are held at the volume level of discourse held inside a helicopter landing at a jack hammer convention. It’s pitch black with the exception of purple and aqua blue lights on the outskirts of the bar area. That’s how you can tell how cool a club is. The more purple and aqua blue lights and things made out of metal, the bigger the headset on the big bald guy in the black t-shirt carding people behind the unnecessary velvet rope at the door. The same guy who puts needless blue paper wrist bands on everyone as if he’s tagging canadian geese that are migrating south for warming climate and stickier floors. The ten dollar cover will ensure that your watered down, over iced drinks are served in the flimsiest of ‘Solo’ plastic cups. Specials consist of a bottle of budweiser for six dollars, or a vodka tonic that was the recipient of a wrongly dropped roofie. The main party area has a light show that’s the equivalent to if someone ate a police car, the mall store Spencer’s, and every piece of entertainment technology from the 1970’s and puked them up from the ceiling, to the dance floor continuously till three in the morning. “Music” consists of a twelve track rotation of hip hop hits sprinkled in with ambulance sirens, strung together by a d.j. who mixes and samples together songs that by themselves were already the result of other songs being mix and sampled together. Every guy in the club is trying to get laid. How a guy dances, dictates his chances on getting laid or not. There are those who can’t dance. They won’t get laid. The only reason they’re at the club is because they couldn’t find that Irish bar that they wanted to go to. There are those who can dance. They got a shot at getting laid; if their spiky hair and unbuttoned shiny shirt have anything to say about it. Then there are those who dance, as if they’re getting laid at that moment. This is the guy who thinks everyone’s staring at him because he’s practically knocking up a girl on the dance floor. When in reality if anyone is looking at him, it’s only because they’re trying to figure out what a grown man is doing wearing a shell necklace. The girls dance in a big crowd with other girls to make it harder for the gyrating guys to hit on them. Even though meeting a guy is why the girls came to the bar, and whyat the end of the night they’ll complain the whole way home that no guys hit on them. The guys who dance in a big crowd with other guys do it to hit on the other guys dancing in the big crowd with other guys. At the end of the evening, all the lights in this warehouse of a bar go on at the same time, revealing just how ugly the person you’ve dancing with all night really is. Once the club goers spill out into the street you’ll find that one in four girls are crying, one in three dudes are ready to fight, one in two girls are calling Kelly a bitch, and one out of every one group of guys is explaining to the bouncer that the reason the bouncer shouldn’t beat the shit out of their buddy who threw up all over the bar because “Dude, it’s my buddies birthday”.

Preception Perception

2010-10-21T16:17:00.000-07:00

Before a wedding, women will get together and give the bride gifts that will be conducive to their marriage; sex toys and tupperware. Guys get together and give things that could ruin a marriage; strippers and advice from other guys

2010-10-19T18:37:00.000-07:00

This was my self introduction to the live monthly stand-up show Anecdotal Evidence in Brooklyn, NYC.

2010-10-18T18:08:00.000-07:00

My thanks to everyone’s support and to Jimmy Fallon and his entire staff to let me be really weird in front of Bobby Brown.

What up yo, just Chilean like Bob Dilean

2010-10-13T12:31:00.000-07:00

The Chilean Miners are finally being rescued. Which is good news. Except for Yonni Barrios whose wife and mistress who met each other during the ordeal are both waiting for him to surface. I’m not sure what his first words will be if he gets to the surface and sees those two standing there, but probably will along the lines of, “Okay…. thanks everyone…. you can lower me back down now.”

Doritos in Japanese is Doritos

2010-10-11T23:30:00.000-07:00

This is a Japanese bag of Doritos. You have to wonder, at some point, is Japan just trying to be weird on purpose? They have to know, right? Japan is what you would get, if ‘hipsters’ ran everything.

Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it makes perfect sense. Maybe these Doritos taste just like holding a guy upside down by his legs with your foot in his crotch.

On bags of Doritos, like many packaged foods, it lists the website for Doritos. And this next thing is kind of an interesting fact; if you go to www, dot doritos, dot com, you can actually feel God’s disappointment of how you’re spending your time on earth.

THE GREATEST PARTY NIGHT EVER!!!

2010-10-08T12:48:00.000-07:00

It’s 1 a.m.. I’ve already muscled my way through the biggest headache of the evening which consists of coordinating a group of completely drunk people to leave a parking lot and agree on a singular place to meet up. We walk into the trendy club; hip looking cat behind the bar, a half dozen rocker looking patrons on over-plush amenities strewn through the art-deco establishment, DJ mixing together two different esoteric melodies together. I would have hated the place if I was in New York, but since I was in Kansas City I found the place incredibly charming. It was the end of a long weekend. I was super beat and with an early flight the next morning I wanted nothing more than to chill for about an hour with some buddies in the purple lit ambiance before turning in. After about a half an hour of hanging out in the basically empty, chill environment, some friend of a friend I met only an hour prior says, “Dude, we’re getting out of here and heading to some place more HAPPEN’N!”
“I beg your pardon”, I royally retorted.
“Dude, I an SO SORRY that we brought you here, we’re going to head some where that is straight up JUMP’N!”
This is what I don’t understand. I have a drink. I’m hanging with the people that I want to hang with. There is for the most part nobody else in the bar. I asked him, “What makes this other place so ‘happening’?”
He says, “There’s tons of people there!”
Why is that an attractive attribute? I say, “But I’m not going to talk to any of those people. I can not talk to those people here and not have to go anywhere.”
“But there are TONS of PEOPLE DUDE!!!!”
REALLY?!?! Tons of fucking people that I don’t give a shit about?!?!? This is what I don’t understand; in the past I’ve gone out with friends of mine, with their wives, and their wives want to go to some place that is packed and hard to get into. WHY?!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What is the FUCKING POINT? You don’t know any of those people. You don’t even like any of those people. All you do when you get there is make fun of what the other people look like, and bitch about the weird interaction that you have in the bathroom, complain about how it’s impossible to get a beer, not shut up about how sweaty everyone is, the vomit that you stepped in on the dance floor, the cigarette burn that you got on your “going out clothes”, the “date rape cheer” that emits every time the “shots” song comes on, and how every guy in there hits on you even though that’s exactly what you wanted to have happen when you dressed like you did. You’re married. You are there with the person that you married, so you’re not there to hook up. A couple; given the choice between an empty bar and one that’s full, want to go to the full one, even though they won’t interact with one single person in that bar if they don’t have to. What’s the fucking point of being drawn to a place where you have no intention of interacting with the people there? The answer: To make yourself feel like you’re really making the most of the night. You know what makes me want to see what a high velocity bullet tastes like? When that Black Eyed Piss song comes on about how “Tonight’s going to be a good night”. And everyone starts singing the song like they actually believe what the lyrics are saying. Ima be Ima be Ima be tell'n you sump'n: It’s not going to be a good night. Tonight’s going to be like every other night. In fact those should be the lyrics:

Tonight’s the night
we sit around
And watch the game
Till about ten
Then we go out
It’s kinda lame
We’re at some bar
Watching the game

I know I’ll spill beer on my jeans
Throw up in my mouth; lose my cell phone and keys
Kelly is mad at debra and won’t let it go
I ask the cabby to stop by white castle on the way home

I walk in to a plate glass door
And then I do it again

I will say though that no matter how lame the night gets, at least the people that you are partying with are not the people in this video by 'The Sweet'. I've never seen a more awkward group assmebled in my life. They all look like people trying to figure out how their bodies work, the ol' aliens pretending to be human game, not one person in this music video can dance. Not even the black people that they seemed to have stuck in the corner with the front man for AC/DC. One fun thing to do is to try to figure out who is the most awkward and who has the deadest stare in their eyes. Mozoltov Black Eyed Peas, Mozoltov indeed!

