Monday, September 29, 2014

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30 days, everyone!

Thursday, September 25, 2014

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Welp, cuddling is back, I guess. I don’t know how or when this happened, but obviously this is terrible news. It goes without saying that cuddling sucks. We didn't need this. I’d even go as far to say that people are living in a Golden Age of easily accessible, non-committal ass. Someone invented Tinder and people are able to arrange random sex with strangers from the comforts of their own couch. Then Cuddlr happened and it pooped all in the punch bowl.

But, since I’m all about that creep life and take my journalism seriously, I did the damn thing and downloaded the Cuddlr app to see what it was all about. (Spoiler: I got freaked out and almost immediately deleted it)

So I opened the app and instantly got hit with some bullshit:

Couple red flags:

1) Nah, yo. These egg people are giving off some troubling vibes. And by “troubling”, I of course mean “come back to my place so I can chloroform you, dump you in an ice bath and remove your kidney.”

2) An hour to accept? Someone who looks nice? What does any of this mean? If you’re going to cuddle with an organ harvester, you better dive face first into the act. Make that decision in 10 seconds or less.

How do you find a fellow cuddler, you ask? Apparently the same way you found enemy trainers in Pokemon Red.

Do we just cuddle right on the spot? Do you rent a motel? Should you get drunk first? I have no idea how this works. Either way, you might have to deal with the ramifications of random erections.

Wait, what? PG? I don’t feel comfortable using an app based solely on rubbing genitals if random erections are not socially accepted. Can you see the egg people’s hands in that picture? Exactly. Definitely some yolky funny stuff going on there.

Simply because I’m a competitor, I would strive to be the world’s greatest Cuddlr even though cuddling is fundamentally stupid and pointless. If that means working out less so I get fat, doughy and more cuddle-able then so be it. Perhaps I need go on eBay and buy a CD player so I can create cuddler-specific mixtapes for each of my meetings. There’s being a good cuddler and then there’s going the extra mile for that ‘thumbs-up.’

Now that I’ve pretty much transformed cuddling into a sport, let’s see what the deal is:

Ah, the old “we need your Facebook info so your girlfriend and all of your friends can see that you’re using an app to cuddle with strangers” trick. Not going to fall for it this time. With that said, it’s still worth poking around and seeing what the clientele is looking like. You know, for experimental reasons.

Let’s call a spade a spade - lots of dudes, including two infants. And a picture of two ninjas fighting each other with fences. It’s safe to assume that this app has a few kinks to work out in the user department. Shout out to Evie, though. Her phone battery must be hot to the touch with all the cuddle requests that must be rolling in. Basic only-chick-at-a-sausage-fest economics right there.

It may come as a surprise that I deleted the Cuddlr app about 45 seconds after downloading it, but it had to be done. They were asking about my government name and wanted to make me into a social pariah. Plus the egg people were VERY off-putting. Other than that, I can see this app going through some real struggles. Zero dudes actually want to cuddle, we all get erections, and, to be honest, we generally don’t smell awesome most of the time. The market is going to use this exactly like they use Tinder and that’ll bring about some hilariously horrible results.

Monday, September 22, 2014

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Don't know what else to say about this other than BRA-VO.  There are YOLO Mondays where you refuse to log-in to your computer for three hours and then there are YOLO Mondays where you come in, tell everyone that you literally don't give a fuck and leave on the spot.  I'm inspired, but not enough to actually do anything about anything.  I'll just applaud from afar and stare at my screen debating whether or not I should press Ctrl-Alt-Del to officially start this work week.  Shout out to Alaska for repeatedly letting us know that they are still a state, though.

Friday, September 19, 2014

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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

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This is big, nay, HUGE news.  Amid all of the chaos going on in the world we finally have something good to talk about.  We can type on fried chicken keys, y'all.  We made it.

