Yes, There Is A Dublin, Texas
Category: Funny
Hi, Nancy
Hi, Ursula.
What’s the story, morning glory? What’s the tale, nightingale?
Did you hear about Hugo and Kim?
Half-Tinted
I’ve never seen a pair of glasses with only one lens tinted. I cannot fathom why he would wear such a pair, unless he was hiding some horrible disfigurement and, not wanting to be called “pirate” instead of “pappaw,” forewent the eye patch. Qui sait? That, however, is not my only question. What appears to be one slender billy goat’s gruff of a beard, upon further examination looks more like exhaled cigar smoke. But how could it be traveling one way down his chin and then circling back up past his hat? Even the granddaughter looks perplexed.
Verve Pipe
Yes, It’s Cheesey
My favorite pie chart of all time (in honor of Pi Day):
It’s Never Too Early To Start Smoking Camels
Women Are From Venus, Men Are From Caves
Amazing, Awesome, Incredible
I don’t normally post about shows like The Voice, but trilby-wearing, elf-faced Josh Kaufman blew me away last night. And, no, he’s not hot. He’s just good.
A few notes into George Michael’s “One More Try,” Adam Levine turned his big red chair around in approval. Indiana native Josh was already nailing it. The truth is it’s hard for me to think of any song off that 1988 Faith cassette without picturing the former Wham! frontman in his ripped jeans and scruffy five o’clock shadow, shaking his rump and pretending to be into Asian women. It’s often hard to separate the artist from the song.
It’s kind of like how every December, the radio stations and department stores put George Michael’s “Last Christmas” on high rotation, and I can’t enjoy it as a holiday song, because I keep picturing him in public toilets, soliciting sex from policemen and being foolish enough to get caught. Kind of ruins the whole Christmas spirit.
So for Josh Kaufman to be able to belt the song out in a new and soulful way, devoid of all that Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou baggage, was refreshing. Once you’re sick of a song, you’re usually sick of it forever. I’m talking to you, “Red Red Wine.” But Josh infused this ballad with new life.
As he continued to sing it, I feared he wouldn’t be able to hit the money note, “Hold you, touch YOU-OOOOO,” but he did. In spades.
Adam Levine’s comment to Josh once he finished: “Damn.”
Agreed.
Lovebirds Not So Much
Fun With Asphyxiation
You think that’s odd? Check this out.
And all this time I thought Zongola Pledge was an Namibian wood cleaner and furniture protectant…
I can’t tell if Dan has a lizard tongue or just drank grape Nehi or if the owner of this yearbook Sharpie-penned his tongue, or if he has an oral condition, but I know he’s not right. And it’s not because he could have had a V-8.
This is why I never joined a sorority; I don’t like humiliating myself for the amusement of others.
These girls couldn’t take the pressure; they resorted to spending time with a stuffed poodle.
Cheer up, gals. Even if you don’t make it into the sorority, there are always other options.
Hurts So Good
Look, Ma–No Nasty Yeasty Oral Thrush
I Don't Get It 