The days of laboriously assembling a sandwich like a troglodyte are over thanks to Candwich canned sandwiches.
Be sure to stock up for the end times - oh wait, these are the end times:
"And they didst take upon their tables, those with the mark of the beast, jars of bread that shined like brass, and there was much gnashing of teeth, for the time of tribulation was nigh."
- Revelation 12:16
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, April 25, 2011
Bud Light
I went to this place that had 50 cent Bud Lights. I was torn - it was 50 cent beer. But it was Bud Light. But it was 50 cents.
Anyhow, apparently you can now "make you mark" on Bud Light bottles with a car or house key. Someone had taken the liberty of premarking my beer by scrawling "fags" on it. Is that hilarious or a hate crime? Or just what one might expect when typical bar patrons are given a forum for expression in my town?
Anyhow, apparently you can now "make you mark" on Bud Light bottles with a car or house key. Someone had taken the liberty of premarking my beer by scrawling "fags" on it. Is that hilarious or a hate crime? Or just what one might expect when typical bar patrons are given a forum for expression in my town?
Labels:
beer,
bud light,
fags,
fail,
make your mark
Saturday, January 29, 2011
WTF Frozen Foods
Buzzfeed presents a list of unusual frozen delicacies.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Goodgame Farmer
Nice try, Friendster, but a lame ripoff of Facebook's most annoying app is probably too little too late.
Coincidentally, FarmVille itself is also a ripoff of something called Farm Town, whose makers must be in a permanent state of wtf?
Coincidentally, FarmVille itself is also a ripoff of something called Farm Town, whose makers must be in a permanent state of wtf?
Labels:
app,
facebook,
farmville,
friendster
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Penis Pasta
I thought this was an unfortunate translation of "penne" at first, but no, it is literally penis-shaped pasta. The product advertises its self as "perfect for bachelorette parties," because what party is complete without pasta? Forget the obligatory meatball and/or alfredo sauce joke, there is a recipe for “Big Balls, with Steamy Sauce and Penis Pasta” on the box.
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