Memorial Day is a serious holiday. And a somber one. We cried on the way into work (no, not because we are working) listening to people talk about their kids that died overseas. That is why we wanted to post something to cheer everyone up. It is called Surra De Bunda. But we are calling it God Bless America For Not Inventing This.
Give it ’til :45 when…how can we say this…the pussy piston really starts firing.
PS- We are open to suggestions as to what the stylish leather belt is for.
Don’t get us wrong, we’ll get down with Chelsea Handler and some vodka dipped tampons any day. But this is taking it too far…
Although we have to give props to the journalist who crafted one of the best sentences we have ever read:
“‘Vodka eyeballing’, as it is known in student circles, is the latest drinking craze to sweep through Britain’s universities.”
What happened to good old-fashioned shots? Read the whole story on Eyeballing here.
We are actually on a job. This is going to cut into our blog writing time. And we feel terrible about this. So for the next week or so, while we are trying to be funny for money, keep yourself entertained by reading Chris Snyder’s twitter feed. It is like Best* Blog light. http://twitter.com/diddas12
You can also follow our twitter if you don’t already. http://twitter.com/BestCompanyEver
We may be able to squeeze a few tweets out in between patter writing, procrastinating and pre-pro. (You see what we did there…alliteration. You miss us already, don’t you?)
Our boobs are giving two big WTFs to the Japanese designers at Triumph that created this bra. Pretty sure we speak for the majority of people out there when we say gardens should not grow on tits.
In honor of all the graduates out there we pose these questions:
Are cake shops employees dummies? Or are they just fucking you with? Why would you pay for a cake that is clearly effed up? And, most importantly, why would you present a graduation cake to your son John that depicted him raping a tiger/bearish looking thing? Atta’ boy John!
If you had a van, and you named it Morrison and then you went ahead and had this personalized license plate made…then yes, we would, most likely, sleep with you. But unfortunately this is a Toyota sedan, and your name is probably Dan. Which makes you just a loser who loves Van Morrison…a lot. Which means you won’t be getting the best of BEST* ever. Sorry.
But maybe check out Jam Morrison playing at Arlene Grocery on Thursday.
HOLY SHIT! WE ARE HUGE IN FARMVILLE!
We were a little unsure that we’d pass their strict advertising guidelines (and low brow sensors) but it happened, andwe’re blowing up in your face…book. That is right, we are now going to be found on a Facebook sidebar near you. Please take screenshots and send them to us if you actually see one of our ads on your FB page.