Two Guys, Two Girls and a Submit Button

Life doesn't suck. Our lives suck.



Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Adventures in trying to find my own blog...



...while on a public computer.

I can never remember the url to this place, so I usually just google words that I think will bring up the site.

Tonite, while taking the scenic route here, I stumbled across these gems:


And oh, just in case this post was too boring for you, how about some fish shoes?


Not into seafood? Perhaps rat shoes are more your style?

Sunday, November 16, 2008

So you think you can date?



It's November; you're lonely, single, and desperate. You know that when you go back home for Christmas you're going to run into some of your old friends. You know the ones; the ones you can't stand to be around anymore. And you know they're going to ask you...

"How ya' been, what are ya' up to these days?"

But your job sucks. Your apartment sucks. Your friends suck. Your lovelife is non-existent. And know that after so-and-so asks you about your pathetic life, she's going to show you her big stupid diamond engagement ring.

This cannot happen. Again. We all remember your crying session from last year after you ran into that pimply girl who sat behind you in English class at the grocery store, the one who's pretty, rich, and happy now. How could that have happened? She was soooo pimply.

You must have a relationship by Christmas; or at least something that you can fake as a relationship.

So, in a moment of wine-induced strength you take that first step. Like Indiana Jones when he had to step onto the invisible bridge at the end of Last Crusade (spoiler alert: there's an invisible bridge).

You set up an online dating profile.

And before you know it, you've got five suitors filling up your inbox.

But there's only enough time in your schedule to go on two dates before the holidays; so pick two fellers to accompany you on a wild nite on the town...


Below, I've placed five personal ad profiles; some taken from a popular dating website, and some from the FBI's most wanted list. All the information is straight from the respective web site (I changed the wording only, never the content).

Step 1. pretend you're a pathetic girl (if you aren't one already)
Step 2. for each suitor, pretend you're the age that would date him
Step 3. pick two hunky beaus to buy you dinner
Step 4. try not to pick an axe murderer


Contestant No. 1
HistoryBuff_in_the_buff_420_69

Contestant number 1 is in his later years, seeking an older female to share his interests with. He is an avid reader who prefers historical nonfiction. He can often be found in the local library, or traveling to famous American historic sites. He enjoys walking, either in the park or at one of the nearby beaches. Extensively traveled throughout North America and Europe.

Contestant No. 2
NiceGuy_LastPlace_420_69

Contestant number 2 loves going out to dinner and catching a movie, going to book stores, coffee shops, garage sales, taking short road trips, and traveling. Also enjoys playing new golf courses around the country.

Contestant No. 3
Self/motivated_self/starter_420_69

Contestant number three is an eager self starter that has had to work for everything he has. He enjoys spending time on the lake, or just a night in with close friends.

Contestant No. 4
Bi_Party_Guy_420_69

This fine gentlemen is fluent in French has a Master's Degree in International Finance. He spends his time golfing, snowboarding, and clubbing. He's into fast cars, fast women, and curious boys. Serious inquiries only, please.

Contestant No. 5
Rowdyboy_420_69


Our final contestant is a good ole' boy who is a former fireman and current respiratory therapist. He likes to spend his time outdoors, whether it be hunting, fishing, or horseback riding with a special someone.



Answer key

Saturday, November 15, 2008

"Hit a Worker, $10,000" *




*actual sign I saw on the Interstate in Oklahoma.

Yes, normally the word "fine" is up there somewhere, but apparently in the land of red dirt brevity is king. My first thought after seeing it, other than "damn, I wish I could get a picture of that, was "But what if I don't wanna hit a worker? Is there any other way I can get the money?" And my second thought was "Miles Roby would give me ten points for this."

On a related note, I saw these two seemingly unrelated news items (see photo below) in two separate papers today. Intentional? perhaps. Hilarious? definitely.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Buy me this

James Bond villain watch collection

I'm no James Bond junkie, so I'm torn on what I think of these. On the one hand, I really like the idea, on the other, I feel like sort of a poser- almost everything I know about James Bond I learned from Goldeneye on the Nintendo 64.

But anyway, here are my favorites (I don't have pictures, you'll have to check the site):

Thunderball
A View to a Kill
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
The Spy Who Loved Me (jaws's watch)
Licensed to Kill

Thursday, November 13, 2008

We be clubbin' Halloween nite: Idaho Style

Meet Lori Brutsche-Ely (via mug shot).




On October 31st, fearing that her Halloween nite was ending without the proper amount of excitement, she went around The Mint Club (Twin Falls, ID) "stealing beer from other patrons, exposing herself to the band, trying to start fights and refusing to leave the establishment."

And oh yeah, she kicked the bouncer in the groin on her way out of the club (she was going outside to piss; don't worry, she was coming back in).

Later, after being arrested, she bit the officer putting her into the holding cell, requiring him to get a tetanus shot.

She's like the Hannibal Lector of the Gem State.

Doesn't this make you feel pathetic about what you did with your devil's nite?

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

For one moment, I was afraid we had a rival blog...

Two Guys, Two Girls, Two Bottles, Two Bouncers


Luckily, before I dispatched Dan Dorrity to discuss the matter with them, I realized that it's just the title of a news story from Budapest.

Crisis averted.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Don't know where it comes from...

...but it's the greatest thing in the world.


PUPPYCAM


Michael Crichton: author, scientist, dead person



A short summary of his achievements as told by wikipedia...

-harvard undergrad (prick)

-harvard med school (that goes double)

-apparently TIME thought Jurassic Park II was going to be a good movie

-once, as an experiment to test the objectivity of an asshole english professor, turned in a George Orwell essay as his own; the teacher gave him a B-

-married five times, divorced four

-published one story under 6 different titles (Jurassic Park I & II, The Andromeda Strain, Congo, Sphere, WestWorld)

-created TV's hit show ER (but only wrote 3 episodes)

-cowrote the best movie to have a flying cow sequence and use the word "rue" with his wife (Twister)

--he was once named to People's 50 most beautiful people (1992)

-in 'Next' he named a character named "Mick Crowley." The character is a Yale graduate and a D.C. based political columnist. "Crowley" was portrayed as a child molester with a small penis. This is a not-so-subtle slight of Michael Crowley, who is also a Yale graduate, and a senior editor of The New Republic, a left-leaning Washington D.C.-based political magazine. In March 2006, the real Crowley had written an article strongly critical of Crichton for his stance on global warming in State of Fear. The small penis thing is interesting; it has to do with libel protection.

-in December of 1994 'ER' was the number one TV show, 'Disclosure' was the number one paperback and the number one movie (by box office gross)

-a dinosaur has been named after him

-wikipedia page had some errors and I had to edit part of it

- I feel like a mega-nerd



Sunday, November 9, 2008

my presidential elction post

Normally when a black guy looks at me and says something about "change" I step over him and pretend he doesn't exist.

But last week when this happened, instead of ignoring the bum, I went downtown to my local polling place and helped the guy get employment.

Now let's see if he can hold a job for more than four years.