I guess I missed an alternative to Rickrolling – You’ve been Barackroll’d!
Although this is a commercial for a Toyota Carolla, am I crazy for wishing this was an entire movie?
And it was a toss up between the video below or this one to define “laughably bad.” Whereas this clip below is an homage to bad, the CGI dinosaur is simply bad.
Okay, these are pretty old, but I’ve had a very busy day. Accept my apologies or I will sick either of these monster on you… or both.
If they combined forces they’d be the Bedridden Monster.
P.S. For the record, my lack of effort on this post is pretty much up to par with both these clips.
The one-time phenomenon of Rickrolling has been played out, so America – please stop. Ignore the fact that I was searching for Strip Tease First Timers on YouTube when I recently stumbled upon it again.
For those of you unfamiliar with the concept of being Rickroll’d, let me turn you over to my good buddy, Wikipedia:
Rickrolling is an Internet meme typically involving the music video for the 1987 Rick Astley song “Never Gonna Give You Up”. The meme is a bait and switch: a person provides a Web link that he or she claims is relevant to the topic at hand, but the link actually takes the user to the Astley video.
And some history:
The first instance of Rickroll occurred in May 2007 on (an Internet forum named 4chan’s) video game board, where a link to the Rick Astley video was claimed to be a mirror of the first trailer for Grand Theft Auto IV (which was unavailable due to heavy traffic)… By May 2008, the practice had spread beyond 4chan and become an Internet phenomenon, eventually amassing some coverage in the mainstream media.
I say it’s high time we find an alternative. Although “4chan” claims it has origins in their similar prank called duckrolling, it actually began with a much earlier prank called goatse… but I’d greatly suggest we don’t go down that tunnel again.
Some alternatives to You’ve been Rickroll’d:
All this needed was the music from “The Natural” to send me completely over the top, but it does what it promises – forty tear-jerking, spirit-rousing, adreneline-pumping (can that be in the same sentence as tear-jerking?) mashed together speeches from films as diverse as “Braveheart,” “Street Fighter,” “Bring It On,” “Stand and Deliver,” “Swingers,” and “Galaxy Quest.”
Simply put – it’s awesome. I wanted to list it all, but it might spoil it.
Personally, I think Obama should try to use it at his Inaugural Speech.
(From Overthinkingit)
(Transcript after the jump)
The towel with which he wiped his face left this image
As the wise and sage-like Gary Busey once said, “Son of a bitch everything’s real,” I too spent my eve teetotaling, and realized there is much to learn while the mind is clean and the thoughts are clear. Namely, I have to write in a pretentious tone, and make use of odd phrasings and word choices.
Fuck that. Here’s some things I learned the night I decided not to drink and still hit four bars. (Maybe that’s how I lasted for four bars… I can get sleepy when I do the brew.) (Image from Drawastar)
Chapter One – Buffalo Wild Wings
Chapter Two – One Under Bar and Grill
Chapter Three – Kickers Complex (I just learned that’s what it’s called!)
Chapter Four – Plymouth Roadhouse
I’m going on Day 20 of a major bender (I should be on a colonel bender by the end of the year, and an admiral bender by the end of January). My brain has been paying the price, and as a byproduct, so has my writing. (It’s all trivia’s fault! But don’t worry – we got into the tournament… as if you cared.)
The follwing videos help my mental state in no way.
Do not watch this in its entirety.
B Gone
Hubba Bubba (A gum created in 1979)
Is Xenu in here?
Any dream involving a portion of the cast of “That 70’s Show” should be kind enough to include Mila Kunis. This dream did, but the Brothers Masterson did they’re best to keep her from me.
I was visiting New York City, and I was wondering Times Square. I stumbled upon a falafel shop and Danny and Christopher Masterson were manning the window. They had aprons on and spatulas in their hand. I approached and saw Mila in the background, slaving away at the fryer.
“Hey fellas,” I began. They nodded like they knew me. Mila rushed toward the front, but they held her back.
