So you know that Spanx recall a couple months ago? It was due to a batch of Spanx tights that are transparent, especially when stretched, as in when the wearer bends over. Today at work I was kneeling in front of a shelf when a particularly rotund woman in a pair of Spanx, ahem, bent over next to me and... well... I.. saw everything. Everything. Now, I'm sure spandex has its critical mass, and these were as taut as high tension crane wire, but the recall is no joke, sirs and madams.
Just watched American Juggalo. http://vimeo.com/29589320. It's a 20 minute documentary about Juggalos. I am: 50% cringing at these gross fucking weirdos 20% surprised at how a lot of them actually seem like really nice people (in a "but still, stay away from me or I'll defend myself with fire" kind of way) 30% ...in love? She's hot... but she's there... participating... in that. It's like looking at an optical illusion that your brain can't quite process.
I had a buddy back home in X-ray school who was a juggalo. Nice guy but had a weird dimension to his personality. Acted really tough sometimes, but he was such a little bitch if he didn't get his way. A story circulated around school that he started to cry when his dad decided to stop paying for his car insurance. He always said weird shit and wore jewelry with that weird ICP logo on it. I think it's a guy running with an axe.
Watch the Juggalo episode of Workaholics. You will not be disappointed. Happy Friday, Idiots. Spoiler
If America really is the second most overweight country in the world, those fans are the reason it isn't the third. I'm surprised Richard Simmons isn't there telling them they're "victims".
No. We're both drunk and overly emotional/crying/picking fights w assholes. And I am allowed to say this because I have one of the most Irish names ever z
Erin Go Bragh-less! So you and your dad just get liquored up and start bar fights? Fuckin' mother fuckers up. I missed out on so much not having a dad through those formative years. High 5.
Lets be honest: it's more getting drunk and getting somewhat sentimental. I love him to death, but if you catch a drunk friend after a breakup it's probably similar to this. He's my #1 fan and of course knows that my bf is proposing this fall. In reality he may hate both of us z
Just realized I displace fractured my foot... about three weeks ago (fall in the shower; also got two cracked ribs from it). I realized this because there is a bone dramatically sticking out but under the skin. Woulda been nice if I caught this, say, three weeks ago when it happened, so they could have cast it. But now, to get it fixed, I face surgery. And hospital bills. I'll drink to that.
Sounds good. Maybe you should take a drunken shower, fall again injuring your foot, and the problem fixes itself? Anybody else have any problems? I'm here to help. Ask me anything.
Actually (kinda) fixed a broken nose that way. I know what you said was meant as a joke, but in-house surgery actually works. I've broken my nose a few times, because it's massive and gets in the way a lot, but the most recent time a time I was trimming trees around the house and after I cut one it bounced up and cracked me in the face. Went inside, blood all over my face and neck (noses bleed a lot apparently), my wife said my nose was crooked and asked if it was broken. Since I had adrenaline running - and also was a little drunk, because I was trimming trees and it was the weekend - I said "I don't know let's see" so I grabbed it and 'reset it.' Loud pops occurred that I could hear from inside my skull. Now, it's actually more straight than when the surgeon reset it after the first time I broke it.
OK which one of you fuckers stalked me on Twitter and followed me? After 5 tweets I should have 0 followers, but no, I have 1. I suppose I should take it as a compliment that it's someone from a humor blog, but my suspicious nature leads me to think they''re just waiting for me to do something epically stupid. Perhaps I'll combat this potentially threatening menace by spamming my own account with pictures of my feet.