The Salem Witch Trials, The Red Scare, and now...

2010-10-07T12:37:00.000-07:00

This is a pretty amazing commentary on not just the “ground zero mosque” debate, but on our country’s perception of Muslims in general. I feel the overall point is that so much of our country of made up of Americans who have incredibly strong opinions about things they have not taken the time to inform themselves about. Media and politicians manipulate people’s perception of issues. The term ‘Ground Zero Mosque’ paints the image of an Aladdin looking building that would cast a shadow on what used to be the World Trade Center. The reality is that there are two blocks of buildings that are more than six stories tall separating the proposed Islamic center from the site of the twin towers and the World Trade Center Memorial. The “mosque” itself is a normal, Manhattan building over ten stories tall. It will primarly be a community center open to the public, with facilitates such as cooking school, a basketball court; only the top two stories will be used for prayer. But these points are just facts that those adamantly against the “ground zero mosque” haven’t taken the time to learn about. Perhaps my favorite point that Keith made above is that the whole reason we were supposedly in Iraq, is too protect the citizens of Iraq; who are Muslim. We will risk our lives to save Muslims, but don’t want them building a cooking school in lower Manhattan.

The minds of Americans are being manipulated by those who can gain from it. What’s there to gain? Politicians need the votes of Americans to have a career/celeberty/moneyforstrippers. What’s a better/easier campaign strategy? To tell voters to change how they think, or to inflame what they already perceive to breed success on election day. Sarah Palin said in a tweet regarding the building of the Islamic Center:
“We all know that they have the right to do it, but should they?”

Vast amounts of Americans already have a stigma towards Muslims, and she is perpetuating that. Polititions know that stating things like, “I will not let them build them build a mosque at ground zero; NOT IN MY AMERICA!!!” will resonate with voters. Voters will say, YES, I agree with how you think, you got my vote!” Politicians use fear and American pride to work up a frenzy on issues that aren’t even real.

And what does the media have to gain? Well what sells more papers, “Controversy on Ground Zero Mosque Continues!” or “Islamic Recreational Center Gets Permit”

Donald Trump pointed out that it’s insensitive for Muslims to put a community center that close to a tragedy caused by other Muslims. What an incredibly racist statement. If a black guy shot some kid on a playground, and six months later another black guy was playing basketball on a nearby basketball court. It would be outrageous if someone said, “Hey, I know that you have the right to play here, but there are a dozen other courts you could play at. Why do you have to play right here? I know that YOU specifically didn’t have ANYTHING to do with the tragedy, but people around here don’t really want a black person being a part of this area because of what that another black person did. In fact, I think you playing basketball here is incredibly insensitive”, that would obviously be an offensive racist outlook. We have a new racism in our country. Ignorance and anger cause Americans to be so blind to the new racism, they don’t even realize that themselves are being racist.

Don’t be manipulated. Inform yourself. Then decide who to hate.

HOW NOT TO BUY A VOLKESWAGON BUS

2010-10-06T11:46:00.000-07:00

An excerpt from the book

'How Not To Buy A Volkswagen Bus' by Nick Vatterott

Apparently Tracy had taken off just before I had gotten to the garage the first time. I swear, if I was born ten minutes earlier, I would have never missed, or be late for anything in my life. Tracy was on a “short little errand”, to probably the only store in town. The only task now was to kill time. I grabbed my bike and decided to do a little riding inside the state park. I turned down an old path, long since overgrown with weeds and grass. The trail ended near what seemed to be a recreation area of some sort, some time ago. A relic of a picnic table was surrounding by weeds measuring in height taller than the table itself. A swing set whose swings had long since abandoned the area, now shifted it’s duties from supplying fond childhood memories, to rusting and collecting bird shit. A giant corroded crowbar leaned against the remains of a slide that looked like it had been beaten with a corroded crowbar. I leaned my bike against a tree that was used as post for a now faded sign. As the need for whatever information was on that sign dissipated so had the sign itself. I waded through the grasses, stepped up on the picnic table’s seat, plopped down on it’s top and just waited. There were five or six of these big weird ass bugs flying around the area. One of the smaller ones landed on my arm. I looked at it and thought, “Aww look, a baby weird ass bug.” The thing then bit me, and I swatted it down. It landed on the table next to a dirt caked glass jar. I looked at my enemy and pondered: do I let it live or take it’s life? Action movies have taught me that either he will one day return the favor by saving my life, or be my demise while uttering the phrase, "You should have killed me when you had the chance!" I placed the jar over him while I decided his fate. I noticed a weedless area just past the slide. I stood on top of the picnic table to see a giant round rusted disk, seemingly the main cog of a merry-go-round. Except it was upside down, and had many of its hand rails (the tiny banisters that four years hold on to for dear life) lying in a pile next to the round disk. Next to that were four bar-b-q pits. Except they were in pieces as well, four grills sat on top of each other right next to four posts in a pile next to four of the actual ‘pits’ themselves, clumsily stacked, all rusting into one solid object. It was as if merry-go-round and bar-b-q pits had all been neatly disassembled at one point. I hopped down from the table and took a step through the tall grass. My foot crashed into a pile of rusted chains. I looked down and to the right of the chains were several seats perfect for riding a swing set. Maybe these rides were never assembled at all. Perhaps this was a work in process, an idea started with gusto, and abandoned when the project became inconvenient. Not sure why, I bet at the time this would have been one of the main attractions of Veneta, Oregon. This could have been the thing that really put this town on the map.

COME VISIT VENETA,
NOW WITH SWING SET!

I wondered if the construction of the play area had been finished, if this place would have turned into something so forgotten. Ideas are common to everyone, but fewer have what it takes to see an idea through to it’s completion. Anyone can have inspiration, it’s what we do with that inspiration that separates us from what we are, from what we could be. I stepped back to the table and turned the glass prison over to let my infant attacker go. Its just too disheartening to see things meet their demise before ever getting a chance to exist.

2010-10-01T01:00:00.000-07:00

What is our generation's stairway to heaven? I say 'Plush'. Others may say 'Smells like Teen Spirit'. Still other presume it's Hanson's (before they sold out) 'Mmmbop'. What do YOU think America?

2010-09-30T00:00:00.000-07:00

I asked my doctor why I was breaking out. He said it was because I had started a new dance sensation and a song that was sweeping the nation.

I Heard That Her Cocky Walk Gave Her Away

2010-09-29T03:39:00.000-07:00

A woman in Spartanburg South Carolina was caught stealing two vibrators from Spencer's Gifts.

