So part of me thinks this is a poor online marketing drone having some fun (possibly on his way to unemployment) but the other part of me thinks that some “genius” in their online department went:
“HOLY SHIT. LETS USE MUFF DIVING TO SELL SEATS”
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God. Dammit. The dry, sardonic wit. The clever, incisive social commentary. The acuteness and accuracy of the parody. I think, honestly, the entirety of England probably watched The Hangover with a sense of proud pity. Like when your retarded cousin got really excited when he managed to hard boil an egg with only minimal assistance.
FUCK YES. FUCK. YES.
The Dewey Decimal System is thoroughly confused by this entry
I meant to post this a while ago, and Carter’s post just reminded me. Also he reminded me thoughtfully last night with a text that read:
“Why do you hate our blog? Look I know you wanted a girl, but he loves you so much. He even has your eyes.”
To which I said: Nothing. I said nothing, but I did decide before falling asleep that I would due my duty and at the very least pay child support. Which is to say, post a video and say almost nothing about it.
BTW if the person responsible for these pranks happens across this blog, know only this. Your wit is quick, your cynicism biting and your targets unsuspecting. You are a champion.
Holy fucking shit. How many times have you heard ”CUT THAT BITCH OFF” or “I COME IN THE NAME OF JESUS YOU MOTHERFUCKER” on a televangelist’s show? YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS WHOLE THING. The callers at the end are priceless.
“WHAT CHU KNOW BOUT THA LORD?!”
Uhm really nothing, but if you could sell that ability to effortlessly fly through Yosemite, I’m in.
Wait is that back wheel big? Or is your girlfriend just fat?
Uma Thurman is trying to kill us
So did the phone call go something like this? "Look mom, I'm quitting Quiznos and becoming a tertiary market automotive model... ... ... Look it's that or porn... ... ... I'M TIRED OF BEING CALLED A MIDGET"
I’ve never called any one a “blow job.” Never. Occasionally you can call someone a “boner” and it can be REALLY funny, but this just doesn’t work. You don’t try and piss someone off by offering them blowie time and I’m pretty this dude isn’t reminding the player about his dental hygiene. So in short: either meet the dude behind the dumpster after the game, or drop the puck already.
Wait did anyone know these existed?
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