Archive for April, 2010
Here’s a new twist on those boring flight safety videos. Yeah, it will get your attention, but not for too long. Once you realize that the females in body paint aren’t exactly “body paint” worthy, (not to mention that no one wants to see dudes with no clothes on), then you would probably go back to reading your book, or sleeping, or praying, or whatever pre-flight ritual you’ve claimed as your own. Mine is the praying one.
Now if they had this Delta chick in body paint, that’s a different story. Hell, I might take a flight just to watch the video. I love the way she wags her finger at you. Like she’s scolding you for having naughty thoughts. Don’t judge me. I know I wasn’t the only one.
I snapped this pic over the weekend. Nice car. But that Dominos sign on the roof of it can’t help when it comes to the ladies.
I get that some people are consumed with status symbols. But to be forced to deliver pizzas because of it? Come on, man. Sell the car. Drive something a little more modest. And then you won’t have to take that part-time job just to pay your car note. You also won’t have people taking pics of your fancy car delivering pizzas. What’s so hard about living within your means?
I didn’t take into account that it could be some spoiled rich kid who got the BMW for their birthday and their parents forced them to get a job. In which case I applaud the parents. But let’s face it, chances are if you’re buying your kid a BMW, then they don’t need a job to get some cash. They have mommy and daddy for that.
I almost feel compelled to get Dominos delivered when I watch the Spurs-Mavericks game tonight in the hope that I get this guy as the delivery driver. If I see a bimmer parked in the street when I open the front door, not only will I give him his $3 tip, but I’m also gonna give him a pat on the shoulder. And maybe an “I’m sorry”.
GO SPURS GO!!!
So yesterday as I was watching The Masters, I had to chuckle as I witnessed Tiger’s meltdown. Usually, I don’t really care that much about golf. Especially not enough to waste precious television time on it. But I tuned in for the sole purpose of rooting against Tiger. Did I root against him because of all the cheating he did on his wife? No. Anybody with that much fame and money would do the same. So if that’s not the reason why I was rooting against Tiger, then what was? This video answers that question:
The voice you hear is that of Earl Woods, Tiger’s father. He died in 2006. In the video, he is pretty much scolding Tiger. Asking him if he learned anything. Seriously? You had to bring in your dead father to try to make yourself look good?? And Tiger with his pouty face. Are we supposed to feel sorry for this guy? Whatever, Tiger. You officially suck. And Nike can go to hell to for this crap. Using a deceased man to try and save the golden boy. Nice try. I hope it doesn’t work.
Does anyone think there really is such a thing as sex addiction? If so, I’m a sex addict. I love sex, so I must be addicted to it, right? I’m waiting for the day that one of these celebrity schmucks stands up and takes his lumps like a man instead of always blaming something else and going to rehab. I’ll be waiting for a long time…