I've been gone for a while but that's not important. What is important however is that you watch the following video. I sent this clip into the show a while ago, right after I sent in the "Gays in the Army" clip from Brass Eye. The following video is from the 2001 Brass Eye Pedophile special, and it details the rap artist JLB-8:
Kitty Wigs -- another site that is exactly like it sounds like. Wigs. For cats.
I actually found this site a few months ago (give or take) but totally forgot to post it. So here ya go!
Each Kitty Wig comes in an attractive round metal wig case with our fresh new logo on it. Your wig will arrive on a wig form and covered in a hair net to help keep its shape and luster.
The package also includes complete instructions for care, suggestions from professional photographers, and a mouse with rattle to help you direct Kitty's stunned gaze. Every kitty loves the promise of a new toy for model behavior.
You can choose from four fabulous colors: Pink Passion, Bashful Blonde, Silver Fox, and Electric Blue.
1 Oh hai. In teh beginnin Ceiling Cat maded teh skiez An da Urfs, but he did not eated dem. 2 Da Urfs no had shapez An haded dark face, An Ceiling Cat rode invisible bike over teh waterz.
In case you are unaware, Slamball is what a bunch of trampoline-addicted dipshits thought of doing when someone moved a basketball hoop near their backyard trampoline. Roughly, it involved trampolines AND basketballs. It's X-TREME. X-TREME SLAMBALL, next up on FOX! But first, we'll tell YOU how to protect YOUR FAMILY against sex offender vegetables and how your next visit to the produce aisle, COULD BE YOUR LAST. Stay tuned!
Anyway, a gallery of slamball moments, from youtube.
The classic one, complete with slamball crybaby. "Um. Somebody get someone." (no one does)
Good. Jump. Touch the rim. Jump, touch the rim. Good. Good. Jump, touch, jump, touch, jump, be a retard.
The approach is flawless. The form is perfection incarnate. The jump is arching wonderfully. The spin is done with a flair.. there's just.. something.. missing.
It happens, every time I have a need to read about 'tards, I go looking for the love that is the Tard Blog.
If you've not discovered or heard of this, from the description on the website:
This is a weblog written by a real life special education teacher. The
original writer, Riti Sped, has retired from teaching and is now
pursuing other interests. Her entire body of work is below, and if you
are new here I suggest you start with Riti's first story.
Also, I would strongly suggest, after acquainting yourself with some of the more interesting tards (The Old New Kid, and Augusta, for example), reading the bit from the guest contributor. This really is one of the few times I spit coke (that is, coca cola, I would never spit coke on my monitor, that shit is expensive)
I was just listening to the show, as I was helpfully collecting links and thought, "Hey! I bet that shit balloon thing memo is on The Smoking Gu..I see I am, yet again, slow." So, to save you some time, and to make me feel like I did something today (Horray! I'm helping!) I've collected some wonderful content from TSG!
So there was this sign, and like, this cheerleader and a very small percentage of injuries are caused by.. well, trampling.
Speaking of stupid broads...
Also, I realize it's a little late for Halloween, but still, an Internet Classic.
Did you know if you go on youtube and search for "leave brittany alone" you'll find like the funniest video ever. It's like this totally gay guy all sobbing and crying and shit and he's all like AND SHE'S BEEN THROUGH A DIVORCE LEAVE HER ALONE.
Their latest act was shown on last Sunday's Edinburgh and Beyond, however I think this is the superior of the two I have seen. They're a comedy trio, and in this video they mock the likes of Derren Brown and his Russian Roulette special:
This will put you in the halloween mood: An old article from The Onion entitled: Generic Candy Corn Will Give You AIDS: By By Patrick Carlin CEO, Brach's Confections.
P.S. Whenever There is a Best-Of Show, or a program that pops up REALLY late, and I'm NOT sick... chances are I either got super drunk or got super laid. I gots my priorities