Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Survivor Death
Pure Moods?
Remember this fucking creep show of a CD? I do. I remember these songs scaring the hell out of me for some reason, yet they make it out like its this relaxing music.
I feel like Pure Moods should only be listened to during an Orgy at a Castle in the Romanian countryside, during a rainstorm and there are candles and masks and no purity.
I feel like Pure Moods should only be listened to during an Orgy at a Castle in the Romanian countryside, during a rainstorm and there are candles and masks and no purity.
Yuppies
This is a clip of my stand up. Out of all the bits that I do, this one is probably my favorite.
Pleated Pants
I was shopping for clothes to wear to my temp job and accidentally bought a pair of Pleated Pants. I wasn't even aware they were pleated until I looked at myself in the mirror the next day. It sucks. I would take them back but I bought them in Rochester, NY. Now I have to walk around all day looking like the host from Supermarket Sweep.
Signed,
Bummed Out In a Cubicle
National Croquet Center
I was at a wedding two weeks ago in Palm Beach, Florida. The rehearsal dinner was held at the National Croquet Center, which is just unnecessary. Do we really need a "National Center" for that sport? I recall on the way to the event, my cousin asking me "How do you even play Croquet?" I actually have no idea how to play the sport but after spending a few hours at the National Croquet Center I learned that if you want to play Croquet, the first thing you have to do is be a Jackass.
Monday Morning Mullet
This morning on the NYC Subway I saw a Native American man with a mullet. Now while making fun of mullets and/or naming mullets is sooooo 1999, I just can't resist. A native american with a mullet? A Last of the Mullhicans! Zing! Hey Ohhhh!
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