Monday, December 29, 2014

Dr. F-something

"We're going to put you in a wheel-barrow and leave you under that awning.  That way you can keep an eye on my new Mercedes."


Dr. F-something is a skinny Indian dude who always looks like he's midway through a 112 hour shift.  He never has anything good to say.

"You see, we're running dangerously close to hitting forty percent occupancy."

"Is my bed on fire?" I ask, plaintively.

"What are you doing with that hacksaw?  You're planning on cutting off one of my limbs, aren't you?  As long as I get some morphine, I guess it's okay," I say.

Dr. F-something flips through my chart.  He says, "How long have you been taking omeprazole?"

He stops flipping and stares directly into my eyes.  Judging from the look on his face I'm obviously having a pulmonary embolism.  I thought it would hurt more.  He stares for a couple seconds more, then says, "The bed fire can be extinguished with a pinch of baking soda."

"I read that on the internet," he adds.

Just then Dr. McQueen runs in.  He is on a butterfly hunt.  The rare creature lands on my nose and Dr. McQueen's net drops over my head.

"This will look great in my den next to the turtle," he says.

Dr. F-something and I intently watch McQueen reach into the net (and the end of my nose), grab the butterfly by the legs, and run out as quickly as he ran in.

"I need your arms for my Halloween costume.  It'll be hilarious.  And your legs go to a friend of mine, Dr. Strangelove."

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Comedy Comes From Pain

So, I tried killing myself the other day.  There I said it.  The back story is another fall and this time a broken hip.  But I got a nifty corner room with electric draperies in the hospital and they rebuilt my hip with surplus NASA materials.




Since I don't keep a handgun in the house (or I would have turned it on myself years ago), the problem became a question of just how to do it.  I used to have a verbose description of the methods open to me, but that read all fucked up so I deleted it.  Let's just say my method was amazing, fun, and it involved an Oprah movie.

Here's a couple links that made sense for inclusion yesterday.  299 Words,  A Day.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Exclamation Point

Let's examine the exclamation point, shall we?  It's the Ranch dressing of the punctuation world.  It's like croutons on a salad.


It livens up any bland statement.  Please see the following for some real world examples of statement livening.

"The jury found the teen guilty.  They sentenced him to death."

Pretty drab.  Now see what happens when we add an exclamation point. 

"The jury found the teen guilty.  They sentenced him to death!"

Other examples of an exclamation point bringing a sentence to life:

"The plane crash killed everybody on board!"

"I have a sexually transmitted disease!"

It can also be used to show sarcasm. 

"Your new haircut is nifty!"

"This potato salad is really good!"

The versatility of the exclamation point is almost as good as this bottle of vodka.  Feeling blue?  Let's add an exclamation point to your sentences!  Still feeling down?  Have a glass of vodka.

This Life is Beyond Wonderful!

Today I examine a Christmas classic.  Rocky, of the liquor store, also sells deeply discounted DVDs, and I couldn't justify buying the actual movie, "It's a Wonderful Life," so I picked up, "Henry Potter and the Financial Crisis."  He assured me that it was "just as good" as a real Harry Potter movie and the bottle of vodka was inexpensive too.  So, it was a "win-win" situation.


This follows the day-to-day activities of Henry Potter, who owns a payday loan store.  Instead of a wand he points a pen at customers, and growls things like, "Where's my fucking money, you fucking deadbeat?  And tell your fucking kids to stop looking at me."

Sometimes he growls at employees to, saying things like, "The fucking line at your window is backing up you fucking dumb-ass."

Despite Potter's surly disposition, he proves to be an important source of liquidity during the financial crisis brought on by the reckless practices of George Bailey, owner of Bailey Financial Group, played by an obviously drunken Jimmy Stewart.


He made dangerous sub-prime loans all over Bedford Falls and then insured them, telling his banker pals during one of his extensive Martini lunches, "What could possibly go wrong?"

He decides to jump off a bridge (which seems totally reasonable - given that he has nearly destroyed the economy of Bedford Falls) but is accidently saved by a guardian angel, who thought Bailey was somebody else.  The angel says, "Goddammit, you're not Paulson!  I'm in the shit now."


