I don’t know if anything could make this article awesomer… Maybe if we sent up a dozen WWE wrestlers (formerly the WWF until they lost the rights to these hippies) to REALLY teach the moon a lesson, but that would be just plain silly… or would it?
Personally, I like this idea too (courtesy of the insanely brilliant folks at Mr. Show - circa 1997, so you know they were WAY ahead of the curve):
And the kicker - I haven’t even seen it yet! “Whoa, Geoff, have you lost your gosh darned mind? How can you possibly suggest a film you haven’t even seen?” Well, let me tell you, imaginary guy who pops up from time to time to set me up with questions that are convenient to what I am trying to convey. The answer is simple: I trust the recommender AND the cast is chock full of people I (along with other people who have refined taste in moving pictures) see on screen and say, “Oh him (or her)… I really like him (or her). I remember him (or her) from ________ and he (or she) was really good in ________, so maybe I should check this out as well.”
And so on and so on. Anyway, I put it in my queue, and will report more on it it later.
World, meet your new superhero. Wherever there is trouble, wherever there is unrest, wherever there is evil, he shall be there, lurking in the shadows… waiting… to do…
Special thanks to Hagar for spotting him and alerting us. He should have called the Daily Planet, but he called us instead because our “pastrami incentive” is much, much better.
I have seen a lot of things in the kitchens and on the floors of a few eateries and I have always been impressed with the gargantuan balls on many of our fine friends in the foodservice industry who continue to make the world safe for anyone who is trying his or her best to “keep it real.”
Well, this/these motherfuckers are most certainly on the path to keeping it realer than most, and we salute them. Read about all their glory right here.
Well, it’s been a long wait, but Dudefest 2008 is upon us. Today is a day for dudes everywhere to celebrate their dudeness. If you have not already planned your own party, try to get in on someone else’s because it is destined to be one for the books. There will be beer, there will be tooters, there will be action movies, there will be deli meats, there will be (deli) cheeses (none of that fancy “fromage” stuff tonight), there will be video games, there will be games of skill, and there will be fun.
For those of you not in the know, please get in the know. The Brooknani Social Club is hosting a wicked Dudefest (probably the flagship of the franchise) and word on the street is that Garbage Kitty will be in the house (so you know it’s going to be a party). Faces be warned: there is a 99% change of meltage.
This hot poster just came in to us from J-Pop in the Bridgeport office. It says a lot about stuff and proves the ancient adage, “Anything involving mokeys is wicked awesome.”
Vince Lombardi would be proud (almost as proud as this guy).
Normally, the only thing we like about the French is kicking their frog-eatin’ asses, but today, if only for a moment, we are changing our tune. Our European field correspondent, Hagar, just tipped us off to a curious ad in French Playboy. If you’re a fan of the weird, semi-porn American Apparel (America - FUCK YEAH) print campaign that highlights jaded ladies who appear to be posing for borderline inappropriate photos in their drunk uncle’s basement (you know, the ones that inspired this parody from the late ’80s), then you’ll definitely like the French “not safe for work” version that goes the extra mile (I guess drunk uncles over there just don’t give a fuck).