Showing posts with label fuck you clowns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fuck you clowns. Show all posts

Friday, June 10, 2011

Friday Funnies

Luke and I share a weird fascination with QTips. Not sure why, but in college both of us discovered there are few things as satisfying as cleaning your ear canals. What can I say, I'm an idiot. Anyway, while cleaning my ears this morning I stared at myself in the mirror and instantly flashed to Lane Meyer trying to off himself hilariously in Better Off Dead. Thus, we have our inspiration for this week's Friday Funnies.

First up, one of the more underrated characters in the movie, the creepy Ricky. Fucking clowns. I hate them.



I used to use the next quote when I was in high school and college, and no one ever got it. To hell with them, it was a funny moment. And I'm still pissed some uncreative hack stole the exact line and then reused it in that shitty Charlie Sheen/Emilio Estevez movie about garbage men.



And lastly, the wife still to this day won't bring home a baguette without asking if I want some FRAUNCH BREAD.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Readying for the Zombie Apocalypse

Kelly's lady friend alerted me to some geniuses who blended the zombie apocalypse with one of the greatest games ever created, The Oregon Trail. If you love Zombieland (hand raised) and love The Oregon Trail (other hand raised), then this is one of the best time-killers you can find on the interwebs.

In playing The Organ Trail (clever name), you pick a crew, and decide on a profession so the game can alter the experience based on what career you choose. It's awesome because the first choice is "Cop from Kentucky." Well, that was an easy choice, thanks. I created my family truckster crew of myself, Kelly, Dan, Luke and Douglass. Sorry to the wife and poodles, but surviving the zombie apocalypse is a man's job. Well, at least I thought so until Kelly got bit by a zombie about 8 feet into the drive and died about two days later when we reached Chicago. Damn, Kelly, you gotta be stronger than that.

I finished the game without losing anyone else, and found that I was a great barterer and shooter when having to scavenge for provisions. I know it's just a video game (and an 8-bit one at that), but I'm feeling more confident about my ability to make it through the zombie apocalypse in one piece, because all these things are just training, like for a marathon. But of wits.