The movie then plods along for two more hours.  I could have done without the lengthy (and graphic) domestic violence scene.  Luckily I had this bottle of vodka.  I feel ripped off and won't be getting anymore movies from the liquor store.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Binder Clip

Today I examine the binder clip.  Because Steve is in the jail laundry room fighting off the advances of Bogs, I'm fresh out of ideas.  Steve was the idea man, as well as the expert photographer.  So, I started opening cabinets, came across a box of binder clips, and shouted, "Eureka!"


My buxom office assistant Jenna came rushing in, broke a heel, and said, "What is it Mr. Thornhill?"

"You broke a heel."

"Yeah I know.  What should I do, Mr. Thornhill?"

"I think you should take your shirt off."

"If you say so Mr. Thornhill."

Jenna sat on the corner of my mahogany desk and started unbuttoning her shirt -

Oh, wait, that didn't actually happen quite that way.  What actually happened was I opened a cabinet and came across this box of binder clips that I took from my last job.  I shouted, "I guess that will do."

The lady upstairs said, "What?"

I politely replied, "Nothing, you disgusting bitch-hole."

Anyway, I wish I still had that job.  It was pretty cushy.  It's a shame but I got fired for allegedly stealing office supplies.  What a fucking injustice that was.

So, let's examine the binder clip.  It's for attaching a lot of papers together - when there are too many for a paper clip.  They come in different sizes too.  That's about all there is to say about binder clips.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Gold Rush S05E09 - a review

Welcome to the ninth installment of my series, entitled, 'Is This Stupid Show Over Yet?'  In this groundbreaking series, I ask none of the questions that have been plaguing historians for decades.  I also ask none of the questions that have been plaguing theologians for thousands of years, such as, "What is the nature of life?" and, "Why does God hate me so much?"


I may just quit doing these stupid reviews.  In fact, I think I will.  So there.  It's the same old shit they did last week.  It's essentially Deadliest Catch but with almost no chance of Todd Hoffman falling overboard.


Here's the title screen.


Here, Todd Hoffman enjoys a jelly donut despite warnings from his doctor.


And finally, Todd Hoffman tries to get into shape for the upcoming mining season.

Fuck this show.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

A Christmas Story

Today we, I mean I, (Steve is in the county jail fending off the advances of a group of men in the projection room) have a complete and totally thorough look at the baby Jesus - who was eaten by the three wise men.  But I'm getting ahead of myself.


According to this picture above, the baby Jesus only had hay to sleep on.  He didn't even have a pillow.  But he had a gold colored crown that Joe picked up at a nearby pawn shop for $7.99.  I don't know just what the baby Jesus is looking at.  It could be a flying saucer.

There aren't many accounts of the unfolding scene at the manger, but one of them suggests cannibalism.  The song 'Silent Night' portrays the baby Jesus as being "tender and mild," which can only mean that he was eaten.  I bet it was the three wise men who ate him, but we'll never know for certain.  Towards the end of the song (nobody ever gets this far) the lyrics suggest that the baby Jesus "tasted like pork."

At any rate, the baby Jesus is honored atop Christmas trees the world over.  I recall precious childhood memories of the installation of the baby Jesus ornament.

"Stephen, do you want anymore dirt?" said mom.

"No thanks mom!"

"You better eat all the dirt she put on your plate, you little shit.  Dirt doesn't grow on trees you know." said father.

After we finished our dirt it was time for father to install (plug in) the ornament.  He would take a big drink out of his can of beer, and in a scene repeated throughout Christian households, the baby Jesus would light up and start spinning.

REO Speedwagon

Today I focus on the inspirational music of REO Speedwagon.  Normally WE would write this article but Steve got behind on child support so they threw him in jail.  In case you were wondering, Steve's son, Timmy, is doing great!  Thanks to medication, little Timmy no longer starts fires and has learned that cats don't like water.  Unfortunately, neither Steve nor his ex-wife can afford military school so for now the public school system will have to do.  Anyway, today it's just me.


To compliment religious TV (I can't afford cable) I've been listening to the collective inspirational works of REO Speedwagon.  Below is a list of some of their early hits.  This is not an exhaustive list.

