Oh Yes!
I thought about sparing you all this video, but I couldn’t help myself! (What is it about guys that makes us want to share disgusting stuff with each other? Do we like watching the other person suffer through what we just did so that we can feel better about having experienced it ourselves? You know what I mean: “Oh Man! This stinks…SMell It!” Or…”This milk is spoiled…Taste it!”) Guys…We’re wierd!
Anyways, along that same vein, I hope you “enjoy” this video, and I would love to hear your cooments about this band’s musical and lyrical abilities (as well as sharing your kid-pop-star memories)
Filed under: Humor
Pretty much nothing, but they’re still hilarious.
Perhaps it would be a fruitful exercise to discuss some of the pros and cons of purchasing a Snuggie…
Pros
- Your hands don’t get cold when you answer that handheld telephone
- Your blanket doesn’t slip off when you adjust on the couch
- They’re so convenient!
- They’re so affordable!
- You and your family can stay warm at sporting events together
- They come in maroon
- Doubles as a great monk costume for Halloween
Cons
- You look you’re in a cult if and when you wear them with your family in public
- They cost money
- They’re called Snuggies
- …?
Wow, it seems like there are a lot more pros than cons! Unless of course you can help me think of some more cons to purchasing one, I just might!
–joshcan
Filed under: Humor
Check out this theological statement on the absence of breakfast in heaven.
–joshcan
Here is a plug for all the fellas to come to VFC’s Man Night, Tuesday April 6th at the VFC House.
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So some friends of mine threw a party the other day for just the bros. It was a ridiculously hilarious celebration of masculinity. And inbetween cracking coconuts on the concrete because we wanted to fight for our food(not because anyone particularly liked coconuts), chopping heads of lettuce with a sword (we have pictures) and grilling anything and everything we could find, I had an epiphany. A Manpiphany, so to speak.
Two actually. They both involve food…go figure.
First. While waiting on my unshucked corn and a loaf of bread to finish grilling, I began to see that my timing was quite poor. In my giddy carnivorous state, I had taken my hunk of steak off the grill WAY before any other item of my meal would be ready. So I sat there for a few minutes while my $3.17 steak got cold. So sad. But then, it occurred to me! … No where in the Book of Man does it say that one must have each item of your meal complete simultaneously–then you are free to eat. No, indeed, I discovered! I can eat my steak now, my corn later, my bread in a minute, and my salad last if I don’t come to my senses and ditch it altogether! So I did. It was a great moment.
Second Epiphany. Eating my steak. Frustrated at how my fork and knife stood between me and my meat, it came to me. No longer must I subject myself to the social tyranny of table etiquette. Put down those bent Goodwill utensils. Take up your fist and manhandle that steak. You see your friends over there in the yard having fun? You wish you could be there?! GO! Take your steak in your left hand, your drink in your right and join them!
So I did. And just in time. It was a wonderful thing to realize. Something I don’t think our fair sisters will ever fully appreciate.
So be freed brothers. Remember: Eat each thing one at a time if you want to. Enjoy it while it’s hot. Eat with your hands. And all food is portable (even mashed potatoes).
–joshcan
Filed under: Humor
- Wallpaper Pix of best friends on cell phone
- Non-baggy jeans–AOkay. Tightpants (one word)–Aint no way.
- Being a vegetarian for any other reason than an allergy to protein
- To watch and enjoy Nip-Tuck, Desperate Housewives and/or American Idol (AT ALL, but especially) by yourself.
- To play badminton passionately, unless you’re Asian
- To iron your t-shirts or boxers.
- To have one of those keychains that says something like “I don’t have multiple personality disorder. But I DO!!!”
- Personally, I think not owning a single flannel shirt is substantially non appropriate.
But I could be wrong. What else you got?
–joshcan
We all know the gist. A girl has a friend drop her off at your house, bakes you and 10 other guys dinner, can’t quite get the oven working right, it takes longer to bake than she thought, calls her mom confused and angry, then starts crying. You sit there, dumbfounded, eating your chicken and rice thinking, “Dang, this is good. I should tell her it’s good so she’ll stop crying.” To no avail. You insist, “It’s good! I promise! Really, yummmmmm!! See? I’m eating it and liking it! Man, where’d you get this recipe?”
Filed under: Humor
- Hugh Grant–not that he’s trying to be. But still. Which pretty much goes for this whole list.
- Dead baby jokes–yes, they do exist. And they’re not funny.
- Most current SNL.
- Bill Murray.
- Girls.
- Dead dogs.
- That foot smell after you play sports in the same shoes for a year and a half.
- Losing in racquetball.
- Losing in Ultimate.
- Losing in anything sport.
- Except basketball–that IS hilarious.
- Losing things.
- “Meet the Parents” with Ben Stiller.
- This video.
- Got anything I should add to this list?
All that being said, here is one thing I do think is substantially hilarious. Please enjoy.
–by joshcan
Filed under: Humor
- Talking Like Homestar Runner and Strongbad
- Zack Migioia
- Making up nic-names for Zack Migioia: Midge, Midgie-Mon, Majidge, Majidgie-Monster, Midgonadon, Pidge, Pidgie-Majidga-Migdie Man, etc.
- Of course, dogs named Courtney, Jennifer, Jeremy, Phillip, Terrance, etc.
- This video from Flight of the Conchords. (And that’s the only one I can recommend)
- Guys that drink with straws.
- Intentionully misspelling wrods.
- Dinosaurs
- Matt Lutey (especially dribbling a basketball)
- Peoples’ attempts to break awkward pauses in conversation
- Etc…
- What are some random things you think are hilarious?
–by joshcan
Filed under: Humor
Compelled by the call of God to subdue the earth, a group of East Tennessee, snow-deprived young men endeavored to create Knoxville’s largest snowman, and perhaps the world’s only 7.5 foot Snow-Bear Warrior. We named him Eric. But I’d like to rename him Bearic, the Frosty Killer.
Here’s the process of our feat of masculinity.
His bottom section has to weigh a couple hundred pounds, and we had to create a ramp to roll the middle section up there.
His right arm goes all the way to the ground, and his left arm (because we got lazy and cold) ended up being two 5-foot sticks, holding a cookie sheet shield.
That’s me trying to be as cool looking as Bearic, for scale, of course.
–joshcan
Filed under: Humor
So I’ve got this “pet peeve,” so to speak. And hopefully you can relate. When dog owners give their pets people names. When I’m in the mall or some place comparable, and I see an older lady or some high school aged female, and they’ve got a dog that’s too small to sustain itself in the wild and they call it “Jessica” I just can’t help but feel like something is terribly wrong. Animals should be named things like Tiger, or Spock, or Lucky, or Pit-of-Vipers, etc. NOT names like Jonathan, Phillip or Elizabeth.
Some, however are okay. Ralph, Jack, Bob. I can handle those. But please don’t name your dachsund Jeremy or your Shitzu Amanda.
It’s just wrong.
Any other examples?
–by joshcan
