Saturday, November 5, 2011
Kant Touch This
I'm more of a Hume guy, myself.
Labels:
advertising and marketing,
Commercials,
Philosophy,
politics,
satire
Friday, November 4, 2011
Mime College
This came to me while reading about some guy joining the Stupefy movement because his graduate degree in Puppetry isn't making him a six-figure salary after all. He was foolish to think so, because everyone knows the path to success is through clown college. Look at Penn Jillette!
Labels:
Children's Screams,
fear,
Original Demotivators
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Song for the Occupying™ Class
"When the Bubble Breaks"
(sung to the tune of Led Zeppelin's "When the Levee Breaks")
(sung to the tune of Led Zeppelin's "When the Levee Breaks")
If it keeps on gainin',
Bubble's goin' to break.
If it keeps on gainin',
Bubble's goin' to break.
When the bubble breaks
I'll have no place to stay.
Mean old bubble
Taught me to weep and moan.
Mean old bubble
Taught me to weep and moan.
Got what it takes
To make a graduate man leave his home.
Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well.
Don't it make you feel bad,
When you're tryin' to grind to pay loans,
You don't know which way to go?
If you're a learn'd big mouth
They got no work to do,
If you don't know about espresso.
Cryin' won't help you,
Prayin' won't do you no good.
Now, cryin' won't help you,
Prayin' won't do you no good.
When the bubble breaks, mama, you got to move.
All last night
Fret on the bubble and moaned.
All last night
Fret on the bubble and moaned.
Thinkin' about me payday and my parents' home.
Going, going to espresso...
Going to espresso...
Sorry, but I can't take you.
Going down.
Going down now.
Going down.
Labels:
bubbles,
Children's Screams,
Education,
Original Song Parodies,
whining
A Typical Bruce Campbell Birthday Moment?
The man sure loves chainsaws. I've never actually seen (all the way through) any of his horror films, though I have seen a lot of other things he's done. I'm currently watching Burn Notice and The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. on DVD, which, of course, means that I'm coincidentally immersing myself in all things Campbell. To such an extent that my young daughter can identify him by name. In fact, I don't think she knows the name of any other actor, beyond whatever character they play on shows/movies she's seen.
Image via The Chive.
Labels:
Actors' Studio,
birthdays,
Cults,
lawn tools
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
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