The early songs of REO
Keep Pushin
Ridin' the Storm Out
Roll with the Changes (could easily be reclassified)
Only the Strong Survive

But the 80s came along and REO was caught flat-footed (whatever that means) so they had to adapt.  Their plan was to turn into a soft rock band.  Soft rock means that the drummer restrains himself so as not to offend dentists.


The latter (shitty) songs of REO are legion and make one want to drink gasoline to induce vomiting.  Their biggest hit from that period, 'When Loving Lovers Love' is shown below.



Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Christmas Songs

Today we go under the hood and examine the lyrics of some popular Christmas songs. As you will see, some of them are rather outdated, while some are downright messed up.




Joy to the World

Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
(Elvis?)
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.

Joy to the world, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
(Floods?  Surely Elvis wouldn't ruin our crops.  I guess we live in a feudal society.)
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
(The ground is infested with thorns?  Fuck you, Elvis.)
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.
(This whole passage makes us think of a North Korean dictator.)

Jingle Bells

Dashing through the snow
On a one horse open sleigh
(What did you feed this horse?  Does this sleigh have air bags?)
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way
(I must have missed the joke.)
Bells on bob tail ring,
(What the hell is a bob tail?)
making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing
(I'm not having fun.  Why is everybody drunk?)
A sleighing song tonight
(This sleigh is a death trap.)

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
(Yeah, yeah, the amazing virgin birth.)
Holy Infant so tender and mild
(The three wise men ate the baby Jesus?  Sick!  I guess they must have been hungry after that long trip.)
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Saviour is born
Christ, the Saviour is born
(It should be 'was' not 'is.' But whatever, that's the least of my problems with these songs.)

Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
(For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have mashed potatoes, stuffing, and cranberries.)
With dawn of redeeming grace
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Gold Rush S05E08 - a review

Today we examine Discovery Channel's show, Gold Rush.  Just like we did last week, we'll offer up an invasive account of Todd Hoffman's trip to the supermarket.  Will he get the store-brand frozen pizza or will he get a DiGiorno?  Will he wait until he gets to the car or to pop open that can of Pringles or will he eat them before the commercial?  At any rate, this is the eighth installment of our series, entitled, 'The Joke Is On Me.'



Parker and his crew discuss moving their gold mining operation to the end of this rainbow.


A Hoffman crew member arms the siren on their pile of shit. 


Scrappers attempt to steal Tony Beets' pile of shit.


"I can't believe they took my ******* pile of shit."


"... did they get the whole frigging pile of shit?"

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Multiple Choice

Below is a super-important quiz.  We use it to weed out unqualified readers, or we could have a crazy person running around in here.  You will be scored on punctuality, appearance, and how well you fit into the group.


Please answer the following.

1) The word amazing is _________.
  • amazing
  • nifty
  • nasty
  • crappy
2) There is nothing more  _________ than the word amazing.
  • overused
  • stupid
  • amazing
  • this is dumb
3) I plan on discontinuing the use of all other adjectives.
  • True
  • False
4) This post-it note is _________.
  • tasty
  • green, you color blind motherfucker.
  • amazing 
  • beyond amazing 

5) The alien spaceship on the White House lawn is _________.

  • okay, I suppose
  • going to kill our president
  • gleaming in the afternoon sun.  I bet it's made out of aluminum. 
  • going to kill our leaders with its death rays.  I'm glad I'm not in Congress.

 6) This grace is _________.

  • amazing
  • amazingly amazing
  • epic
  • really amazing

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The Amazing Amazing Amazing

This amazing amazing is rather amazing.  The amazingly amazing amazing is amazing.  One amazing thing amazing, amazing, amazing, amazing.  Amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing.

The amazing, fucking amazing, amazing amazing.  Below is amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing.


Isn't amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing nifty amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing amazing?

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Copernicus

Copernicus, first name Earl, is believed to have been born in 1473 in Thorn, an unincorporated hamlet located in Royal Prussia. Among historians there is widespread disagreement as to precisely where Royal Prussia is located, some believing it to be near Russia, others insisting that it's in Poland. What remains clear is that we may never know.