When caught, the store owner berated the thief by saying, "You shoplifters are the worst! You are the lowest form of humanity! You can go fuck yourself!"

To which the woman replied, "I was trying to, why do you think I stole the vibrators!"

My favorite part of this is the mug shot. Because it's a mugshot that tells you that she got caught stealing, then starting crying which caused her mascara to run all down her face. Yet still at the time of the photo you can tell that she tried to smile just a little bit to look pretty.

Knives on the Brain

2010-09-28T12:00:00.000-07:00

This past week a man in Brazil had a 4 inch knife removed from his head after it had been there for over three years as a result of a disagreement at a bar. I can only assume the disagreement was whether or not the knife should be stuck in the victim's head. The knife apparently took out the part of the brain that gives people the urgency to get knives out of their brain. I guess when things get tough, we have to stop and say to ourselves, 'Yeah, there is way too much toffee in this mochichino, but at least I don't have a knife stuck in my brain.'

A Snipet of 'The Fleecing of America'

2010-09-27T00:00:00.000-07:00

Produced By KNC: Ceaser Jamie, Kate Duffy and Nick Vatterott

The Sine of a Gud Skool

2010-09-24T00:00:00.000-07:00

Yeah. There used to be 16 great things, but the government cut off money to the english department. If you think the above sign is bad, it doesn't end there. I went and read the 15 great things about their school system and the top 5 were:

5. Lots of teachers on hand- Job training
4. We will help you fill interns openings
3. Great Study a Broad Program
2. Get the tranny you deserve
1. Lots of weird dicks everywhere

IS GOOGLE GOD?

2010-09-23T11:23:00.000-07:00

The predictive text on Google's search engine gives a window into the questions the world is wondering along with you. If you type in 'what is' Google's top predictive suggestions are, 'what is love', 'what is lupus', and 'what is 3G'. The three questions that have plagued man since the beginning of time.

I type in 'where' and the top suggestions are 'where is Chuck Norris', 'where am I', and 'where is my mind'. Now we all know that 'where is Chuck Norris' is asked by most everyone on a daily basis, but 'where am I' and 'where is my mind', represent the section of the human population that has run out of options and is now seeking Google's guidance for such vague inquisitions. When I type 'what am' it's revealed that Google is not just for finding actors' names and restaurant Groupons. We also look to Google for existential answers and general life guidance. The search 'what am' leads to 'what am doing here', 'what am I doing with my life' and 'what am I worth'.

When people pray for guidance, they hope to get an answer in the form of a sign, a sort of mental clarity, or some other 'mysterious way'. When one asks Google for guidance, they get about 507,000,000 results in 0.36 seconds. And who can really blame anyone who feels like they're run out of options, to see if Google holds the answers. You're depressed, you have a question weighing on your mind, and even though you know that there is no rational reason to do it, you look up at that little box in the corner, glance side to side, and ask Google a life question such as 'Why am I such a failure?'. Thousands of people have done this. I know this because when I typed in 'Why am I s', 'Why am I such a failure' was one of the top suggestions. When anyone asks Google why they are such a failure, I feel that Google's response should be, 'Because you're the type of person that gets advice from Google'.

But what if Google does hold the answers. I ask Google the big questions and see what I get.

1. Dear Google, 'Is there such a thing as true love?'

Google responds with a link where THE ALMIGHTY KEVIN has a question answered about love by OUTLAWPRINCESS5321. First of all, with a name like THE ALMIGHTY KEVIN, you don't even need to ask a question for me to know what your relationship problems are. And OUTLAWPRINCESS5321, I have two problems with your name, neither of which have to do with 5, 3, 2 or 1.

A guy who thinks he's king getting love advice from someone who thinks they're a bad ass princess. I move on.

2. Dear Google, 'What's the secret to happiness?'

Google responds with a anonymous post, "Happiness is not found by appreciating what you have but by ridding yourself of what you have."

This is so true, because we all know how happy homeless people look.

3. Dear Google, 'Why do bad things happen to good people?'

Google responds with a message from the bible saying, "there are no good people'.

Phew! It's comforting to know that there is no such thing as tragedy, only 'just desserts'.

4. Dear Google, 'What is the meaning of life?'

Google responds:

I think that is pretty self-explanatory.

5. And finally, I asked the be-all and end-all question; Dear Google, 'What's the point of it all?

Google responds with, "What's the point of pubic hair?"

Sometimes the answer to a question, lies in another question.

There were two words that I entered at one point in my searches that opened up a whole new world of google 'suggestionology'. The words 'Why can't' triggered 'Why Can't I Own a Canadian?'

I seemed to have missed the zeitgeist on this, but this became one of the top suggestions for 'why can't' because of a satirical letter towards Dr. Laura Schlessinger a few years ago. Which you can see here

http://www.humanistsofutah.org/2002/WhyCantIOwnACanadian_10-02.html

or read below.

October 2002

Dr. Laura Schlessinger is a radio personality who dispenses advice to people who call in to her radio show. Recently, she said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22 and cannot be condoned under any circumstance. The following is an open letter to Dr. Laura penned by a east coast resident, which was posted on the Internet. It's funny, as well as informative:

Dear Dr. Laura:

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them:

When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness - Lev.15:19- 24. The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?

I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?

A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?

Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?

Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die?

I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? - Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)

I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.

Your devoted fan,
Jim

So is Google god? This isn't the first time the search engine has been likened to an all knowing entity. When we look back at Isaac Asimov's 'The Last Question', we find his 1956 short story as possibly yet another sci-fi tale predicting the future of humanity. ( It's a pretty great read, http://www.multivax.com/last_question.html and after reading it check this http://www.multivax.com/). Is Google god? Or is Google just a mere psychic, or psychiatrist that has all the answers? Maybe that's something we should ask Google.

By the way, in case you were wondering, I couldn't help but ask Google, 'Where is Chuck Norris?' and Google gave me this response:

Google won't search for Chuck Norris because it knows you don't find Chuck Norris, he finds you.

No standard web pages containing all your search terms were found.

Your search - Chuck Norris - did not match any documents.

Suggestions:

* Run, before he finds you
* Try a different person

Google Home - Advertising Programmes - About Google
This page has no affiliation with Google
Created by Arran Schlosberg

(here's the link: http://www.nochucknorris.com/)

Mt. head "Atama Yama"

2010-09-20T00:00:00.000-07:00

mt.head "Atama Yama" @ Yahoo! Video

This film was a 2003 Acadamy Award nominee and can be found on volume one of Mike Judge and Don Hertzfeldt's collection of animated shorts called 'The Animation Show'. There are at least ten cities it's intensity is in.

2010-09-17T13:07:00.000-07:00

I just found out that nine out of eight people fail Statistics in college.

2010-09-16T10:07:00.000-07:00

There's something I need to get off my chest. I told a lie today. I said that I 'liked' something on Facebook. But that was bullshit. I was just yanking their chain. I never meant for things to get this out of hand.

BLOBFISH

2010-09-15T00:00:00.000-07:00

This is a blobfish, rarely seen by humans. It's found at the deepest depths of the ocean. We know that this fish lives in the deepest parts of the ocean by the incredibly bored look on it's face.

