80s Snake Drug PSA
this really perpetuates a lot of negative stereotypes about drug dealers.
Japanese Game Show – Tongue Twisters and Crotch Shots
kinda like family feud, only a completely different game with a bunch of japanese dudes getting hit in the nuts.
F4 Phantom Jet Atomizes
whoever made this video without putting “Rock You Like A Hurricane” in the background really blew it.
Traffic Pole vs. Truck
ditto.
Eugene Mirman – Sexpert
cuz Eugene Mirman fucking rules.
Polysics – I My Me Mine
they’re like weird robots sent back in time to teach us all how to rock. that or a serious devo throwback. you decide.
Darth Vader Being A Smartass
star wars humor on the internet? now i’ve seen everything.
Loose Tires
much like shitting your pants, this happens to everyone at least once.
Weird Water Drops Strobe Light Experiment
if you, like, tape pictures to your ceiling fan… and then you look at ’em in the strobe… man…. it’s like… whoa…. it’s like you’re watching a movie, man…
Schaefer Beer Commercial
consider that beer sold, my friend.
You’ve gotta give it up to anyone who’s appeared on every shitty sitcom for the past two decades and is still just “that guy.†You know—like you look at that picture of him and go “Oh! It’s that guy!†He popped up on some show we were watching and Jo said to me “Isn’t that the guy who always plays someone’s best friend and always has, like, a sub in his hand?†We laughed, but it was a little depressing to me. What I should have said was “No, actually. That’s Michael G. Hagerty. He played the part of the Coroner in a 1987 episode of Married With Children called ‘You Better Watch Out.’ He also played the part of Billy Pratt—Dean Proffitt’s best friend—in the 1987 Kurt Russell/Goldie Hawn vehicle Overboard. Any other questions?†Here’s lookin at you, Hagerty: you totally rule. Now finish that sub and give Kurt Russell a hand with that firewood.
One day, back in 1975, John Trubee was sitting on his ass behind a cash register at a convenience store in Princeton, New Jersey. He was bored out of his mind. Wouldn’t you be if you were sitting behind a cash register at a convenience store in Princeton, New Jersey? What would you be doing? Reading? Doodling? Sudoku? Not John Trubee. Instead of wasting his time with some sort of piddling nonsense like number games or reading a book, John Trubee decided to take advantage it. He decided to do something. He picked up a pen, grabbed a piece of paper, and started to write. The words poured out of him like they had been inside him all along, just waiting to get out:
“Well I’ll be a son of a … Larry! You old salty dog, you! How the hell have you been? Wow! That’s great to hear! Really? Married? No shit… that’s crazy. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Geez. Oh… wow. Sorry to hear that, Larry. 47 days without a drink? Can you imagine us going that long back in college? No, no… I know. Well, you know what they say about the road to recovery. 12 steps and all that… How’s things otherwise? Oh… cool, cool. How IS the automated parking meter industry these days? I’ve always wondered about that. I keep seeing more and more of those, umm… what do you call it? The kind where there’s just one parking meter for the whole block. Crazy. Anyway, hey, I gotta get going, man. Yeah… I got some stuff I gotta go take care of. But hey, listen, man… we should totally hang out sometime.†Yeah, right. “We should totally hang out sometime†totally fucking sucks!