Friday Thoughts and Links
Random thoughts on this rainy/sunny New York Friday as yesterday’s Shmeg Warrior also finds he needs his gallstone removed:
The Michael Jackson tributes continue, and all I can think about is Rockwell.
Poor Rockwell. Who will sing his chorus now. Won’t somebody think of Rockwell?
What’s with celebrity 1980s muscle-guys doing cameos in comedies where they beat up one of the lead characters? First it was Lou Ferrigno in I Love You, Man putting the sleeper hold on Jason Segel. Then Mike Tyson punching the fat bearded guy in The Hangover. What’s next? Please let it be Mr. T punching out Mylie Cyrus.
It could happen.
Here’s your Friday Links:
Cracked.com with a nice decoding of tatt location meaning. Good work Cracked. I always preferred you to Mad.
I can’t tell if I find this new Burger King ad campaign hilarious or desperate for attention, or both.
Douchery in Deutschbagland. For the historians among us, an important artifact of Germanic douchescrotery is Leni Riefenstahl’s 1930s work on the power of fascist name-branding, Triumph of the Gel.
Yeah. I just made a Leni Riefenstahl joke. Beat that, Perez Hilton.
If you thought future Hall of Scrote member E-Blo would finally show a facial reaction when embracing a half-naked guy instead of a boozy bar hott, you thought wrong.
Ed Hardy is now branding sneakers. And another piece of the future shrivels up and dies like beached plankton.
Breaking News: Hollywood Giggle Hott Anna Faris marries a goofy flagsack. Yeah, he’s pretty much a nottadouche. But I have a huge thing for Faris.
The new Axe Bodyspray “dark temptation” chocolate guy commercial is a bit much.
And finally… for another great week of ‘bag hunting in a very odd week of cultural disruptions, here’s your Friday Ass Pear. You’ve earned it.
Go forth. Drink. Liberate a boobie hottie. If you are a ‘bag huntress, get a douche to hit on you, then kick him in the nads. For it’s the drinkin’ hour. And your humble narrator’s got a bunch of PBRs chillin’ in the fridge.
