This song/video still makes me laugh.
So today is my 23rd birthday. I remember listening to “What’s My Age Again?” and thinking of 23 as insanely far off - which makes sense, it was released in 1999 and I was 12(!!!).
That said, I hope I’m in store for at least 23 more years of watching TV shows, liking prank phone calls and acting like I’m in freshman year.
“Why I am late for this important meeting? I’m sorry… I was about to leave my house when I saw this weird looking kid on an early 90s sitcom and I just had to find out what he looks like now. You understand right? No?”
Fact: Razor Ramon was the shit.
Fact: This seemed much less racist/sexist when I was a kid.
“I probably scar her heart for life…”
I attribute my love of Razor Ramon growing up to the fact that I had 1) never seen Scarface and 2) didn’t understand stereotypes.
Number Three in a List of Things That Are Uncool Enough to Be Cool Again:
Fruit.
Fruit seems pretty lame. It’s healthy (strike one), it comes from nature (strike two), and it sustains our smug vegan population (strike three). Americans live in a world where Twix bars are the perfect shape to dunk through the hole in a Dr. Pepper can. There’s no room left in our diets for fruit, unless it is a loop, a roll-up, or measured by the foot.
In olden times, fruit may have been a major dietary staple for ancient cultures, but these cultures hadn’t yet invented BBQ-flavored squeezable yogurt (patent pending). Also, ancient cultures were stupid. You couldn’t go to a doctor in olden times without him drilling a hole through your skull to check for witches. If you stepped out of a time machine and showed them a Twizzler, they’d burn you at the stake and then make that Twizzler their king.
But as humanity evolved, witches became less omnipresent as food became more extreme. We learned that oranges will help your immune system, but Capri Sun will turn you into an extreme skater made out of liquid-metal awesome. Sorry, oranges! Begone with you and your earthen-colored ilk.
So case closed, right? Wrong. Why would you think that? There’s clearly more text here.
Pick up an apple. Go ahead. Toss it around. Pretty good heft, right? Now try a grapefruit. Even better. Now pick up a pineapple. Holy crap, you’re thinking, I could defend my home with one of these. Just like the ancient cultures did. They discovered that fruit is great for throwing at people the moment they first hurled rotten apples at a terrible actor, or slung cantaloupes at the honor guard of King Twizzler the First.
As a chuckable food, fruit has no equal. Potato chips don’t fly straight. You can’t frighten a man with a Ho Ho, unless he’s allergic to gluten or French. But lift a watermelon over your head and scream in primal rage, and your coworkers immediately know you mean business.
Fruit: Nature’s Edible Artillery.
What’s more fucked up - that this is the first thing that comes up or that this is what I was actually searching for?
FUCK YEA YOU FUCKING PUSSIES JESUS DIDN’T TAP FOR SHIT. HE RIPPED THAT FUCKING CROSS OUT OF THE GROUND AND PUT YOU IN A KIMORA
I realize I’m blowing up Mike Karnell’s spot but this is too good not to reblog. Everything about this is literally unbelieveable.
Why? Why did it take me so long to discover Axe Cop?
I’ll never be able to answer that question but I will drown my sorrow by enjoying Axe Cop for the next few hours, over and over again. I’LL CHOP YOUR HEAD OFF
This may be the most perfect thing in the history of things.
Don’t you haaaaate when a movie has a name and the name sucks and you can’t tell what the movie is about? ME TOO. I thought up some improved ones:
Prairie Home Companion: This isn’t a movie based on a Laura Ingalls Wilder book at ALL. There is no buffalo hunting and not a single Native American is exploited.
New title: Radio: The Movie, tagline: “It’s as fun as it sounds!”Sixteen Candles: I love this movie but every time I watch it, I get more creeped out by Farmer Ted and Jake Ryan. Jake only got interested in Samantha after he found the note that said she wanted to do him. Farmer Ted takes advantage of a passed out woman (who was traded to him by Jake for a pair of Samantha’s underwear). I mean COME ON. This relationship can only turn out badly.
New title: He’s Probably Gonna Date Rape YouThe Happening: Yeah I didn’t see this, but I did ruin the plot for myself on wikipedia. It’s not about beat poets.
New title: Angry TreesPatch Adams: It sounds like it’s about a scarecrow or someone’s childhood rag doll, not about a doctor who dresses up and makes funny for sick kids.
New title: Doctor Clown: The Doctor Clown StoryJunior: Arnold Schwarzenegger gets pregnant and it’s creepy
New title: Guess Who’s Pushing a Baby Out of Their UrethraMy Girl: You can thank my brother for this one
New title: Don’t Find the BeesStar Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace: No.
New title: Spaceballs IIWOW just WOW. I am not sure if Don’t Find the Bees or Radio: The Movie is my favorite.
I would watch the shit out of Don’t Find the Bees.
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.