Sure, maybe most of the keys don't have letters and all of them kinda resemble the same piece of chicken, but that's besides the fact.  The Colonel expects you to know the nuances of a standard QWERTY keyboard by now.  Also, do not for one second think that The Colonel action figure overlooking your typing prowess is lost on me.  It's so important that he's there.  So very important.

I basically reacted like a basic bitch at a Beyonce concert when it was revealed that the mouse and flash drive are drumsticks.  Screaming "I CAN'T even right now" all over the place to no one in particular.  There are game changers and then there are drumstick flash drives.

So it goes without saying that my new life goal is winning the KFC keyboard contest on the Japanese KFC website.  Everything else is currently cast aside.  Relationships, hygiene, work, etc. officially placed on timeout until this is all sorted out.

Once I figure out what Anime Colonel is saying, this shit is ON:

Monday, September 15, 2014

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Great and horrible news.  Great because we all get to pretend that we're 11 again, horrible because our bodies simply won't be able to handle it and we're all going to die.  A real coin-flip situation.

Pro: Relive the days where your had sleepovers with friends and someone's parents bought a 24 pack of Surge, three pepperoni pizzas and you spent all night infiltrating lesbian AOL chat rooms to unknowingly talk to other dudes.

Con: Yellow #5.  Granted, the whole "Yellow 5 kills your sperm" thing turned out not to be true, but against all odds, I still believe Surge can kill your sperm.

Pro: Actually that "con" above is a pro.

Con: Fast track to diabetes.  Since I am already resigning to the fact that I'm going to become morbidly obese at some point relatively soon, we might as well expedite the process.  If I have surgically removed feet, I don't have to walk anywhere.

Pro: This .gif that makes so little sense that it actually makes all of the sense:

Con: It honestly never tasted that good.  When you're a citrus flavored drink, you're kind of in purgatory from a taste standpoint.  You're not orange, grapefruit, or tangerine and live life with no identity.  Can't have a soda with no identity in 2014.

Your move, Pepsi Blue.

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Bags of sand, bro.  Bags of sand.

Welp, no going back from here, folks.  Yes, I realize it's Monday and we just went THERE, but I think this was important viewing for a number of reasons:

1)  Japan has left us in the Stone Age as far as weird sex shit goes.  I'm kind of upset about that from a patriotic standpoint.

2)  If (LOL, "if") this kid ever gets to the point in life where he touches real human breasts, I'm pretty sure he's going to be wildly confused/terrified if the girl is not in the arms-over-head position.

3)  How do you win this game?  Seriously, asking...for a friend.

4)  Did NOT like any of the sounds going on in this video one bit.  From the weird dubbed computer voice to the sound of the anime chick giggling, I feel like I need to go to church and take a shower.

5)  Have to give props to the Oculus business model, though.  The untapped market of repressed, introverted, and sexually frustrated teens and young twentysomethings is quite possibly a one trillion dollar industry.

Happy Monday!

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

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So this is a real text exchange that I had with one of my buddies.  He randomly flew out to Miami and had an awesome weekend galavanting around and shit.  Naturally, I was hatin' from afar, but jealous to the point that I had to know every move that he was making.  That's when these texts happened.

Take a quick look at this picture:

Now imagine walking up to (presumably) unapproachable girls, tapping them on the shoulder, showing them that picture and then making a hand phone on your face.  Preposterous, right?  A move I'd deem as downright psychopathic.  But you know what?  There's a good chance that it worked.  From the perspective of the girls, they don't know what the fuck just happened.  This guy basically bought 14 acres of land in your psyche and you don't even know if the move was hilarious or not.  You don't even have time to be creeped out.  The game has officially been changed.  

Stop wearing nice clothes, buying drinks or wearing cologne.  No need to smell good when you can just mash people's minds into confusion. 

Monday, September 8, 2014

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ZOMG.  Guys.  I think I'm blacking out.