2010-09-14T10:45:00.000-07:00

Life is an uphill battle, after that, everything is downhill.

OODLESOFPUN PRESENTS BUCKETSOFFUN

2010-09-13T23:20:00.000-07:00

20 Gallons of Just Plain Sick Bucket Drumming.

Crazy About Politics

2010-09-10T00:00:00.000-07:00

The Most Amazing part of this is that he has a masters degree in "Communication".

The Economy and Our Nation

2010-09-09T12:23:00.000-07:00

Poor C and C haven't been able to find work ever since they shut down the music factory.

In A World...

2010-09-06T00:00:00.000-07:00

There's Never Enough Earths

2010-09-03T11:31:00.000-07:00

A new study states that the earth may be on a path towards a mass extinction that would be worse than the last mass extinction that took place 250 million years ago that wiped out the dinosaurs. While many forms of life were able to live through the last mass extinction, the next one would be so devastating that few life forms would be able to survive. Fertilizers, pesticides, pollution and deforestation are the main causes prompting an unprecedented alteration in the ecosystem.

As I read the internet article regarding mass extinction, I thought to myself; maybe there's hope though. Maybe humans will have the foresight to not upset the delicate balance of the only planet that we know of that has perfect environment to breed life. I believe that we can do this, I believe in the human race!

I believed in the human race all the way until I got to the bottom of the article and saw that a number of people decided to 'like' mass extinction.

Earth. Hey... it was fun while it lasted.

P.E.P.'s

2010-09-02T14:28:00.000-07:00

When is the NFL going to start cutting down on 'Performance Enhancing Prayers' ?

Vintage Steve Martin

2010-09-01T00:12:00.000-07:00

The Original Prop Comic. Watching the audience react to an unknown Steve Martin is pretty amazing. And by the way, if you have never heard a Steve Martin Stand-up album, treat yourself to what exactly it was, that made him who he is.

Trying To Make A Fortune

2010-08-30T22:01:00.000-07:00

Not many people know this, but I actually have some psychic ability. For instance, right now, hold on, it's coming to me...I am sensing that all of the stores where you can get your fortune read in the city... don't have any customers in them!

I once walked by a psychic who asked if I would like to have my fortune read and I replied, 'No... and you should have known that."
I then walked by her ten minutes later and she again asked me if I wanted my fortune read. Now how am I going to put any stock in your ability to predict the future, when you're having trouble conjuring up the recent past?

In Istanbul, one of the charms of the city is to get your fortune told by a bunny. A man will have a wooden box filled with pieces of paper and a rabbit will bite one of the pieces of paper; and whichever one he picks is your fortune. When I did this, the man shoved the rabbit's face in the box, then grabbed a piece of paper out himself and said that the rabbit had picked this particular piece of paper. I thought about arguing that I was paying to have the rabbit predict my future and not him, but I avoided that conversation on account of it being too ridiculous. So instead of protesting, I just opened up my piece of paper which read,

"Someone leaved you causes you to lose sleeps, but you not worry, for he will come back, and you and him will be happys once again."

Who the hell is this 'he' that I'm losing sleeps over? Me and 'him' will be happys again? I told the man that I was into women, that he must have given me someone else's fortune and that we should probably let the rabbit pick this time. But the man insisted that the rabbit picked the right fortune. There's no money better spent, than paying five bucks to have a bunny rabbit call you gay.

Perhaps my cynicism towards those who claim to know what has yet to be, stems from an arcade I went to when I was a kid. I had one quarter left. Not enough for any of the new age realistic 50 cent games of the day like Golden Axe or Smash TV, but enough for a machine that would give a sneak preview of your future in the form of piece of paper inside a plastic egg. I put my last quarter in the machine, pulled out the egg, and inside was a piece of paper that stated,

'YOU WILL SOON MAKE A FINANCIAL BLUNDER.'

I couldn't help but think that I already had.

2010-08-27T00:00:00.000-07:00

Sometimes when I'm on the bus or in the car and open up my laptop, it tells me that it's searching for wi-fi networks. I always want to pat it on it's head and say, "Oh silly laptop, I'm moving right now. Any network you find, you're just going to lose right away." But at least it's trying. What an adorable idiot computer.

A Song That Reminds You That Love Is Real

2010-08-26T08:04:00.000-07:00

Just in case you're not one of the 2 million people who ve already enjoyed this romantic melody off of Cee-Lo Green's new album out next month.

2010-08-24T07:22:00.000-07:00

If anyone is thinking about getting into this band called, 'The Beatles', I recommend starting out with 'The Beatles Greatest Hits'.

I'd say that might be their best album.

A tradition like none other...

2010-08-23T00:00:00.000-07:00

The Little League World Series of Poker.

I'm a social butterball

2010-08-20T00:09:00.000-07:00

I always try to make sure that everybody feels comfortable in social situations; I think almost to a fault. I'm regularly guilty of over introducing people. It's to the point where when I go home I'll be like 'Hey dad, you know mom right? Have you guys met? I you have? Oh that's why I'm here? Oh, right on. Cool, well, I'm gonna grab a beer, can I buy you guys one? Oh, you don't drink? Yeah I think I knew that."
Then under my breath I say, "Why do you think I offered?"
If you ever need to get out of a conversation, always chug your beer, and say you have to go grab another one. Offer to buy that person a drink, so it looks like you have every intention to resume the conversation with the person. But only do so if the person you are talking to doesn't drink, or if they have a full beer. If for some reason the person takes you up your offer, go to the bar and buy two beers. Then get a pretend call on you cell phone, walk outside, and drink both beers on the train ride home.

2010-08-19T02:05:00.000-07:00

Did you hear about the Boogey Man? I heard he just came out of the closet.

TONIGHT!

2010-08-18T00:00:00.000-07:00

AT THE UPRIGHT CITIZEN'S BRIGADE THEATER IN MANHATTAN AT 6:30! COME FOR THE SET-UPS, STAY FOR THE PUNCHLINES!

2010-08-17T01:08:00.001-07:00

You know, just one time I wanna see someone lying on the side of the road with a shirt that says, "I fell off"

The Candwhich

2010-08-16T00:00:00.000-07:00

I tell you what, when you got that hot August sun beating down on you, nothing hits the spot like an ice cold can of sandwhich. I will say, for a second, for one brief second, you might actually think that this whole thing is a rational idea. And then all faith is lost at the words 'interplanetary travel'. For the record, if you're ever going to try to convince the public that you're not crazy, leave the words 'interplanetary travel' out of all vernacular. The reality is though, that this man will be a millionaire. Because Spam, Chia Pet, and the Snuggie have taught us that if an idea is just bad enough, it becomes a great joke gift. Nothing sells better than something people purchase because they think, 'Ha, who would buy this thing?'

2010-08-13T00:16:00.000-07:00

Do you ever wonder if the guy you got stuck talking to, is trying to get out of the conversation too?

MUST NOT BE A VERY GOOD ONE

2010-08-12T00:00:00.000-07:00

2010-08-11T01:24:00.000-07:00

Sometimes in the hustle and the bustle of the big city, i forget to look up and really notice all the tall buildings. Man... they sure are ugly.