“Help get me out of here! It’s a trap!” (I think this comes from watching “Empire Strikes Back” over Thanksgiving weekend on Spike.)
The Brothers Masterson slammed the windows shut, and there were no visible doors. As I hurried up and down the street searching for an entrance, I ran into him – Mr. Demi Moore himself, Ashton Kutcher. He had a knit cap on and tried calming me down.
“Relax,” he said. “I’ll help you get in there, but you have to do one thing.” He paused. “You need to find me a cool new hat.” He took a step back and removed the winter garment from his head, revealing this:
...yikes...
It suddenly started raining hats, like in that car commercial where it rains shoes. I found a nifty green pimp hat, handed it to him, and we were off on our way.
Turds of a feather...
Then I was suddenly a cockroach. But I could walk and talk. I sounded sorta dopey, as did my one other buddy, Ralph. It was a lot like “Joe’s Apartment,” which I have not seen since 1996, and coincidentally one of the roaches in that shares the same name.
My roach pal and I were caught in some kind of laboratory we were trying to escape, a la “Secret of NIMH.” Adventures were had, and it culminated in a final battle with the scientist. He was all that stood between us and freedom. Ultimately, every cockroach but me enveloped him and devoured him, like how Professor Screweye died in “We’re Back! A Dinosaur’s Story.” Since I could not find video of that – this will have to do:
This song is a tribute to the age old question: what do women look for in a man?
(And my answer to the opposite of that question: a pair of drum-playing twins.)
(Thanks Dave)
The second job I ever had was at a medical center for a major hospital (my first job was at a toy store). I worked there just over six years, and the staff saw me through two graduations and a move from Detroit to L.A. In this dream, I had returned to the facility (which no longer exists in real-life). It was in the same location but major remodeling updates had occurred, such as having wood floors throughout, an updated kitchen, and forest green walls with better than average art hanging on them.
I remember walking through as if it was filmed, and it felt like a David E. Kelley show (“Boston Legal,” “Ally McBeal,” the awesome “Chicago Hope,” “Picket Fences,” “L.A. Law,” home sex movies with wife Michelle Pfeiffer).
I was the generic perspective guy through whom the viewers relate. I kept checking out the new looking digs, expecting a big homecoming, trying to run into people that might have remembered me. I saw a few doctors and medical assistants I knew, but they were busy heading between rooms. Otherwise, through the back hallways, I encountered new faces that were basically upgrades of people that came before.
The show jumped into action once I reached the front desk where I worked as a customer service rep. My uncles, Fred and Richard, were doctors for some reason, and Danny Glover (pictured below) was a special guest star.
The scene went like this: Doctor Uncle Fred brought me the billing sheet for one of his patients. The patient had a co-pay of $5 which my uncle knocked down to $3. Doctor Uncle Richard stepped in to pay the remainder, to help the guy out. I guess he was an old friend of the pair that had fallen on hard times. The man also had his two moppet sons with him.
Danny Glover, a fellow CSR, took issue with it. “I don’t care if it’s hard times or not! You have to do what you must! You stop buying the fancy things you don’t need. You make bread instead of going out and buying it. You fish instead of going on vacation!” After the patient left, someone informed Danny that the man lived in a car with his sons.
Cut to: Fyvush Finkel (pictured above – a Kelley recurring player). He’s an older doctor that’s just been told his wife of 50 years is leaving him when we meet him. Also, she’s stolen all his belongings and money. He clutches a forest green wall in disbelief. The hallway he’s in seem to converge and narrow as he stumbles down it toward his office.
Cut to: me at the front desk trying to remember how to do things. When I was there before, it was all on paper. Now everything was digital. A patient came in that had a specimen to deliver with a message. As I looked for the old forms we took messages on, the patient revealed the specimen was anthrax.
Then I woke up. The end.
INGREDIENTS: Late night Taco Bell run, for sure.
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