Funny Ideas

Aim Wrong Windows.

Friday, January 23rd, 2009

bvllets – Sometimes, I masturbate to Tron
stparkz – What?!?
bvllets – Whoops wrong window

Garbage Jenga.

Friday, January 23rd, 2009

You probably thought homeless people were going through the garbage for political reasons. Unfortunately i’m sure that they were officialy playing Garbage Jenga. Middle or bottom items moved to the top repeatedly = win. Repeat as necessary. Let’s explore the game.

Garbage Jenga
: You take a can (5¢ dep) from the bottom, and you put it in your pock. Then you take a dead rat from the middle, and you put it on top. You reach for and unwrap a dirty tampon from some old wax paper french fry cover and you drop it on top. You take your dignity from the top, and you look for another 5¢ can at the bottom. You can’t deny the drive of someone looking through garbage. Especially when it’s for big redemption money.

Unfortunately the winners money doesn’t go towards toothpaste or a DeVry trade school or even self banana research. We don’t know with homeless people. I’m sure it’s spent on drugs or a leg, boot, bootleg Chinese made Obama winter cap.

There are no losers when you think about it. We all throw shit out for others to prosper on. Fortunately for them, shit gets thrown out in a certain place. Usually some Gap store in the maill.

If this ever becomes an ad for the Gap, they better pay me.

Garbage Jenga in a nutshell.

Meals on Shoes.

Saturday, January 10th, 2009

Meals on Wheels is probably much more legit than me walking to get some food and then again walking it over to your crippled bedridden ass. I knew Meals on Shoes wasn’t a good idea.

Meals on Heels is a kinder name, although not much more efficient. At all. Meals Not Delivered is always an option. Easier for me at least.

It was a nice try, but I’m not really good for anything.

Gay Bar.

Thursday, January 8th, 2009

I suppose going into a gay bar is less embarassing than having to leave one in a wheelchair.

And that’s all I know about the “In’s and Out’s” of gay bars.

At The Office.

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

Either give me the Eagle Spreadsheet or take off your clothes, lay down on the floor and spread your legs.

Just a regular office question I think. My office is pretty much just me talking to myself so I can’t say how well it works.

Are we out of white out again? Give it to me and I’ll fill it up. Er, I mean I’ll go get some more.

Totally Starving.

Saturday, January 3rd, 2009

I’ll believe that they’re really starving artists when they cancel the free continental breakfasts at the Mariott.

Hotel hippies fuck off.

Hinden?

Wednesday, December 31st, 2008

My dick is like the Hindenberg. It’s a big deal, totally incredibly sweet at the time, then it blows up in front of you and burnsssssssss.

More to follow.

Street Fighter Too.

Wednesday, December 24th, 2008

Street Fighter is one of those things that no one would play if it wasn’t a video game.

Dixie Shots.

Monday, December 22nd, 2008

I drank a ton last night while watching football so I got to play one of my favorite morning games, Dixie shots. Dixie shots is a game where you drink as many dixie cups of cold water as you can before you take a shower. By now you might be saying to yourself, where’s the game?

The game is trying not to puke in the shower. What you need to keep in mind is that drinking cold water then going into a hot shower when you’re hungover is very hard to do. Just make sure you’re really hungover and really thirsty in the morning.

I made it to 12 today but i’m sure that was my limit. That was definately pushing it.

Manatees.

Thursday, December 18th, 2008

I can tell why gay men are so attracted to Man a tease.

Underwater mammalian curiousity is intriguing even to straight man like myself.

RIP Bettie Page.

Friday, December 12th, 2008

Now that Bettie Page is dead, I’m gonna have to get some new porn because I certainly am not a necrophile.

I found that out the hard way. I’m just not into jumping someones bones.

Scull Fuck.

Monday, December 8th, 2008

Me – You know, that girl over there kinda looks like Gillian Anderson.

Friend – Who?

Me – That hot chick from the X-Files.

Friend – Oh, Scully. She was hot.

Me – I thought that was Mulder?

Friend – Nope, she was definitely Scully.

Me – Damn. I wonder times I’ve told people I wanted to fuck Mulder.

Songs About Tomorrow.