*realizes what happened and takes a deep breath*

Ok, I got my shit together and can speak coherently now.  YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*whoops, blacked out again*

So, back to the ducks.  Perhaps the intro wasn't exactly accurate to what we know and love, but ducks aren't capable of wearing monocles.  That's on us, guys.  Can't get an accurate Scrooge without duck monocles.  Huey, Louie and Dewey, on the other hand, killed it.  Those ducks were just waiting to get into some weird shit with their adorable little color-coded hats on.  Made me want to go to the pond and commit the unethical act of straight up stealing ducks.  Thankfully it didn't come to that, but there's always tomorrow because LIFE IS LIKE A HURRICANE HERE IN DUB WORLD.  Sorry.

Friday, September 5, 2014

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This is probably the worst thing to happen to Adam Silver since he took over as commissioner of the NBA.  Can't have the Louis Vuitton don out there looking disinterested as shit playing your sport. Maybe that crossover bounced off his heel out of bounds.  You know what?  It's your fault, Adam.  The basketballs aren't baller enough.  

Welp, looks like basketball is no longer cool anymore.  Guess I'm done with this shit until 'Ye comes back around and endorses it again.  Put some Swarovski diamonds and suicide doors on the sides of the backboard and then we'll talk.

PS.  We cannot overlook the fact that Kanye hit Captain Phillips with possibly the greatest crossover of ALL-TIME, though.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

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It takes a big man to accept when they are starting to become washed-up.  There is no scientific evidence behind this, but as soon as you hit age 26-27, shit just starts slowing down. 

Maybe it’s the noticeable decline in nightlife activity.  Perhaps Tuesday nights become less about happy hour beer specials and more about “But FOX has a tremendous and oft-overlooked Tuesday night lineup.”  Or, most likely, you have a girlfriend/boyfriend and the incentive to go out isn’t quite there anymore.  Whatever your reason may be, if you think that it’s happening, it’s probably happening.

1)      You fell asleep before 11 pm on a Friday/Saturday and didn’t feel bad about it

2)      Getting asked to go out for Thursday drinks suddenly becomes the most arduous riddle ever encountered.

3)      You hit up boozy brunch mainly for the brunch

4)      You are not positive, but there’s a chance that you are STILL hung-over from the 5 beers that you had on Sunday

5)      You have an encyclopedic knowledge of all new shows released on Netflix over the past 4 months

6)      You asked, “Can I please see the dessert menu?” on a Friday/Saturday night

7)      The mere prospect of playing full-court basketball is legitimately terrifying

8)      You hear a song you like, start dancing, convince yourself that there is gum on your shoe, see no gum and proceed to stop dancing.  Forever.

9)      The whole idea of hitting on people starts to seem stressful, expensive and tiresome

10)    You get drunk and read books

11)    The booty calls/texts are not flowing in quite like they used to

12)    You downloaded Snapchat four months ago but haven’t sent a snap yet.

13)    You leave the bar well before last call just so you can beat the cab rush

14)   You haven’t purchased a new Madden game since 2012 because “the only thing  that changes are the players”

15)   Your Friday night “turnt” attire is whatever you wore to work that day

16)   You haven’t shaved in a week because, honestly, what’s the point?

17)    The only songs you know the words to are the songs played on the radio

18)    Buying a bucket hat starts to seem like a good, practical idea

19)   You go to a party and utter under your breath:  “Who are these people?”

20)   You likely have a very severe injury that you never got diagnosed because going to the doctor is an insurmountable task at this stage in the game

21)   You toyed with the idea of going to a movie by yourself, but you haven’t done it yet

22)   Crate & Barrel, though

23)   You have to stretch before you even consider doing anything athletic.

24)   You have a food rewards card in your wallet that needs two more stamps for a free meal

25)   The only shot you can take without sneakily throwing up in your mouth is Fireball

26)   “Sleeping in” means waking up at 8am, laying in silence for 45 minutes and playing with your phone for an hour

27)   You opened an incognito tab on your Google Chrome browser and typed in: “Am I washed up?”