I know this is going to come as quite a shock to you, but I’m kind of an unorthodox dude, and I’ve got some rather wacky ideas. Unfortunately, society tends to frown upon some of my more outlandish ideas. “Greg,” they’ll say, “a topless car wash isn’t legal under any circumstances. Having one to raise money for your day care bill doesn’t change that.” Fucking whiners. There are all kinds of things like that that I can’t do. I can’t push a baby stroller full of steaks through the zoo, I can’t hang out near the bank dressed as the Hamburglar, and I can’t even go grocery shopping without pants. This is bullshit. Continue reading

A couple of weeks ago, I posted an excellent example of horrible, horrible porn acting. I was thinking about that today, when it dawned on me that the concept of excellent porn acting would be even funnier. I mean, everyone knows that the only two skills someone needs to be in porn are a pleasing physical appearance and a willingness to do foul, depraved shit that would make a monkey blush. IQ does you no fucking good when you’re getting reamed out by three guys, and if you start quoting Hamlet’s soliloquy while you’re defiling that barely legal teen, you’ll find yourself in the unemployment line with left-handed shortstops, philosophy majors, and other people with no marketable skills. Continue reading

I’ve got a challenge for you. I’m going to to give you a fifth of bourbon, a bunch of mescaline, and a big bag of high quality skunk-weed. After you’re done fucking around with all of that, I’m going to put you in a room with thirty fifth graders and your goal will be to teach them one thing over the course of seven hours. Sure, it’ll be tough at first, what with all the bats in the room and the floor turning into blood. But if you had to teach a bunch of fifth graders one single thing over the course of a whole day, you’d be able to do it, even under those conditions, wouldn’t you? Well, if you did, you’d have accomplished more in one day than my fifth grade teacher did in an entire year. Continue reading

I’ve been on a Journey kick for the last few days, not because I particularly like their music, but because I’m a huge, slobbering fan of their videos. And I do mean slobbering, because watching Journey videos has been shown to cause massive, traumatic, brain damage, the kind where you find yourself rubbing shit in your hair and voluntarily watching C-SPAN. It’s that bad. Continue reading

I was pulling into a shopping mall today, and the road that you turn in on has no stop sign, while the roundabout road that circles the mall does. This usually causes some confusion for people used to having a three-way stop there, and so some guy laid on his horn when I did what I was supposed to do: Keep driving. If we were speaking, this is how the conversation would’ve gone: “Hey, nice stop, asshole!” “I don’t have a stop sign, you blind fuck.” “Oh. Shit. Well, fuck you anyway.” Instead, our conversation went like this: “HOOONK!” “HOOOOOOONK!” “HOOOOOOOOOONK!” In this day and age, that’s the lowest level of discourse you can get outside of Facebook. We can do better. Continue reading

Want to know why we don’t outsource our Superhero movies? This is why:

I’ve got three kids, so it goes without saying that large portions of my house are dedicated to toys: We’ve got bins for everyday use toys, boxes for toys that get used semi-regularly, a large toy box that exists to hold toys that are rarely used, and strategic places around the house where we store toys that are so fucking shitty that they never get used, but we can’t throw them away because the kids would lose their little minds if we did. We could have an HIV-infected hypodermic needle play set, and if one of the kids saw us trying to toss it out, they’d instantly feign interest in it. “Don’t throw that away! I love that toy!” “What? You never play with it. The last time anyone played with it, it was your brother Ben.” “I don’t have a brother Ben!” “Not anymore you don’t.” “PLEASE DON’T THROW IT AWAY!” Continue reading

This, pretty much, is why game shows are not televised live. (Safe for work, but a little hard to explain. You’ll see what I mean.)

I absolutely love this video. It is a five second clip of the world’s worst porn acting, looped for over five minutes. The young starlet harlot is supposed to deliver the lines, “Oh, would it be possible to drop me off near there? I live right near there. My roommate just dropped me off.” But either she’s a tad nervous, really anxious to get to the boots-knocking, or is actually an alien working undercover in the porn industry who is totally unfamiliar with human speech patterns.

Whatever the reason, the longer you let this run, the more surreal it gets. It’s a fucking trip. Remember in the movie Less Than Zero how there was a party in a home that had stacks of TV’s playing random channels? If I was throwing that party, every TV would be playing this at top volume, non-stop, until everyone went totally fucking insane.

So I hereby offer this challenge to my readers: Start your day off by watching this video in its entirety, all five minutes and nineteen seconds of it. You’ll be a better person for it. Or you’ll wind up fucking strangers for cash. Whatever. (For what it is worth, it is totally, 100% safe for work.)

In the span of eleven days, I’ve got my wedding anniversary, my wife’s birthday, both of my brother’s birthdays, and Mother’s Day. As you can imagine, this keeps me pretty fucking busy when you consider that I still have to go to work, be a father for my kids, a husband for my wife, and still find time to drink a case and a half of malt liquor each day.

So what does that mean for you, dear reader? Videos. Lots and lots of messed up videos, like this one from classic movie Shark Attack 3: Megalodon. (Headphones if you’re at work.)