Nostradamus, first name Dustin, a favorite drinking buddy of Copernicus, was an uncredited influence on some of his most famous theories, including the heliocentric theory of the solar system. Scribbling drawings on bar napkins with a number zero pencil (it would be centuries later until the development of the number two pencil) the duo explored the depths of astronomy.

In 1499 the two were often seen together at O'Leary's pub in New South Hamptonshire in London, England. Despite lacking proper scientific equipment, they fashioned a telescope out of a rocks glass that happened to be poorly manufactured, and thus allowed light to refract and magnify distant objects. This led to Copernicuses famous theory of Heliocentricity, which remains to this day as one of the standout theories developed while drunk.

Stated simply, the theory states that the Earth is not the center of the universe and actually revolves
around the Sun. Of course, these names were not widely used in the 15th century. His original theory,
published in the Washington Post in 1501, ran under the headlline "Lumpy dirt ball spins around yellow fire ball."

Sadly, he died at some point and never lived to see the legacy of his discoveries. The legacy of his
discoveries being that he was totally wrong. It was proven years after his death that the Earth is not a
ball but somewhat flat, more like Ashlee Simpson's singing, and the Sun is held in place by a large Space Stick, which allows it to move from side to side much like a pendulum in an upside down grandfather clock.

Lobotomy

Today we look at getting a lobotomy.  We've always wanted one for Christmas but last year we got an Amazon gift card.  Amazon sells everything so it was probably a good idea.


Happiness is a mental disorder and we're supposed to pursue it.   Here we thought that a lobotomy was the way to go.  Anyway, the declaration of independence was written a few thousand years ago when our country (pre-selected by God - his favorite place) was run by wealthy white men who liked to wear silver wigs.  When they said, "all men are created equal" that's just what they meant.  No exceptions!  Screw poor people, women, minorities, people who can't afford silver wigs, dogs, geriatrics, the handicapped, and everybody not specifically mentioned in the previous paragraph.  Thomas Jefferson pushed for this clause but got out-voted.  An example of who they had in mind when this was written was Ernest Shackleton.

What's wrong with the picture below?



Yes, you're correct!  Very good!  Nice work!

I should have been a teacher.

Anyway, how the fuck should I know what your answer was?  If your answer was, "The driver of that sailing ship got stuck in a snowbank" then you got it right.  We will also accept, "Shackleton was an idiot."

Shackleton was an insane Englishman who previously chased butterflies in the Galapagos islands.  He also studied Malaria, Cholera, and Polio.  He died of Syphilis.  Because he was so wealthy, he had all this spare time on his hands, one day he got bored, and said to his wife - who was having the servants make some toast, "I think I'll lead an expedition to the South Pole and drive my ship into a snowbank and then we can make snow angels."

His wife said, "You better wear a heavy coat.  It's pretty cold down there." 

So, he put an ad in the local newspaper.  It read, "Wanted: Virile men needed for expedition to South Pole.  Will probably die a horrible death.  Due to tax laws, can only pay 1 pence per day as a contractor - 1099."

Upon his triumphant return that very same newspaper printed, "SHACKLETON RETURNS!  NOT EVERY CREWMEMBER DIED!"

What's our point?  We forget.  Something about a lobotomy.  Oh yeah, we want one for Christmas.  Or an amputation.  Amputees always have a good disposition.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Poetry

Since I'm obviously a talented and accomplished writer, I wanted to find out if I could write poetry too.  As it turns out, I'm a brilliant poet as well.  I'm probably in the top fifty of living poets who have a blog.  Below are some of my latest brilliant pieces.  Some of these are so brilliant that they seem terrible.  It's okay if you mis-read them the first few times.

BTW, you might want to cover little Timmy's eyes - the following poems contain adult language and situations.  Although little Timmy has seen and heard much worse, let's pretend that your parenting skills can make a difference at this late stage.


