Archive for August, 2009

Wonder Shih Tzu or Premier VIP Escort And Companion?

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

You’ve all read about my dog Chloe The Wonder Shih Tzu (sometimes Shih Tzu Badass). Cute, furry, snores like a sumo wrestler. You say “Chloe Bloom,” here’s what comes to mind.

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So you can imagine my surprise when a friend told me about another Chloe Bloom. 

This Chloe Bloom is, according to her official website, “a premier VIP Escort and Companion in Denver, Colorado.” Her site (which you must certify you’re 18 years old to enter) also offers the following links: 

TASTE

SHARE

VOYEUR

SAVOR

TOUCH

LUST

DESIRE

 

Whatever. I bet she’s terrible at chasing squirrels.

Lord Of The Fruit Flies - UPDATE.

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

Whoever said “war is hell” wasn’t joking. As best I can tell, there’s still two little bastards flying around. They don’t appear to be interested in the vinegar trap and they clearly have no fear of my other attempts to kill them (mainly wild swatting and hand clapping). They don’t even seem fazed by my insults (”Hey Fly! Your momma is so fat…”).

Clearly these flies are tough. But I’m tougher. Little do they know, I just bought more vinegar. 

Stay tuned.

Lord Of The Fruit Flies.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

We’ve been invaded. Again. Fruit flies have taken over our apartment and, quite frankly, they’re pretty pissed off. Probably because we killed a bunch of their brothers and sisters when they invaded last year. And the year before. In any event, they’re back and they ain’t happy.

Now as any responsible homeowner knows, there’s a right way and a wrong way to kill a fruit fly. The right way, of course, involves one dressing up like a fruit fly (Dick’s Sporting Goods has a nice assortment of fruit fly hunting gear), crouching down next to the fridge, and waiting anywhere from five minutes to three days until the flies let their guard down and then you swat the hell of out them with a towel. The wrong way is sitting down and trying to reason with the flies, providing them with a well thought-out explanation as to why they should leave your place and go bother someone else and, in some cases, even offering them bus fare to do so.

Then there’s the Bloom way. This involves creating a fruit fly trap (see Exhibit 1.1).

Exhibit 1.1

Exhibit 1.1

To create said trap, you take a plastic bottle (not seen in photograph), fill the bottle with a little vinegar, and make a “funnel” from a sheet of notebook paper (preferably college-ruled). Here’s the beautiful part: the flies, attracted to the vinegar, fly into the trap but can’t get out.

We’re currently in Day Three of this landmark case (Bloom v. Fruit Flies). We’ve already caught several dozen…but there’s more. THEY. KEEP. COMING.

Okay, fruit flies. You want a war? You’ve got one.  

To be continued. 

The Nervous Breakdown.

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

I’m back on The Nervous Breakdown today with another brand spankin’ new piece of comedy.

 
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Check it out here. I’ll be your best friend.

Creepy Photo Of The Day: Part Two.

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

Courtesy PopGeek:

Streaks on the china

Creepy Photo Of The Day.

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

Let's eat his head.

Jammin’ on the One.

Monday, August 24th, 2009

From The Huffington Post, here’s a whole lot of fun: 11 Porn Films Based On Beloved American Sitcoms.

For starters, here’s Not The Cosby Show XXX.

Someone call the SPCA.

Monday, August 24th, 2009

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Andre + Australian Talk Show = Comedy Gold.

Friday, August 21st, 2009

I’ve been on an Andre The Giant kick the past couple of days. While the big guy provided us with many wonderful memories over his career, this isn’t one of them. From Australia, here’s Andre.

If We Ever Find Da Wady. Hello Wady!

Friday, August 21st, 2009

Think you know everything about Andre The Giant? Check out these fun facts, courtesy of Modern Drunkard Magazine:

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As far as great drunkards go, there is Andre the Giant, and then there is everyone else.

The big man loved two things: wrestling and booze—mostly booze—and his appetites were of mythic proportion.

First, consider the number 7,000. It’s an important number, and a rather scary one considering its context, which is this—it has been estimated that Andre the Giant drank 7,000 calories worth of boozeevery day. The figure doesn’t include food. Just booze.

7,000 calories.

Every day.

You won’t find it in the Guinness Book of World Records, but Andre the Giant holds the world record for the largest number of beers consumed in a single sitting. These were standard 12-ounce bottles of beer, nothing fancy, but during a six-hour period Andre drank 119 of them. 

Think about it: 119 beers in six hours. That’s a beer every three minutes, non stop. That’s beyond epic. It’s beyond the ken of mortal men. It’s god-like. 

Courtesy: Modern Drunkard Magazine