Monday, October 10, 2005
Go bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
I'm watching flippin' darts on the TV. People are cheering like freaking crazy. What the hell? Its fuckin darts. Its a damned bar sport. I understand when they're on TV. I like watching pool cause some of those guys can do some crazy shit, but the audience is always quiet. Why so much yelling for darts???
My uncle's birthday may be today. Or sometime this last week or next week. I know its in October, anyway. Maybe I should email him.
Best yellow pages commercial ever...
This guy and girl are sitting across from each other in a hottub and they have glasses of champagne. The dude farts and a huge bubble comes up so the lady makes a grossed out expression and you see her leaving the hotel room. The guy opens the yellow pages and picks up the phone and then the scene cuts back to him sitting in the tub with a different girl and glasses of champagne. I would have been satisfied with the commercial there, but then he makes this face and turns the jets on and smiles at the girl.
That would never work because farts in a tub full of hot water are the stinkiest things EVER. I have nearly knocked myself out in the tub that way.
The best thing about the darts is that every one of the competitors (there are several matches going on simultaneously), every competitor (are they called 'players' in darts?) every one of the players has the same exact middle-aged, balding, large (w/ beer gut option) build and they are all wearing hawaiian shirts.
The fat man with a beard wearing the shirt with the flamingos, not the fat man with the mustache wearing the shirt with the mermaids and those hawaiian flowers, just got three triple 20s in one turn. That's damned good. Even for professionals.
I fuckin love carrots.
The sad thing is, these obese, poorly dressed men probably have better basic arithmatic skills than I do. Or at least with multiplication up to 3 and using the numbers up to 20. Crazy, drunken bastards.
My uncle's birthday may be today. Or sometime this last week or next week. I know its in October, anyway. Maybe I should email him.
Best yellow pages commercial ever...
This guy and girl are sitting across from each other in a hottub and they have glasses of champagne. The dude farts and a huge bubble comes up so the lady makes a grossed out expression and you see her leaving the hotel room. The guy opens the yellow pages and picks up the phone and then the scene cuts back to him sitting in the tub with a different girl and glasses of champagne. I would have been satisfied with the commercial there, but then he makes this face and turns the jets on and smiles at the girl.
That would never work because farts in a tub full of hot water are the stinkiest things EVER. I have nearly knocked myself out in the tub that way.
The best thing about the darts is that every one of the competitors (there are several matches going on simultaneously), every competitor (are they called 'players' in darts?) every one of the players has the same exact middle-aged, balding, large (w/ beer gut option) build and they are all wearing hawaiian shirts.
The fat man with a beard wearing the shirt with the flamingos, not the fat man with the mustache wearing the shirt with the mermaids and those hawaiian flowers, just got three triple 20s in one turn. That's damned good. Even for professionals.
I fuckin love carrots.
The sad thing is, these obese, poorly dressed men probably have better basic arithmatic skills than I do. Or at least with multiplication up to 3 and using the numbers up to 20. Crazy, drunken bastards.
# posted by Kyle @ 4:23 PM 