My tribute to the standard american father

2010-08-09T10:04:00.000-07:00

This is my tribute to the typical American Father, and first off before I get to my tribute let me say that I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking... wait, did you all stop thinking for a moment? You did, didn’t you! You read that I was saying, ‘I know what your thinking', and then you decided to stop thinking for a second so that there was no way for me to say what you’re thinking. In fact I can prove it, and I know what your thinking, you’re thinking (long pause)
Why did he put a (long pause) there? No, I know what you’re thinking, youre thinking, ‘he doesn’t know what I’m thinking?’ No, I know what you’re thinking, you're thinking ‘what’s he going to say next that I’m thinking’. No, I know what you're thinking, you're thinking... you're thinking... you know what? I don’t know what you were thinking. Alright? I don’t know what you were thinking. In fact I have no IDEA what you were thinking. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? You know what? You weren't thinking were you. You weren’t thinking! I proved it, you were not thinking! YOU WEREN’T THINKING! YOU GOTTA START USING YOUR HEAD AND THINKING!!!
And that’s my tribute to the standard american father.

IMPOSTERISATIONS

2010-08-06T01:13:00.000-07:00

2010-08-05T15:55:00.000-07:00

Who's the genius who decided to put fire hydrants in all the good parking spaces?

I tell you what it's hot today, in fact it's so hot, I said IT'S SO HOT...

2010-08-02T14:36:00.001-07:00

It's so hot that when someone says, "Talk to the hand", I do; just for the shade.

It's so hot I saw Lady Gaga wearing practical clothing.

It's so hot I climbed in the oven just to cool off

It's so hot I got B.O. taking a shower

It's so hot I went to 'human centipede' just to get out of the sun.

It's so hot the crazy pigeon lady is only wearing three coats.

It's so hot I saw keith sweat.

It's so hot I saw a hipster wearing skinny jean shorts.

It's so hot I saw a Palestinian schvitzing.

Its so hot even Jack Nicholson had a hard time being cool.

My Almost Mater

2010-08-02T12:17:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I regret having the same girlfriend all through college. Because that's one semester I'll never get back.

I was suppose to post this an hour ago

2010-07-30T01:48:00.000-07:00

The one thing that you can generally bank on showing up right before I do at any engagement, is my own tardiness. “Better late then pregnant” is what I say to break the tension of making people wait for me. I used to say that if I had been born twenty minutes earlier, I’d always be on time. But the truth is I always try to cram in something that I don’t have time for. The only thing worse than being late are the terrible excuses people have for being late. Nobody is ever honest about why they’re late, this is always the reason:

“Hey sorry I’m late, traffic was terrible.”

It would be refreshing to hear someone say why they were really late for once.

“Hey sorry I’m late, I was in the shower singing for way longer than I probably should have been, and then when I got out of the shower, I put on the song that I was singing and started dancing to the song around my apartment. And then I was like, ‘I gotta get going’. But then went to check my e-mail real quick, and then after that I checked my facebook, and saw that someone had posted a video of someone having a hard time parking their car. So then I watched videos of people parking badly for twenty minutes. Then I was like, ‘I gotta get going!’ So I started to walk out the door, and then realized I couldn’t find my keys. So I started to look for my keys and then came across a box of pictures of my old college girlfriend, so I sat down and looked at all the pictures before sitting in silence for 5 minutes pondering if it was my fault we split, and what my life would be like now if we were still together. I then thought about that one party where people kept knocking on the door while we were hooking up in the BATHROOM THAT’S WHERE I LEFT THE KEYS!!! SO I grab the keys, take off, and realize that I’m already about 35 minutes late, so what’s 5 more minutes and stopped off for a cup of coffee. Then, as I was getting back on the highway, I came across a little bit of congestion for about quarter mile which I then decided I would use as the reason for why I was late.”

Northern Exposition

2010-07-29T03:37:00.000-07:00

I just finished writing the Great Canadian Novel. It's a lot like the Great American Novel, but instead of $13.99 it costs $18.50.

2010-07-27T17:43:00.000-07:00

The VOLTRON joke

2010-07-25T23:36:00.000-07:00

DO YOU SEE WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT?

2010-07-23T01:43:00.000-07:00

The bad news is I can't find my camouflage shorts. The good news is that at least I know that they work.

Nobody Loves Ramen

2010-07-22T00:36:00.000-07:00

Whenever I open up a back of Ramen Noodles, I always get that same lame prize; "Flavor Packet???? Shit, I got like twenty of these!"

Mel's Like Shit

2010-07-20T23:44:00.001-07:00

Recently I was talking to someone about what a racist douchbag Mel Gibson is. I was then asked if I would ever see a Mel Gibson movie again, and I said, 'Absolutely not!'

And I meant it, I'm not going to support someone whose beliefs I am so adamantly against.

Unless the movie is like REALLY good. Then I'll see it in a heartbeat. I mean, if Mel Gibson hated all people named Nick, and was arrested in a drunk stupor saying things like, "All Nicks control the media! What, are you some sort of Nick? Shouldn't you be eating some ramen noodles with broccoli? Isn't that what all Nicks like to eat? Shouldn't you be working a the post office? With all the other Nicks?"

I'd be like, "Fuck that Mel Gibson. That dude hates Nicks man, I don't know what he's got against Nicks but he's just perpetuating the hate."

And if my buddy said, "So, do you want to see the new movie where he fights Frankensteins?"

I'd be like, "I already bought tickets!"

What I think they should do is keep making Mel Gibson movies, but the last scene is always Mel Gibson's character getting his ass kicked. The day they shoot that last scene, they bring in real people that have real beef with Mel. They dress these people in costume and the director says, " Alright Mel, these guys are all going to 'real life' kick you ass for ten minutes, and we're going to film it.

Mel says, "But I don't want to get my ass kicked."

And the director says, 'Do you want a film career or not?"

Mel slowly nods his head yes.

Then you go to the movie, knowing that was how they shot the film. You get home and tell your buddy about how awesome the movie was.

" . . .Dude it's fucking great dude, it fucking just! Mel Gibson, killing Frankensteins the whole time, like ALL THESE FRANKENSTEINS! And then his people start losing, but then he gives this rousing speech to get everyone ready; kinda like in that other movie he did.

"You mean 'Mad Max?"

"No"

"You mean 'The Patriot?"

"No"

"You mean 'Braveheart?"

"Yes . . .oh wait, id you say 'Chicken Run'?"

"No, I said 'Braveheart."

"Oh. Well, it was Chicken Run. He gives this rousing speech like in Chicken Run. And then he goes out and he kills all the Frankenstiens and it's AWESOME - 30 minutes of the movie is a montage of him slow motion killing Frankenstiens, It's Insane! Then there's one Frankenstein left. And he's hiding in this synagogue. And there are these Orthodox Jews that have taken a shining to the Frankenstein. But then Gibson busts in with these crazy eyes, screaming, 'It's alive. It's Alive! ITS ALIVE!!!' Then he shoots the Frankenstien in the back of the head and says, 'Now. . . it's dead.'

