Rev. Brian
Seems we all have major stiffies for goats lately. I've always liked goats. I tell radio production classes that a well-timed goat sound effect is universally funny, especially in religious or escort service advertising
Here's a fun little video of what happens when the little anti-whaling (owned by the Sea Shepherd conservation group) ship pisses off two bigger ships who make money shooting harpoons at whales. (I think whaling is beyond stupid, as I have more compassion for animals than I do for most people
First, I had no idea Top Gear had made it to Korea. Second, even though I could only understand two words in this entire video ("Corvette" and "Cobra") I can tell it's better than Top Gear America
Sorry I haven't been on-air the past few days. I've been in Orlando. Maybe I'm in rehab. Maybe I've spent three days in a three way with Minnie Mouse and Snow White (don't tell Micky or Prince Charming). O
If you thought this is the most un-natural looking creature living in New Jersey . . .
You'd be wrong. I think this thing looks much worse:
Not unlike a real housewife from New Jersey, no one is totally sure 1) what this thing is, and 2) where the hell it came from
Earlier this week I found myself at a bookstore, asking the young blonde behind the counter where the periodical section was. She just looked at me. I explained that periodicals = magazines. The light bulb went off (I actually saw it, just hanging above her head wondering what to do, as I suspect this is the first time her light bulb has ever gone off
Consider two seemingly unrelated events: 1) unprotected sex with Jenny* the local herpes factory, and 2) not going to see Clutch April 1 at the Wilma. What do these two events actually have in common? If either come to pass, you'll hate yourself in the morning.
I figured I'd give you a break from rape/football stories and discuss geology instead. Lots of space stuff getting talked about the past couple days. God tried to take out Russia with a meteorite burst in the sky, the largest such explosion in over a century.
Whilst fiddlin around on the net yesterday, I stumbled upon a band called Five Horse Johnson. Yes, it sounds dirty. No, they're not five guys with an abnormal attraction to the equine barn. They're a blues/rock band from Ohio (though they sound very Mississippi/Alabama, not Toledo). I think you'll dig them.
Put. The. Can. Down. NOW.
Hotwife and I got screwed by the 'ol tax man this year (we owe two states and one federal government . . . meh). Since I have taxes on the brain, and my eye naturally zeros in on the words "strip" and "club," I share this tale with you:
Here's your stupid video of the day. It comes from a gas station in Duluth, Minnesota. For those unaware, there's a term/phrase from my homeland called "Minnesota Nice." And, generally, folks from the Northstar State are pret