in steve rash's 1993 comedy, son in law, an innocent country girl from South Dakota begins her freshman year at UCLA where her eyes are opened to the truths of dorm life. unable to relate to the lifestyle of her classmates and wanting to go back to the farm, crawl (pauly shore), the resident advisor, stops her from leaving by giving her an ambush makeover. watch the entire clip or cut to the 5 minute mark.
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Thursday, March 11, 2010
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A very enterprising and hilarious friend of mine, Blake Harris, wrote and produced a spectacular mockumentary about the intensely competitive world of Rock Paper Scissors (RPS), called The Flying Scissors. The film has screened across the country and is now available TV-style (On Demand, Comcast, etc) and as a digital download through iTunes and Amazon.com.
It's an extremely well-produced and entertaining romp, and the cast features many recognizable faces (including Buzz from Home Alone). Drop some change on iTunes and chekkit out yo.
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Monday, March 8, 2010
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babies with tan faces and blown out hair reenact jersey shore:
Summer at the Jersey Shore officially kicks off when eight kids move out of their bunk beds and into their summer share. Don’t miss the romances, the fist pumping, juice heads...and juice boxes. And remember, never fall in love at the Jersey Shore.it's a cultural disaster that i can't take my eyes away from...my favorite part is at 2:00 ("what's your favorite color?...") via BuzzFeed.
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Thursday, January 14, 2010
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
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a friend of BD's and mine threw this one at me earlier. for some it's a no brainer, but for others it may take some thinking. so hosts aside (no stewart or conan), who is the funniest tv character of all time? sketch comedy is ok too.
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
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my father had this holiday card made for his office and didn't notice anything "funny" about it. he sent the card out to a friend for his opinion and his friend sent him back this photoshopped version of the card (below). note* the image was not photoshopped, only the text. not quite sure how this one slipped past my father. 
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Sunday, January 11, 2009
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Below is an advertisement that was posted on Craigslist-San Francisco. I think we all may need a nemesis to mix things up a bit....you know, someone to help us take it out and chop it up
Nemesis required. 6-month project with possibilty to extend
Date: 2008-05-07, 2:49PM PDT
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008
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Clearly this isn't an honest Craigslist post. It probably belongs on McSweeney's / The Onion, but let's not nitpick. Let's pretend it's real, let's enjoy.
(via Craiglist CLEVELAND)
I am so rich. Goodness, gracious. My, my, my. I am so, very, very wealthy. How many dollars do I have? That's a question only my team of ten fat accountants can answer, because they have golden calculators which I bought for them with my money. And what is on those golden calculators? Numbers. And those numbers equal the dollars in my bank accounts, which are huge.
I have many vehicles which I use to travel across the world and to many exotic destinations where most people cannot go, because they are so poor. They have very little in dollars, but I, myself, I have very many dollars. Also, I am sexy for a man. I like to think that if I was a woman, I would be a playboy model. But since I am a man I am like the opposite of all that, the man version.
In my vehicles I have stored many bottles of rare, delicious wines. These wines are hundreds of years old and covered in dust and cobwebs, which means that they are the most delicious kind, and that they were grown from grapes which were so succulent and juicy that the poor grape-pickers of France wanted to eat them right then and there. But they were whipped, by my shift-leader vintner, who makes sure that the best grapes in my vineyard go only into the wine. That's right, my great grandfather, who was also rich, owned the vineyard where this wine was made. And it's really strong too, it can get you wasted quickly.
I am a big time gamer in the real estate market. I speculate and consolidate my wins and losses into pure profit, keeping my blue chips in the black, playing the lady stock market, teasing and tempting her, always with my eyes on the wall street journals and calling my broker on my diamond plated iphone, which I have the most expensive plan of. I call Steve Jobs on it, and when he answers, I'm like, "Who are you? I don't know who you are because I am so rich and cool, and only nerds know who you are."
Then I hang up on him and laugh, lighting a big fat stogie with $300 dollars cash, which I just happened to have in my pocket because it's chump change to me.
But I have a tender side. Sometimes, I see a hobo. And when I see the hobo, I think to myself, "This man is poor. His monetary value is low, and my monetary value is high, and it's a shame that he is himself. What can I do?"
I ask the hobo if he would rather have booze or money to buy booze. If he says he wants the money, I don't give it to him because I know he'll buy booze with it. But if he says he wants the booze, I give him the money because I value honesty, even among lying hobos.
You may be asking yourself at this point, why is this rich man posting on a message board when he can have any woman he wants at any time he wants her, just by showing her how much money he has in his shoe? The answer is that I want to date someone who doesn't know that I am rich. I want to be anonymous. Only when we have fallen in love will I reveal to you that I am rich. That is why we must meet through this message board.
On our first date, I will wear normal clothes like from Wal-mart, that most people wear. And I will turn on the music on my stereo, when I'm picking you up, and it will play "Jamie's Cryin'", just like normal people listen to. I'll sing along as I drive you to the local Sonic and buy you a cherry limeade, being careful not to tip the carhop so you won't think that I have more money than I'm letting on.
By this time you'll be thinking that I'm just like you, poor and smelly. But then we'll drive back to a hotel, only you will think we are going to Motel 6. But then we will pull up to the Marriott, and I'll smile knowingly. You might think that I have won the lottery recently, but I won't let on. Then when we get to the room I'll order room service, again, not telling you that I'm richer than a donkey's ass, just coolly ordering some duck l'orange and some fries.
Finally, you'll be dying to know how I can afford such luxury. At that point I'll be like, "It's because I am rich." and then I'll pull off my flannel and be wearing a tuxedo underneath, and you'll be like, "Oh my God! You ARE rich." And then a helicopter will pull up to the window, with my butler Jenkins leaning out, holding a bottle of Chablis and a towel on his arm.
"Evening Sir!" he'll say in his trademark way, and I'll say, "Jenkins! Let's go to Borneo tonight, eh? Can the GoldenDollarSign," (the name of my helicopter) "get us there in time for cocktails?"
When we arrive in Borneo we'll land on top of my tallest skyscraper, and I'll propose to you, handing you a ring made of pure platinum, with 0% impurities.
I can't wait to surprise you with that ring. I'm looking at it now. Send me an email if this could be you.
Yours,
Rich Bigdollars (Not my real last name.)
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Monday, May 5, 2008
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Not sure how an 8 sec clip about weather can bring so much joy to my day, but here I am, 30 views deep and still lol. Note the pause before the shriek - impeccable timing, Arthur my man.
Apologies to Burgundy & co; is this not the greatest local news team ever?
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Monday, April 21, 2008
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oh right college students like to procrastinate.
dog. on. the. decks.
enjoy.
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