Again I ask you, is Japan the funnest place on Earth? I’m pretty sure this game show works like this: Grease up the ladies and attempt to slide to the other side. It’s almost elegant in its simplicity. Anyone willing to attempt the same stunt state-side should contact me in the comments section.
(Sam makes awesome lists and asked if he could post them here… and thus he is my new best friend.)
You probably started in Rendezvous, Wyoming, Last Resort Creek, Colorado, or Hooker, Arkansas. From here, it’s time to take the tour:
A natural second stop. Warm, familiar.
A slightly more adventurous third stop.
Yep, I went there. Not in the literal sense — I’ve never been here in real life — but in the metaphorical “Don’t GO there!” sense.
There are also cities named Handy in Georgia, Missouri and North Carolina, if those are more convenient.
These are pretty close to each other. I like that when I looked up Big Bone Lick it came up on Google as “Big Bone Lick, KY.” I’m feeling awfully mature tonight, by the way.
This is a good stop. Don’t feel guilty that it sounds like it’s a nice Native American city.
The inspiration for the whole list. The reason that you came. And probably the cause of an infinite number of jokes throughout history.
The Marshall Islands, for those who don’t know, are “a Democratic Presidential Republic in free association with the U.S.” The U.S. invaded and occupied them during World War II. They’re not under U.S. control anymore, but we test missiles from a base there and their currency is the U.S. dollar. I share all these facts as a way of justifying putting it on the list. Bottom line: even if we ended up here by accident, you had to think it was on my mind from the start.
I’m glad we ended up here. This tour could have just as easily wound up in Blue Ball, Pennsylvania. Or, if you’re a lady, it could have been Faker, Texas. Or else you could have pointed the guy to Failetown, Alabama, while you headed to Self, Arkansas.
Hey, it might seem crass, but no one wants to end the tour in Snoring Bay, Washington.
LINK: 11points.
Eric Pozzo writes: “My brother art directed this shoot a while back but I forget what it’s for. Anyway, it ended up on my laptop, which now that I’ve got a new one (thanks Santa) I’m getting rid of. Thought I’d send the pictures your way before kissing them goodbye forever. Long story short, underwear soccer, could anything be more fun?” Good question. Readers, have a look, then leave an answer in the comments section.
Looking for a fun way to send that special someone know what’s on your mind? I find that utilizing the same tools for the bedroom that work in boardroom sends a fairly clear message.
It’s always fun when you find a favorite new blog. Even more so when they share a common interest. Meet Craigslisting, a blog for and about documenting the weirdness that goes on Craigslist, and the weirdness that responds to it. Take this recent adventure by Parisian John (Frank) who answered a rather unique sex ad in Paris. Follow along from the ad, to the pictures, to the correspondence. How fun is that?
LINK: Craigslisting.
Three things that scare me:
1. The idea that one day there might not hair on my head any more.
2. Anything that involves or could lead to my chipping a tooth (this is pretty much the thing that keeps me off track bikes and from Ultimate Fighting).
3. The thought that one day I might be “the wacky uncle,” pulling coins from behind children’s ears and whatnot. You know, that guy.
Until today, with the exception of my highly clogged drain, none of the above seemed overly likely. But thanks to the picture above, I’m probably going to spend my weekend learning to twist balloons. Thanks to Mike Arauz for sending this in; this will double my wacky score, half my dignity, and make the now-likely “uncle” scenario that much more creepy.
Not nearly as dirty as it sounds, but probably not completely safe for work (yeah, you read that right, NSFW) either. Gash or Tash is a quiz made up of pictures of scraggly clumps of hair, shot close enough it’s hard to tell which part of the anatomy it’s guarding. Would you be able to tell the difference if it walked up and bit you on the nose?
LINK: B3ta.
Zoos aren’t sexy enough, bars aren’t artsy enough, and most models don’t experiment with the idea of facial hair nearly as much as they could. I can’t be the only one thinking it. Case in point, La Cita Bar in downtown Los Angeles, where every Sunday, the simple watering hole turns into Girls Gone Wild Kingdom, with a little thing they call “Bronx Zoo.” Lady models do what lady models do best (disrobe), don animal masks, and lounge around so bar patrons can study their form with pencil and paper. On a side-note, this is pretty much what I envision Britney Spears’ sex-room looking like (sexy and weird, probably stinking of last nights vomit, but one hell of a way to spend a Sunday regardless). How fun is that? Watch the video (it auto-plays) and get the links after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »
I have the world’s worst memory and yet, I’ve been able to put together some pretty nice times. There’s something about a nice pair. They stick with you. Anyway, the game, a clever promotion for the movie “Role Models” comes in SFW and NSFW flavors, but either way, you’re going to want to turn the volume down lest Stiffler’s ranting disturb those around you.
LINK: Rolemodelsmovie.
True $49.50 is a lot of money for a single pillowcase. And yes, buying just one pillowcase can be a bit exclusionary to whomever it is you’re sharing a bed with. So don’t think of it as just a pillowcase. What you’re looking at is the worlds first screen-printed and embroidered, ground zero, sexual history catalog. Just add Sharpie. How fun is that? Even better if you actually do buy the pair.
LINK: Icastore.
10 words I find fun: kerfuffle, whippersnapper, nipple, discombobulated, grommet, condiments, spork, floozy, boa, and dogapult ... more »
Pick up someone else's camera.
Let your face get completely slack.
Shake hard.
Flash.
Wait for it to be found.
Smile.
The next time someone picks you up in their car - say a friend or family member - climb in the back, right-hand seat, leaving the front passenger seat empty. With a straight face, tell 'em where to. It's a little game I call "Chauffeur." Fun.
Write the letters "B" and "R" on a one-dollar bill. Tuck your boner anywhere you please. Pull it out when least expected for maximum effect.
For this one, you need to be in the back of a car.
And you can't be the only one there.
first, let your body go limp (it helps to imagine you've actually got no bones).
Next, undo you're seatbelt.
Now play Jello.
The fun starts midway through the first turn one.
On a hot day, few things beat "stinky ice cream":
While eating with a friend, ask if their's smells funny too.
When they go in for a whiff, give the old elbow a little bump.
Not too hard, just enough to powder their nose.
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