I won’t be able to even comment on this til I can wrap my brain around it. Which could take decades…and perhaps a flux capacitor.
Props to MeatFist for this send.
I feel compelled to add a wee postscript: the amazing footage above is only PART 1 of the grill skillz training Wendy’s was providing. And I believe it’s from 1988, a good 4 years later than I would have thought even remotely feasable.
PPS…I didn’t fact check this last tidbit. This is the Internet, people–feel free to google your little pants off.
It’s been awhile! I’m behind. Dumb Internet (work) keeping from my Internet (love). Failz.
Well, this is for my Milky friend, her bf in all his finery.
And Mr. Jones sent me this Trektastic news article from thee webs a while back but I didn’t manage to actually…ahem…click the link…until t’other day. And then yea verily, I was amazed. I mean amused? Confused. I don’t know. Is this real news?
For extra credit: was this robber a Trekker or Trekkie? Discuss. Remember to apply the Prime Directive if you’re advanced, otherwise, show your work.
is worth a thousand words about that cat advertising that something, and I’m not sure I’d know where to start anyway, except to thank Gawker for this important news coverage:
I ran across this oldie but goodie today and it made me laugh, out loud even.
Douglas Adams explains how the age can be calculated, for example:
“I suppose earlier generations had to sit through all this huffing and puffing with the invention of television, the phone, cinema, radio, the car, the bicycle, printing, the wheel and so on, but you would think we would learn the way these things work, which is this:
1) everything that’s already in the world when you’re born is just normal;
2) anything that gets invented between then and before you turn thirty is incredibly exciting and creative and with any luck you can make a career out of it;
3) anything that gets invented after you’re thirty is against the natural order of things and the beginning of the end of civilisation as we know it until it’s been around for about ten years when it gradually turns out to be alright really.
Apply this list to movies, rock music, word processors and mobile phones to work out how old you are.”
Too true. More good advice in the rest of the article.
Yes!!! The stoners speak! This happens too rarely (outside legalization lobbying, of course) and it’s about time! Stoners care a lot about a lot of things, you see. They feel the pain of the world. But the couch is very comfortable. And also…ooh, is that something shiny? Luckily, there’s a world wide recession and cereal is expensive. I’m just sayin’.
Seth over at Weekend Update did his bit to address this story last weekend, in the Really?!? with Seth segment.
‘Really, Kellogg’s? Marijuana is not consistent with your image? Cause I thought it was totally consistent….I knew some guys named ‘Snap’ ‘Crackle’ and ‘Pop’ and they were drug dealers.’
I love the fact that we’re even talking about this. Michael Phelps does one thing, and one thing only, for his whole life. Sure, he’s the best ever, but he’s also boring as shit. Let the boy smoke a bowl, for crying out loud. He’s no Mugabe.
Sign this petitish to tell Kellogg’s they’re a bunch of Cap’n Crunch-making TEASES and you want them to get over themselves! Do it. Make rice crispie treats, not war.
Yesterday was a frenzy of bacon related reveals….crazy, fatty, porky, delicious. So much so that I forgot to post this beauty:
Cross-sectiony goodness
I’m hungry! But what’s for dessert? I don’t care if it’s 10:30 in the morning! Well yesterday, I was offered a cookie-speckled crisco tower for dessert. Behold:
tower of power
THAT is why you’re fat. In case, you know. You were wondering.
I love this site, by the way, but after going there I had ‘This is Why I’m Hot‘ (sung ‘This is Why I’m Fat’) stuck in my head allllll day. Thanks, Internet!
Fat makes me think of exercise and exercise makes me think of a movie I just saw…because in this movie, the protagonist makes use of a trampoline for exercise. ‘What fun!’ thought I. ‘I should go do that somewhere…’ and then the next day, I saw these guys doing it:
Now I know I really need to get a trampoline for my back yard. This is not England, so I expect few foxes. But just think of all the neighborhood cats flying through the air! No really! Think of them!
