Category Archives: random funny

THIS IS ME: Put a bird on it!

Seriously.  It is.

I mean … right?
Thank you and I love you for sending this, Jennifer Sinski.

"It’s just like a mini-mall!"

I’ve tried and I’ve tried to resist. But I just don’t think I can let another second go by without sharing this awesome video with you:

Don’t you wish this mini-mall – er, flea market! – were in Austin, not Montgomery?

Hey hey! You heard me! Come shop.


TONIGHT: Oversharing, more than likely.

Have you ever wondered what weirdo writes this blog? 
If the answer is ‘yes,’ then perhaps this may interest you.  Tonight I will join the pedigreed improv troupe at The New Movement Theater for their grand opening.  Don’t worry though, I’m not doing improv: I’m terrible at it and you would cry.  The performers at New Movement are brilliant though, and of the handful of times I’ve joined them, they seriously do kill everyone in the audience.  (By which I mean, “make them laugh.” Not. Murder.)
Anyway, I will get up there and share a few stories from my life one at a time, and in between each story the actors get up there and invent comedic genius, ON THE SPOT.  The first time I joined them for one of these nights, I told a 100% true story of Thomas Kinkade, the twee cottage painter, who is … a swinger.   I know because he invited my friend to participate in an orgy with him.  Technically a friend of a friend

Also, Thomas Kinkade has a swinger buddy named “Coke Can Dan.”  Which you can interpret however you like.

Anyway!  Tonight’s stories mostly come my life, but one story comes from someone else’s life.  These aren’t as smutty.  Maybe a little smutty.  Enough to make you laugh (hopefully) but not enough to gross you out.

Tickets for this shin-dig are $5, and you can purchase them here.  The show starts at 9:30, and it’s BYOB.  New Movement is located on the east side at 1819 Rosewood Ave next door to the Nubian Queen Lola’s Soul Food, and a few blocks east of East Side Pies.

Next week, one of my favorite bloggers here in town, Hipstercrite, is in the hot seat!

"Stop having boring tuna, stop having a boring life."

Words to live by.

It’s too cold outside to do anything and as a result, R. and I are watching “Apocalypse Week” on the History Channel. Good morning!

Between Nostradamus predictions and Sir Issac Newton’s lost mystical texts, a commercial for the Slap Chop just came on. AND I LOVED IT.

I don’t know where to begin!

“You’re gonna love my nuts.”

(And I do, Vince.)

YouTube – the gift that keeps on giving (along with my dad) – generously provides a Slap Chop remix:

If you are hungry after watching Vince Offer slap your troubles away, would you care to come out to the chili cook-off at Jo’s? I’m a judge, y’all.