Poetry
Poems don't need to rhyme
Or have any particular format
Whatsoever!
Like this piece of shit

Apartment
I wish there
Was a window
In this apartment
It's very dark in here
And cold

Adolf & Eva
Hi honey, how was your day?
One of the furnaces broke
What did you do?
We had to shoot people

I bet that was hard on the men
 Yeah, then they ran out of ammo
What did you do?
We buried them alive

I bet that was hard on the men
Then the excavator threw a track
What did you do?
We had to strangle them

One For the Children
Here’s one for you kids, it’s wholesome and fun!
No adult stuff, its recess time, let’s all run!
Bears and birds and balloons and clowns!
Come on Timmy, turn that frown upside down!

Learning is fun, let’s sing a song!
If you can’t sing, just play along!
Before you know it, all of you will be smart!
Come on Timmy, can’t you play your part?

Jenny wants to be an astronaut, Billy a cop!
Lindsay a nurse and Tony will push a mop!
Each of you are special, everyone just pick!
Come on Timmy, why do you look sick?

We all have to fit in, we all have our place!
Tommy wants to spray protesters with mace!
Do as I say, don’t disrupt the rest!
Come on Timmy, why are you such a pest?

So come along now and I won’t tell your mother!
I never had such trouble with your brother!
Don’t be late!  Don’t make a mistake!
Come on Timmy, don’t ruin your fate!

A job, a wife and some kids make a life!
I can’t be any more concise!
I give up, you just don’t pay attention!
Go on Timmy, go to your detention!

Friday, November 28, 2014

Gold Rush S05E07 - a review

Today (or tonight -  I don't know when you're reading this) we review Discovery channel's super mega-hit, extra-special, massively massive, Gold Rush TV show, which follows Todd Hoffman in his attempt to take everyone's money while promising nebulous returns.  This is part seven of our 475 part series, entitled, "Why Would You Give the Hoffman's a Half Million Dollars?"



Todd Hoffman asks these tourists if they can spare $300,000.  It seems he needs the money to catch a bus and get some potato salad. 


Jack Hoffman says not to worry because Nancy is on the way and she makes a delicious potato salad.  They just need to find 60 pounds of potatoes after the next commercial. 


"Wouldn't you rather have some macaroni salad?  You don't have to decide until after the next commercial."


"No potatoes here."


"I think a Viking song about rowing is in order.  Just substitute the word potato for boat.  Let's get ******** started."


"No potatoes here."


"I have a good feeling about this ground.  I think we'll find lots of potatoes."


Tony Beets gets 15% of Parker's potato salad. 


"Guys, there are no potatoes here.  It looks like we're going to have to go to Russia.  We need lebensraum for miners.  Dad can you lead us in prayer?"

Steve's Photography

Steve wanted to show off his photography, which he is rather proud of, so he asked me put these pictures on my blog.  I said, "You know, you can have your own blog.  It's not a big deal."

He replied, "You know I can't work a fucking computer!  Besides, the fuckers don't work right around me because of the plate in my head.  Would you just do it?"

"Okay, okay!  But you have to get me a Big Mac."

"Sounds like a fair deal."


A Big Mac. 


Here's what it really looked like. 


Steve ran into a nearby office and took this picture of the lobby.  The receptionist called the police but Steve didn't wait around to see what was going to happen next.  He figured they were going to take his camera-phone and beat him with their batons.


This is Steve's half-sister at her graduation ceremony.  Actually, it was an online college so the place only had a mailbox at a UPS store.  So, we took Shelley to the mall and Steve snapped this photo so we could look back at Shelley's proud day. 


This angry duck stole Steve's hamburger. 


There's something in this photo but we don't remember.  Steve thinks it's Bigfoot. 


This is Steve's youngest half-sister Brittany posing in front of the liquor store.


Steve's cat - Mr. Vanderbilt. 

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Beating a Dead Horse

I guess it's perfectly fine to beat a dead horse but what about a live one?   Why would you* want to abuse an animal?  It might just kick you in the head if you're not careful, like it did to our photographer, Steve.  That plate in Steve's head always puts the security screeners on edge, so today's lesson is not to abuse a horse.

We sent Steve out to get a picture of a horse on his camera-phone for this blog but he didn't want to go.  He said, "No fucking way!  I'm not getting near one of those motherfuckers!  Fuck you!  I can't go into an airport without a bunch of fucking pigs drawing down on me, fucker!"