But the Frankensteins new friends don't like this, and this one rabbi comes out of the darkness and says, 'Forgive me Lord, for I am about to sin.' And just starts WHOOPING Mel Gibsons ass! And this was the part of the movie where he got his ass kicked in real life, and you can tell cause at one point this guy who's kicking Gibson in the teeth is yelling, 'Mel Gibson you racist piece of shit!'

And then finaly, after about ten minutes of him just getting his ass handed to him, that original bad ass rabii from before, grabs Gibson by the shirt, pulls him in, and says,

'I'll see you in . . .heaven.'

Then just tosses Mel up into the sky so high that he winds up disappearing in the clouds. It's awesome! The Jewish guys, like, kicked his ass, but then, like, still forgave him, it was fucking sweet!"

Do these maternity clothes make me look fat?

2010-07-19T22:28:00.000-07:00

'Forever 21' has created some controversey over a new line of maternity wear, marketed towards young, pregnant women. If successful; 'Forever 21' plans to open up a line of stores geared just for young pregnant women called; 'Instantly in your 30's'

What happened in Montreal

2010-07-18T23:29:00.000-07:00

WORK ETHIC

2010-06-27T23:43:00.000-07:00

Putting a fire under your ass eludes to being motivated; however my buddy who lights his own farts is the least productive guy I know.

I follow Hugo Chavez ON TWITTER!!!

2010-05-13T23:28:00.000-07:00

This past weekend dictator Hugo Chavez became the most followed man on Twitter in Venezuela after only two weeks of signing up for the micro-blog site. Excited by the news, I went ahead and read some of his tweets:

- “At wedding of ugly woman; I now pronounce you husband and YIKES!!!”

- “What a day: First late to work, then slapped with more human rights violations, now my stapler is missing. WTF???”

- “Golden girls Season 5 comes out on blue ray Friday, CANT WAIT!!!”

- “Has it been more chilly than normal lately, or am I an insane crazy power hungry dictator?”

- “Girl Scout Cookies. OMG!!! I wish these thin mints were FAT MINTS!!!”

- “Death to America!”

- “I think half of my followers are just ads.”

- “Why don’t I tweet in Spanish?”

Straight Dope from the Pope

2010-05-13T10:01:00.000-07:00

This past week the pope called ‘abortions’ and ‘Gay marriages’ two of the most “insidious and dangerous” threats facing the world today. But when informed that allowing gay relationships would significantly lower the amount of abortions, and that allowing abortions would significantly lower the amount of gay people; the pope’s head exploded.

Will the Supreme Court finally open the X-Files?

2010-05-10T09:32:00.000-07:00

President Barack Obama nominated Solicitor General Elena Kagan to the Supreme Court today, prompting the question: “Did Scully eat Mulder?

REQUESTING OFF

2010-04-28T19:13:00.000-07:00

HARD CORE BABY

2010-04-14T23:20:00.000-07:00

The eye in Pirate or lack there of

2010-04-07T09:19:00.000-07:00

Pirates are known for having a bird on their shoulder. Pirates are also known for having an eye patch. I don't think this is a coincidence.

She may have made you take your clothes off, but I bet the dancing in the rain was your idea

2010-03-29T23:53:00.000-07:00

Ricky Martin may have just come out of the closet, but for the past ten years he's left the door wide open.

I WANT TO FORNICATE YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL

2010-03-28T21:13:00.000-07:00

There is nothing more romantic than letting that special someone at last call know, that you want to fuck them like an animal. But is fucking someone like an animal, all that it's cracked up to be? EWE DECIDE!

Pandas are such lazy animals that the males have a hard time even getting motivated to have sex. But recently zookeepers have found success in getting the pandas 'randy' by showing them 'Panda Porn'. And what is the number one favorite porno amongst the bears? You guessed it: 'Whamboo, Bamboo, thank you Mamboo'!

When male hippos court the opposite sex, they do so by defecating and flicking thier tail around to spread their feces in the sexiest way that they know how. The female hippo finds this move attactive and next is a game of horny horny hippo. I guess hippos are a lot like frat dudes; they can only get laid if they get a girl shitfaced.

The Female Hyenas not only have balls, but a clitoris the size of a dick. The male hyena then uses his dick to have sex with the female's dick. That's right; female hyenas have balls and dick. They also have a fur coat, deep voices and can be seen in West Hollywood snapping and calling people 'bitch'.

The Frigate Bird can inflate its red neck. Whoever has the biggest red neck, is the Brad Pit of a bunch of rednecks. If you have a small red neck; you're out. No chance. Not getting laid. EVER!

FRIGATE BIRD WITH SMALLEST RED NECK:

"Yeah, I got small red neck, I know it is the only thing we have that differentiates us. and I have the least attractive one...out where every EVERYBODY can see it, ALL THE TIME!!! But...you know, I wear it proudly...uh geez...YES! I know, the red part on my neck is not as big as everyone elses! WHAT DOES THAT MATTER? I mean really, it's not even our genitalia, who cares? I give good BEAK!!!! DOESN'T THAT ACCOUNT FOR ANYTHING!!!!"

As the frigate bird with the biggest red neck begins copulation with his soulmate, he covers her eyes, in case a bird with a larger spot on it's chest walks by; she won't leave him for the new bird. Hey Frigate Bird, I feel for you buddy. I understand why you do it, because we've all had that one relationship, that one where after it was over you say to yourself, "If only I only I would have covered her eyes! She would still be with me if only I had COVERED HER EYES! NONE of this would have happened, if only I had blocked her sight. That's what I get for letting her see stuff! We'd still be married if only that one time I would have OBSCURED HER VISION!"

Macaque monkeys attack their enemies, during their orgasm. That's a pretty bizarre, vengeful enemy.

"Call me a 'weirdo' huh? Right in front of everybody? Just you wait, Im gona get you back, right when you CUM!"

The monkeys are also known to use fruit for bartering, to see each others' privates.

FIRST MONKEY: "Um excuse me, but if I give you some bullshit apple, will you show me your vagina?"

OTHER MONKEY then slaps FIRST MONKEY

OTHER MONKEY: "What sort of monkey do you take me for...wait, did you say, 'some bullshit apple'? YES, I mean, I have my pride, but we're talking about a produce that is incredibly plentiful in our habitat! One apple for one unit of monkey vagina ogling coming right up!"

So we all know that it takes the average male dolphin 12 second to have sex. Which is weird to know that it sometimes takes longer to fart, than it takes dolphins to make a baby. I think that we should use it as a measure of time.

"...I'm almost home, I'll be there in three dolphin fucks."

"...Quit knocking! I'll be out of the bathroom in a dolphin fuck!"

But did we know that dolphins can retract their penis? Now if we had that ability I think the smuggling trade would have some more options. Como se dice...sir are you hiding anything in your reverse dick?

