Please note that I never want to see the following now or ever again:
- a giant middle-aged man
- a giant middle-aged man so light on his feet
- a giant middle-aged man with a weird accent
- a giant middle-aged man using cell phone apps
- a giant middle-aged man tap a bell with his foot
- (NOTE: the wife is okay despite her encouragement)
Who is this ad for, Kayak? Is that the owner’s parents?
Video games and hula hoops might be considered childish things.
But what about a fake movie trailer based on a video game and a mesmerizing mellow dance routine using a hula hoop?
You’re not reading this anyway. You’re looking at the videos, right? I can say anything I want here, and I’m going to take full advantage of that. I sometimes daydream about getting lick-attacked by, like, a dozen puppies.
When I was a kid (and maybe still now), I prided myself on knowing the words to many, many toy commercials.
Somehow, this one escaped me.
No matter what, Charger-Tron, you will not escape me again!
(SIDENOTE: This is YouTube gold. Thank you to zorro3121 for sharing this with the world.)
Ever hear about 3D printing?
This particular product is called the Solidoodle 2, and it “printed” that plastic skull!
It “printed” this castle!
What will I do with such a product, you may wonder. I’ll “print” frickin’ toys! That I made up! How cool is that?!
I’m very late to this, but since it was new to me and I found it enjoyable, I shall share it with you:
Sorry if it’s fuzzy… transcript below…
What the theory states:
The song [Rebecca Black’s Friday] is about the JFK assassination. The name of the driver of the car he was assassinated in was Samuel Kicken (Kickin’ in the front seat, sittin’ in the back seat…)
The assassination occurred on a Friday, and when he was shot, the Secret Service yelled at Jackie Kennedy to “get down” (Gotta get down on Friday…)
Parts about the Cold War and the spread of Communism are referenced (Everybody’s rushin’ = Everybody’s Russian…)
And to top it all off, in the hotel that morning, JFK declined a breakfast of sausage, eggs, and toast for a bowl of Bran Flakes instead (Gotta have my bowl/ Gotta have cereal…)
Also, the following Monday, JFK was supposed to sign a bill into law requiring all public schools to provide bus transportation for their students (Gotta catch my bus…)
Now, I’d like to believe this is all true, but the very first item I cross-referenced (JFK’s driver was Sam Kinney, not Sam Kicken) came up as a negative, so rather than destroy the beauty of its lunacy, I’m gonna stop there.
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Art, via the billionaires over at Instagram
This is actually an old Happy Find, in the traditional sense, but I’m happy to find that my sister is keeping it up again.
It’s an odd little art blog called Art of My Mind, and she very well may be what the pun is a pun of, but I enjoy it, so I hope you would, too. I find myself laughing more than I thought I would at her insights.
Check it out by clicking here.
I’ve been meaning to post these for a while. One’s about poop. One’s Japanese. That’s all you should need to know.
Did I mention this one was Japanese?
I’m not even going to preface this video. Well, aside from prefacing with this non-preface.
Charlie LeDuff is one of the coolest reporters we have here in Detroit. Otherwise, Detroit sucks major ball bearings.