Then he flipped his cigarette at us and ran off down the street and into the liquor store.  What a strange time to want a bag of Skittles.  Anyway, being Steve-less we had to come up with this rendering of a horse.  We think it turned out pretty good.  Can you tell it's a Clydesdale?


*Berating the reader is one of the few acceptable reasons to use the second person POV. 

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Positive Statements

We're going to focus on the positive, because negativity can get you down.  As mother always said, "Fuck you, negativity!"  She also said, "Don't wear your sisters clothes - Jesus will cut your dick off."  Anyway -


Positive statements

  • The Trivago guy is better than a leaking barrel of toxic waste.
  • The State Farm commercials are better than being sodomized by a prison guard with a migraine and a broken off mop handle.
Let's add an exclamation point to increase the positivity.

Positive statements but with an exclamation point to increase the positivity

  • The Nationwide commercials are better than being told, "... if you don't convert to Islam we'll cut your fucking head off!  Hey infidel, is that the new iPhone?  My contract is up soon!"
  • The GEICO commercials are better than getting run over by a dump truck with a double rear axle!
  • As one gets older, winter gets shorter and shorter!  (assuming one hates winter)
  • Waking up next to a dead hooker isn't that unusual!  Don't panic!
  • Commercials with Blake Griffin are better than a sexually transmitted disease!

NFL Player Names

Today we look at some (many) of the strange names that seem to be legion in the NFL.  One Sunday the name Tyrod flashed on our screen.  Apparently nobody objected when Tyrod's proud mother named her son after a front suspension part of a car.

But our favorite player is Plaxico Burress.  "We have to go back to Lowe's.  I forgot to pick up a roll of Plaxico."  Or, "I'm glad this Plaxico is really thick.  That monkey is really angry.  He'd tear us apart."

This list is not comprehensive but it's pretty darn long.


Buffalo Bills
88 Marquise Goodwin
48 MarQueis Gray
66 Seantrel Henderson
  • I believe it's pronounced 'Marcus.'  I bet Mr. Gray has a lot of trouble ordering checks. 
Miami Dolphins
33 LaMichael James
11 Mike Wallace
70 Ja'Wuan James
  • Isn't Wallace a little old to be playing football?
 New England Patriots
54 Dont'a Hightower
30 Duron Harmon
  • The Hightower guys name doesn't make any sense to anyone at the intersection.  I wasn't able to get any useful data.  Of the people who put down their window, one said, "Fuck off, creep!"  The other said that I should, "Go fuck myself," which is clearly impossible.
  • I think Duron is a battery.  They've always worked well for me. 
New York Jets
60 D'Brickashaw Ferguson
95 Antwan Barnes
37 Jaiquawn Jarrett
  • Brickashaw just wasn't quite weird enough already, so his mother added the ''D'. '
Baltimore Ravens
  • Nothing jumped out at us. 
Cincinnati Bengals
55 Vontaze Burfict
51 Jayson DiManche
53 Marquis Flowers
21 Darqueze Dennard
  • Burfict gets a high score for a name that starts with the letter V. 
  • "Be sure to put some Darqueze on both sides of that board."
Cleveland Browns
67 Ishmaa'ily Kitchen
36 K'Waun Williams
  • Ishmaa'ily Bathroom just doesn't sound right - like Kitchen does.
 Pittsburgh Steelers
53 Maurkice Pouncey
41 Antwon Blake
  • Must be a typo on the birth certificate.  
 Houston Texans
23 Arian Foster
10 DeAndre Hopkins
80 Andre Johnson
13 Damaris Johnson
82 Keshawn Martin
11 DeVier Posey
90 Jadeveon Clowney
  • So, this Foster guy is a white supremacist?  
Indianapolis Colts
37 Zurlon Tipton
30 LaRon Landry 
  • "Yes, commander Zurlon, we are orbiting planet Zoloft.  Should I inform ambassador Paxil?"
Jacksonville Jaguars
11 Marqise Lee
89 Marcedes Lewis
99 Sen'Derrick Marks
  • "Audi was taken.  Let's just spell Mercedes with an A."
  • "We present the honorable senator Marks."
Tennessee Titans
90 DaQuan Jones
97 Karl Klug
  • Karl's middle name is his grandfather's first name, Kevin.  
Denver Broncos
88 Demaryius Thomas
93 Quanterus Smith
94 DeMarcus Ware
38 Quinton Carter
  • "Yes, commander Zurlon, the star in this solar system is a type M.  It's called, Quanterus."
 Kansas City Chiefs
35 Charcandrick West
88 Junior Hemingway
92 Dontari Poe
  • A descendant of Ernest? 
  • Dontari should go by E.A. 
Oakland Raiders
28 Latavius Murray
49 Jamize Olawale
12 Brice Butler
17 Denarius Moore
85 Kenbrell Thompkins
81 Mychal Rivera
  • What the hell is a Brice? 
  • What the hell is a Kenbrell? 
  • What the hell is a Latavius?  It must be from the Bible. 
  • "I want to name him Michael, but let's fuck up the spelling."
San Diego Chargers
89 Ladarius Green
58 Tourek Williams
  • "You can stop the bleeding by using a Tourek."
Dallas Cowboys
90 DeMarcus Lawrence
56 Dekoda Watson
  • America's team 
New York Giants
43 Orleans Darkwa
98 Damontre Moore
53 Jameel McClain
35 Quintin Demps
  • Let's go to Orleans for Gras.
Philadelphia Eagles
  • Nothing that leaps out at us.
Washington Redskins
11 DeSean Jackson
  • Like the famous Spanish conquistador, DeSoto. 
Chicago Bears
25 Ka'Deem Carey
32 Senorise Perry
95 Ego Ferguson
  • Let's watch the Senorise. 
  • See also the id, the Ferguson, and the super-Ferguson. 
Detroit Lions
66 LaAdrian Waddle
54 DeAndre Levy
  • These are pretty mainstream. 
Green Bay Packers
26 DuJuan Harris
98 Letroy Guion
95 Datone Jones
  • I use only Datone recordable DVDs.