Banana Slugs are hermpherdites that can self fertilize. So, as a matter of fact, they actually can go fuck themselves! Sometimes a banana slugs' penis (which by the way is roughly the same size as the banana slug) get stuck inside another banana slug. If this happens and the slugs can't break free, one of the slugs will then chew off his own, or the other's penis so that they can seperate; or what the layman commonly refers to as 'apophallation'. WAIT! There's a word for that? That's right, the process of a banana slug chewing off somebody elses penis because they got their dick stuck in a vagina; is called 'apophallation'. The english language doesn't have a word for 'deja vu', but we have a word for when banana slugs get their dicks stuck in each other, and have to chew it off. Now normally when I learn a new word, I like to use it sometime within the next week. But I don't know, under what context, I will EVER be able to use the word 'apophallation'. Unless maybe I lie:

ME: "Hey boss, I just wanted to let you know, I had apophallation at the house, that's why I was late, so...but just wanted to let you know that's why I'm running a little behind today."

Although that would be awful if I got called out on it.

BOSS: "You mean to tell me, that the reason that you are late, is because you got your dick stuck in some banana slug's vagina, and it had to chew your dick off to get free?"

I dig myself deeper...

ME: It was actually the other way around...HIS dick in MY vagina.

One species of octopus has a penis that detaches to impregnate the female. That's all I need, for my penis to be detachable; with as often as I lose shit.

ME RANSACKING MY HOUSE FOR MY DICK: "Hey. I can't find my dick, will someone call it for me? You know I do this shit all the time....let's see, remember having it in the shower... damn, where, the...here's my passport, that's cool...but here the hell is my....I keep saying, 'Im going to start keeping it in the same place...Why I ever even take the thing off is beyond me!"

Straw Itch Mites have sex with their brothers and sisters at an alarming rate. Straw Itch Mites can be found in wet straw, thick carpeting and working at most Cracker Barrels.

The male wasp spider inserts it's genitalia inside the female, and then breaks part of it off and uses it as a cork to make sure his semen inseminates the female. That's a conversation you'll never hear human dudes say.

WASP SPIDER GARY "Hey man, I heard you broke your dick off in that chick?"

WASP SPIDER PHIL "Yeah, but the good news is though, she is DEFINATELY getting pregnant.

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NO OUTLET:

situations that eternally encircle

themselves and a cast of characters

each caught in their own perpetual

search for escape.

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HIP PANTS

2010-03-25T22:36:00.000-07:00

Today I just bought some hip pants. I also bought a shoulder shirt and a head hat.

A Treebute

2010-03-24T10:02:00.000-07:00

Yesterday a tree in my front yard died. So today I planted a tree in it's memory.

YO YO MA JOKES

2010-03-15T00:39:00.000-07:00

Yo Yo Ma so fat, he plays his cello like a violin.

Yo Yo Ma so rich, he can afford two first names.

Yo Yo Ma so prolific, he makes George Philip Telemann feel lazy.

Yo Yo Ma so classical, his mole wears a powdered wig.

Yo Yo Ma so ugly, he made George Harrison's guitar gently weep.

Yo Yo Ma so stupid, he thought Beethoven's 'Movement 2 from symphony number 7' was about poop.

Yo Yo Ma so prodigy, they called him firestarter, twisted firestarter.

Yo Yo Ma so lonely, his only friend is Phil Harmonic.

Yo Yo Ma so stanky, they gotta spray Right Guard on his orchestra pits.

Yo Yo Ma so vaudeville for Mozart, he once said, '...Requiem Mass in D Minor, Damn near Killedium Mass in D Minor!"

ASIAN ALBINO

2010-03-12T11:03:00.000-08:00

Geneticists are studying John Wong to find out what in his DNA led him to become an Asian Albino. The hopes are that they will soon learn how something so white can be so Wong.

Man Marries Pillow

2010-03-10T15:54:00.000-08:00

This week in South Korea, 28 year old Jin Gyu married dakimakua; a life size pillow bearing the image of a popular japanese anime character. I guess pillows are a lot like chicks; they're soft, you can make a fort out of 'em, and if you don't take care of them their feathers fall out.

OBAMA QUARTERS

2010-03-04T13:21:00.000-08:00

Quarters with Barrack Obama's picture on it have been turning up in many banks and businesses all over the country. The coins are apparently from a 2009 inauguration promotion. People who had ordered the presidential currency have said that while they were originally excited to get an Obama quarter, it wasn't exactly the change they had been promised.

LIVER SPOT ON JESUS, LOOKS LIKE JESUS!!!

2010-03-02T16:15:00.000-08:00

This week while visiting his dermatologist, Jesus's doctor noticed a liver spot on the back of Jesus that resembled Jesus. 'It's a miracle!' nurses of the local hospital exclaimed. Every year dozens of images that resemble the son of god are found in pancakes, waffles, toast, grapefruits, rocks, pieces of wood, but this was the first ever reported liver spot. Jesus himself said he noticed a resemblance, but said he personally thought the liver spot looked more like Val Kilmer.

'You know, like early Val Kilmer, before he got fat in the face.'

The doctor who discovered the liver spot (which as pictured above is seven liver spots down from the top and fourteen liver spots from the left) said he first became aware of the miraculous blemish when he noticed that a liver spot had disappeared, and then came back three days later.

Monkey Goes To Rehab

2010-03-02T10:02:00.000-08:00

A monkey in a zoo in Rostov Russia has picked up drinking and smoking from zoo visitors. The monkey is now being sent to rehabilitation since his new habits are causing aggression between him and the rest of the animals. Hmm, what's the name of a silly looking creature who's bizarre behavior causes problems amongst the monkees? How about Koko Ono?

DUBAI CAMEL BEAUTY PAGEANT

2010-02-26T10:26:00.000-08:00

This week dubai held their annual ‘Camel Beauty Pagant’. Controversy was sparked though when when of the camels was disqualified for showing off a little too much ‘Humantoe’

HOW TO NAME YOUR GRANDMA

2010-02-24T21:36:00.000-08:00

There is nothing more wonderful, than the miracle of having a grandma. Having a grandma will forever change your life, and bring so much joy in your home. But with having a grandma comes so much responsibility. There is feeding your grandma, putting gates up so your grandma won't fall down the stairs, putting those little plastic things in the electrical sockets so your grandma won't shock herself; all those safety precautions we do to keep a curious grandma wondering around the house safe. Grandmas don't come with an instruction booklet; you are on your own to figure out why the grandma is crying, what the grandma has in her mouth, and where she got it. But having a grandma is not all work, one of the most fun, and important parts of having a grandma, is naming it!!!

Now some people have a name all picked out before the grandma even arrives. Some people may wait a few days later. Traditionally people will name their grandma after someone in their family. For instance, my grandma is called; 'Uncle'.

I may not have all the answers, like; where do grandmas come from? Or why do new grandmas smell so good? But I do have a list of some of the hot new grandma names out there right now. It used to be that one in every three grandmas was called Ethel, and two in every three Ethels was called Myrtle. But now unique Grandma names are the hot new trend. Here are some of the most popular unique grandma names of the year.

Brittney

Gabe

Orange Peel

Dakota

Furniture Face

Dr. Patient

Jimberly

Fork

Lenny Beefstacks

Cindy

The Grandma formerly known as Grandpa

Hot Robbin

Mustache

Devoe

Pork Dorkleson

Toyota Sales Event

Moose

Crayontown

Biv

Garybeth

Deez Nuts

Abraham

Mouthy

Your Two Thousand and Ten Chicago Bulls!!!

