So I was going through some pictures today and found a pretty classic succession of pictures of Baby Mac.
When he was a baby, he got up on the sofa and couldn't get down, so he decided to keep climbing...or at least give it his best shot.
He tried climbing between the back of the couch and a pillow
He almost made it over.
But then he got a little sleepy.
And he tapped out.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
The Dracho
Dave just invented a new food. It has the nutritional benefits of a Snickers wrapped in butter, but it tastes like a unicorn covered in candy corn...if that was a food.
It's 1 part chip, 1 part mozzarella cheese, 1 part Daris' awesome chicken. Cannot be duplicated. Call for sample.
It's 1 part chip, 1 part mozzarella cheese, 1 part Daris' awesome chicken. Cannot be duplicated. Call for sample.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
We have a better Mascot than you
And no, Kenny, that's not our lamp.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Oh snap, did I do that?
1. You've gotten into someone's vehicle parked in front of an establishment and just assumed they would operate as a city cab.
2. In an effort to get laid, pretended to be a celebrity that you clearly look absolutely NOTHING like...and you later find out was on the live television show that was playing above the bar. Not proud of that one.
3. Tried to ride any domestic animal as a rodeo clown.
4. Peeled the plastic wrapper off the individually packaged slices of cheese and eaten the plastic instead of the cheese.
5. Stolen a handicapped person's...anything.
6. Climbed something so high that you got scared once you looked down and got "petri-stuck".
7. Peed on someone's car tire... and had the car alarm go off...in a crowded parking lot.
8. Microwaved Captain Crunch.
9. Sang kareoke at a memorial wake which you mistook as a buddy's company party with an open bar.
10. Thinking you were getting hot with "Charleen" when in reality you've one-way "sexted" you're 65 year old neighbor named "Charlie"...for like 15 minutes. Woops.
11. Ridden a riding lawnmower indoors.
12. Made it all the way to the front door, in the dark, after a one night stand, only to realize your sneaking out of your own house.
13. Turned a drunken Hat-Trick: You've invented a word, invented a product, and invented a drink all in one night. Unfortunately you can't remember any of them the next day, just that you did it.
14. Having actually drank yourself sober. It is a fact that if you drink enough Patron in one night, you will involentarily start drinking water and sober up. Granted, I just made the fact up, but I'm so removed from reality these days that I'm delusional to the point of believing pretty much anything I conjure up. Soooo, fact.
15. Instead of getting upset about losing your phone or wallet the night before, called your buddies and made a drinking game of re-collecting your goods and belongings in a scavanger hunt-style operation the next day.
Man, my liver does NOT miss college.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Oldies but Goodies
So I have decided to move to a different country. The United States is getting to be too much of a pain in the ass with all the Bureaucratic bullshit and nonsense that comes with living in this country:
I don't want to pay $11 a gallon.
I don't want to go to war for some stupid asshole who knows what's best for me.
I don't want to stand in line at Wal-Mart with the lingering smell of Aqua Velva and disappointment flowing through my nostrils while waiting to be mugged in the parking lot.
I don't want to be subjected to the exhaust from a 1983 Chevy 1-ton next to me at the stop light with a 1981 over-the-cab camper filled with illegitimate children and empty whiskey bottles.
I don't want to go to the movies and see the same laughless, stupid shit over and over again while resenting every bite of my 14 dollar bag of popcorn.
I don't want to listen to stupid ringtones that reflect what kind of person someone is based on their societal views and their rebellious nature.
I don't want to be laughed at by Canada for being identified as the country with fat, out of shape, pieces of shit as occupants; Canadians are French.
I don't want to know what a corn dog is.
I don't ever want to see Oprah again.
I want to drink water that doesn't have to be treated with two dozen chemicals in order to be considered "clean".
I want to see a tree that was grown from a seed that fell from another tree; as opposed to being planted by some hippie organization that defends the rights of organic vegetable farmers and alternative fuel powered vehicle producers.
I don't want to be owned by technology.
I want my neighbor to own a record player so I can borrow records.
I want to ride a bicycle without the fear of being hit by a car full of 17 year old high school drop-outs on the way to mug someone in the Wal-Mart parking lot.
I want to water my lawn on odd and even days.
I want to use rabbit ears on my television without being threatened by a cable company.
I want to take the train without having to ride next to imported goods or milled timber.
I don't want to be criticized for not voting.
I want my currency to be worth more than the ink used to produce it.
I want to live by a beach that isn't populated by actors/waiters/waitresses.
I want to live in a country where the GDP isn't overshadowed by the profits of a Toby McGuire movie.
I don't want to be so hated that I have to worry about "Homeland Security".
I don't want to think that "Two Buck Chuck" is good wine.
I want to go see a play without being made fun of for going and seeing a play.
I want to work 30 hours a week and still be able to pay my bills.
I want to be able to hit on a girl while wearing either a scarf, a sweater vest, or suspenders.
I want to tell a topically relevant anecdote and not be ostracized for being pretentious.
I want to sleep for an entire Wednesday.
I want to live in a country that's had a war on it's own soil.
I don't want to get a ticket for smoking (yeah you Belmont).
So that's what's up with me today.
I don't want to pay $11 a gallon.
I don't want to go to war for some stupid asshole who knows what's best for me.
I don't want to stand in line at Wal-Mart with the lingering smell of Aqua Velva and disappointment flowing through my nostrils while waiting to be mugged in the parking lot.
I don't want to be subjected to the exhaust from a 1983 Chevy 1-ton next to me at the stop light with a 1981 over-the-cab camper filled with illegitimate children and empty whiskey bottles.
I don't want to go to the movies and see the same laughless, stupid shit over and over again while resenting every bite of my 14 dollar bag of popcorn.
I don't want to listen to stupid ringtones that reflect what kind of person someone is based on their societal views and their rebellious nature.
I don't want to be laughed at by Canada for being identified as the country with fat, out of shape, pieces of shit as occupants; Canadians are French.
I don't want to know what a corn dog is.
I don't ever want to see Oprah again.
I want to drink water that doesn't have to be treated with two dozen chemicals in order to be considered "clean".
I want to see a tree that was grown from a seed that fell from another tree; as opposed to being planted by some hippie organization that defends the rights of organic vegetable farmers and alternative fuel powered vehicle producers.
I don't want to be owned by technology.
I want my neighbor to own a record player so I can borrow records.
I want to ride a bicycle without the fear of being hit by a car full of 17 year old high school drop-outs on the way to mug someone in the Wal-Mart parking lot.
I want to water my lawn on odd and even days.
I want to use rabbit ears on my television without being threatened by a cable company.
I want to take the train without having to ride next to imported goods or milled timber.
I don't want to be criticized for not voting.
I want my currency to be worth more than the ink used to produce it.
I want to live by a beach that isn't populated by actors/waiters/waitresses.
I want to live in a country where the GDP isn't overshadowed by the profits of a Toby McGuire movie.
I don't want to be so hated that I have to worry about "Homeland Security".
I don't want to think that "Two Buck Chuck" is good wine.
I want to go see a play without being made fun of for going and seeing a play.
I want to work 30 hours a week and still be able to pay my bills.
I want to be able to hit on a girl while wearing either a scarf, a sweater vest, or suspenders.
I want to tell a topically relevant anecdote and not be ostracized for being pretentious.
I want to sleep for an entire Wednesday.
I want to live in a country that's had a war on it's own soil.
I don't want to get a ticket for smoking (yeah you Belmont).
So that's what's up with me today.
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