Minnesota Vikings
  • We're getting so tired of this topic. 
Atlanta Falcons
77 Ra'Shede Hageman
  • Blah blah blah. 
Carolina Panthers
34 DeAngelo Williams
10 De'Andre Presley
57 Adarius Glanton
  • More fucked up names.
New Orleans Saints
29 Khiry Robinson
12 Marques Colston
  • Khiry is on the Marques.
Tampa Bay Buccaneers
54 Lavonte David
26 Crezdon Butler
38 Dashon Goldson
  • "Would you like some Crezdon on your toast?" 
Arizona Cardinals
98 Frostee Rucker
  • His parental units were going to name him 'Ice Cream Sandwich' but that seemed kind of crazy.  
St. Louis Rams
20 Lamarcus Joyner
47 Marcus Roberson
  • How many variations of Marcus have we seen?
San Francisco 49ers
81 Anquan Boldin
  • Better than Antwan.
Seattle Seahawks
87 RaShaun Allen
  • The big discussion in the hospital room was whether to name the baby Allen

Friday, November 21, 2014

Gold Rush S05E06 - a review

Today we examine Discovery Channel's hit show, Gold Rush.  This is the sixth installment of our five million part series, entitled, 'I Wonder If They Will Find Enough Gold After This Commercial.'



Santa Claus asks, "What would you like for Christmas little boy?" 


Tony Beets decides that playing around in the dirt all day is "for the ******* birds" and he'd rather "have some ****** mashed potatoes." 


Parker explains to the camera that he'd like some mashed potatoes too. 


Todd Hoffman explains that he tried the potatoes diet but he was always hungry.


Todd Hoffman explains that he tried the gravy diet too but was always hungry.


Todd Hoffman explains that he tried the the peas and carrots diet as well but was always hungry.


Instead he's having a bowl of dirt. 


"I bet you want a bright red race car, don't you, little boy?  Why don't you jump up here and sit on Santa's lap?"


Dave Something squishes his forehead together and speaks in Klingon.


This woman has been in the show lately.  I don't get it.  She doesn't even mine for gold.