Sandra

T.M.I.

Bell

and

Batman

Once you've named your grandma, ENJOY! Now all you have to do is teach your grandma tricks to impress your house guests!

KEVIN SMITH IS A BIG STAR

2010-02-23T23:41:00.000-08:00

It's been recently reported that famed director Kevin Smith was told that he was 'too big' to ride on a Southwest Airline flight. First of all; what is Kevin Smith doing riding Southwest airlines? Southwest is the 'greyhound bus' of the skies. Maybe that was the only venue that would screen MallRats 2.

Second; how exactly did that exchange go down?

Steward approaches Kevin Smith: Um, excuse me...

Kevin Smith then turns to his a female traveling companion: Oh boy...so embarrassing, you know I never will get used to this.

Female Traveling Companion: What? People asking for your autograph?

Kevin Smith: No, people telling me I'm too fat to be here.

ME AND A MONKEY

2010-02-17T07:57:00.000-08:00

I spent this whole day telling jokes to a monkey. The producers wanted the monkey to respond to my 'bad' jokes by him either covering his eyes, ears, or doing what they call a 'raspberry'. But what would happen though, is that I would tell the joke, the monkey would do nothing, then the trainers would awkwardly yell at the monkey for several minutes. I felt like I kept telling these jokes that would always end in a couple arguing. Eventually the producers decided to have the girl tell the joke, and have me react to the bad joke. So basically I took the monkeys spot. The monkey and I haven't talked since.

Science Non-Fiction

2010-02-15T21:34:00.000-08:00

We have no idea why we sleep. With all of our advances in science medicine, and technology, we are at a complete loss to why it is imperative for all living things to completely shut down for a third of their lives. We know what happens when we don't sleep; that it will drive us to the brink of madness. But we don't know what is happening with us that makes that happen. I think it's nothing more than a sign of how much further we have to go in evolution. There is a subconscious mentality that we as a species have reached where we need to be. We are no longer primates; we walk upright, we communicate, we use tools, we apply logic to problem solving; we have evolved to humans. We are the highest form of evolution. I think what we forget though, is that we are the highest form of evolution; so far. Of course we are the highest form of everything we ever were, but it's amazing that the way we look at monkeys, is how future humanity will look at us. We will continue to evolve, even though NASCAR and Spike TV are tough arguments against any evolution happening any time soon. Right now we look back and say, "Remember when we didn't have the internet, that's crazy right?" Eventually we will look back and say, "Remember when we didn't know why we sleep?" At some point all of man kind may become interconnected on the same frame of conscience, like an internet inside all of our brains. We may be done evolving physically, but mentally we may eventually begin to tap that 90% of the brain that we have no idea it's use for. Perhaps we don't know what it does, or why we sleep; because we're not ready for it. We have yet to evolve to a species that can use all of what our heads are capable of.

Now these are all science fiction type of thoughts, but so was Jules Vern notions of deep sea exploration and space travel. What was fodder for fantasy became fact.

This article posts eight things from literature that came true.

http://www.tutor.com/articles/articles.aspx?Id=48

And as I talked to fellow comedian David Angelo this past weekend about the idea of future human evolution, he turned me onto an incredibly interesting bit of sci-fi literature in a short story by Isaac Asimov about a computing machine called MultiVax written in 1956.Read the short story here: http://www.multivax.com/last_question.html , then return to the site's homepage at www.multivax.com to see multivax's eerie simularity to google, and wonder what other science fiction thoughts, will someday, become our reality.

2010-02-12T09:55:00.000-08:00

I was talking to someone this week about how so many times I have some time to kill, and I'll go on the internet, and have no idea what to do. I have the internet, everything in the entire world, an endless string of fascinating and interesting sites, right in front of me; and I check my gmail and my facebook, and then can't think of anywhere else to go. So I think I'm going to make it a point to find where there are interesting places on the world wide web to visit during one's lunch break and pass then along. For today I will pass along a video from comedian Alana Johnston; it's just completely absurd, cracks my shit up. Hope you enjoy, everyone have a great Friday, and I will see YOU, through a crack in the bathroom stall door!!!

2010-02-10T21:27:00.000-08:00

A 15 year old japanese girl has recently sold a book that she wrote via 'texts' on her cell phone. That means when she was hanging out with her friends while texting and someone said, "Geez what are you doing? Writing a novel?" Her response was, "As a matter of fact, yes I am" The same girl has also been reported to make phone calls from the bottom of a well, to regularly have some 'coffee with that sugar' and has never really 'walked much'. (By the way, the joke is not that these are all sarcastic things that people say to other people when they can't hear someone well on the phone, put too much sugar in their coffee, and trip; moreso that I'm an ignorant american that thinks people in Japan speak english.)

Comedy Contests...uhg

2010-02-10T10:47:00.000-08:00

Comedy Contests. They are the absolute worst. Nothing like going up in front of a bunch of strangers, figuring out some way to make them all laugh, somehow succeeding at that, then afterwards having someone coming up to you and saying, 'Wow, I can't believe you made all those people laugh. You do know you lost though right?"
Let's just have a good, fun time, why do people have to lose at that? It's the same feeling I have when I would unwrap a piece of candy, and the wrapper would say, 'Sorry, you lose!' when I didn't even know there was even a contest. i don't lose, I'm eating candy, I WIN!
What do I lose at wrapper? At opening up this candy? At life?
At least with candy you instantaneously found out your worth. Half the time when you open up a bottle of soda, underneath the cap it says, 'xj38fjufjo'. Then you have to go to some website. Log on. Put in the code. Then and only then do you find out that you failed.
That being said I am in another Comedy Contest. In theory people go to the website; take an hour and a half out of their life to watch all the comics, then fairly assess which comic is the best. In reality, its whoever can drive the most of their fans and friends to the website, and vote, once a day every day, from now until next tuesday at midnight. Which is why those who put the contest together agree to have the contest to begin with; as free advertising for their website. But still, with promises of work as a comic, it's enough to make one want to play the game. So if anyone is interested, you are more then welcome to go to the link below, give me vote, and then go to the homepage of the website, watch all the comics, then decide who you should have actually voted for.
Comedy Contest: http://www.like2laugh.com/comics/comedian.php?ent=nick%20vatterott

National Blogcast System: Raving and Raving

2010-02-09T03:29:00.000-08:00

A critic 'raves' about a new york city shop, then 'raves' on ecstasy.

National Blogcast System: Larry Blahblah

2010-02-06T14:23:00.000-08:00

Larry Blahblah was not accepted into the N.A.C.A. Convention this year so he has decided to blogcast a promotional video for his variety act on the National Blogcast System

WHAT DO I DO ALL DAY?

2010-02-04T21:01:00.000-08:00

This is dedicated to the great american comptroller Bob Kulhan, who's continuing support of my poobies is never taken for granted.

FASHION UPDATE!!!

2010-02-04T13:50:00.000-08:00

It's official, pea coats are IN! Poop pants are OUT!