Monday, December 8th, 2008

I love songs about tomorrow. They give me a reason to believe in tomorrow, for tomorrow. But of all the songs I’ve heard tomorrow, my favorite song about tomorrow is “I’ve already heard about what happens tomorrow; tomorrow”. I believe that song was written by the Day After Todays.

Prolly some emo band I have no idea.

Don’t Blow Smoke Up There.

Friday, December 5th, 2008

I’ve always wanted to say to someone “Don’t blow smoke up my ass”, but the more I think about it, it doesn’t need to be said.

I mean, I can’t even get baby carrots in there, let alone smoke.

Bongos, You’re gone.

Thursday, November 27th, 2008

I’ve been known to dream things up and imagine some crap that totally isn’t possible. I’m having a hard time with an imaginary crap thought lately. Maybe you can listen to my dilemma.

What I really can’t imagine is a bongo player getting mad by getting let go from a band. I mean, how can that even happen? Can a bongo player actually just get mad for getting fired at a band meeting and be like “Dude, how can you do that to me? I made this band dude. Good luck finding another bongoer that meets this bands musical shortcomings. I’ve been bongoing with you since you got bored with your own music and hired me. I’m irreplaceable dude. Fuck you guys. I’m the sweetest bongoer ever. You can quote me on that.”

I can totally see this happening in my head, but it’s totally not something that would ever happen. In real life the band probably would only fire the bongo guy cause they got another weed connection. Either that or they genuinely didn’t like his bongoing. The band could have been bong-going in the wrong direction. If they were a really classical band maybe they didn’t like how he wrote his bongo sheet music and they couldn’t follow it.

If any of you are in a band and you want to kick out your bongo player, please let me know. I think I can help.

p.s. If you are the sweetest bongoer ever, please leave a comment. And also tell me the name of your band.

Lapdance Plants.

Thursday, November 13th, 2008

I really wish I could set up a farm of plants. Oh yeah that’s actually just called a farm. I want to have a farm to grow things I would enjoy and enjoy not paying for. One example would be weed, but it is illegal and I don’t want no jail time. Another would be okra but it’s completely disgusting. Hmmm, what next.

If I was going to grow something that I would enjoy for free, it would probably be a plant that grows lapdances. God knows how it would work or look. Actually God probably doesn’t even know what a lapdance is. If you begin to think about it, it sounds amazingly weird. Nobody wants to pay money for someone to imitate having sex with you through chafing pants and undergarments. (By nobody I mean nobody who has ever had sex before. Coincidentally strip clubs aren’t usually full of virgins. I think that’s a legal thing.)

These aren’t some plants that I wouldn’t pay attention to. This is a garden that I would take immaculate care of. I would plant them in plenty of soil and make sure they got a generous amount of sun. I would make sure that they were watered properly with free shots of cheap liquor. I would make sure that they got all the nutrients they needed, like cocaine, misguidance, verbal abuse, physical abuse and an alcoholic father. Believe me, these plants would grow into some serious dank lapdances.

Imagine this, I’d have some friends friends over and we’d have a little buzz on. Then i’d ask them if they wanted to try some of my homegrown lapdances. After much explanation that I wasn’t going to be personally giving the lapdances, we’d bust out the end result and have a grand old time. And no one would pay.

The End.

Work Bathroom Fun.

Thursday, November 13th, 2008

*Guy at work just walks out of the bathroom I’m waiting for*

Me – Hey do you know my friend Curtis?

Them – Curtis who?

Me – Curtis E. Flush!

*They turn red and walk away*

*I laugh and urinate*

Short Post.

Wednesday, November 5th, 2008

Edge Parsley is an extreme full name. X Games all over it.

That’s a short post. I’m actually on the laptop in bed. Forgive me.

Cat Vote.

Wednesday, November 5th, 2008

I don’t vote because my cat doesn’t tell me who he likes.

Either he’s super private or needs more schooling.

Hey Light Savings.

Sunday, November 2nd, 2008

I hope you enjoyed your free hour of hookers tonight. Hopefully you know that daylight savings time is best used hourly with hookers. Who knows, maybe you even got the good hookers this time. By good hookers I mean not smart. I think the smart ones would figure it out mid-massacre or at least when you’re taking your last putt.

Smart hookers. I really am stupid.

But not stupid enough to not trick hookers into a free hour of jammin’.