... humor can be a little alien...

Secret Taco...

So apparently its NATIONAL TACO DAY... or so says El Torito... ! 

Huzzah! I mean who doesn't love a free taco... so how does one score a free taco from El Torito? Just whisper "Secret Taco" to the server... ... what in the who now?! Maybe its just me... but if I'm whispering "Secret Taco" to anyone I expect to be lead through a dark alley into a backroom where a selection of freshly trafficked Taiwanese Lady Boys will be presented for me to choose from.

Lawrd, child, I would have LOVED to been sitting on the marketing meeting where this was developed. Picture it: California. A conference room filled with old white men.

Old Generic White Business Man #1 "Lets put an ad in the 'Pennysaver!'"  

Old Generic White Business Man #2 "No, no, I've got it, lets have a printable coupon."

Old Generic White Business Man #3 "Don't be ridiculous, lets just save time and have them say 'secret taco.'" 

All of the interns snicker, "Crispy or soft!?"

Old Generic White Business Man #3 "We'll give them the option."

o.0

Well, I'd certainly would prefer NOT to have my Secret Taco Crispy... ouch...! I definitely plan on spending the rest of today whispering "Secret Taco" to people and just see where the day takes me... Taiwanese Lady Boys? SNAKE EYES!

... break from the chains...

You know what, Wilson Phillips, I would like to believe you, I really would. There has been a lot of pain, but I just don’t think I can do it anymore. I want to turn around and say goodbye to the Kardashians, but much like bedbugs, they just keep coming back. They gave Kris her own daytime talk show for fucksake! 

I just don’t think I can hold on for one more day. Now I’m all for owning responsibility for my actions, I did not watch the MTV Video Music Awards, I mean MTV doesn’t even show videos anymore, what the hell are they awarding? But that didn’t stop Miley Cyrus’s freaky ass giraffe tongue from being plastered all over the interwebs. Talk about holding me down and making me cry! 

I’m waiting for things to go my way, but how may times can I say “one more day?” I’m clingin’ to the precipice, hangin’ on by the tips of my Lee Press-Ons [and if this shit weren’t French Manicure, I would have plummeted long ago]. I survived through the K. Stewart years, and thank jebus that Twilight shit is finally dead, but yet still Justin Bieber lingers and that schlub Seth Rogen is still making movies! How is that even possible?! I keep waiting for Rod Serling to step out and punk me Thanksgiving [and or Fourth of July] Marathon style. 

So I’m telling you now, Carnie, Chynna, and Wendy, I will be holding on for just the one more day, and I swear to god, if things don’t change, I’m gonna hold you bitches down and give you something to cry about.

You've been warned...



Oh and WTF, Syria...?

Bananas are good for you!

So I was doing my daily catching up on the HuffPo... thats what the kids call it, if I have to explain it to you, then yer too old and should be catching up on your NCIS or whatever it is on CBS that you watch... but anywho, so they post this article with the lead as "The Most Awkward Ad You'll See all Day" [or some shit, I'm paraphrasing because I partially can't be bothered].

Now that ad is for some mascara that sorta makes a joke on men's packages [junk, bulges, man meat, sock monkeys... you catch my drift], and to connect the dots, the men keep the mascara in their pants to give the illusion of length, which is what mascara does to eyelashes, get it? Its a joke. Anywho, Its not an awesome ad, its just kinda silly middle of the road mildly clever. But then I read some of the comments, granted not all were negative, but by the reaction of some people you'd think that it was porno!

"That was....horrific."

"Try explaining that ad to your 6 year old!"

Bitch why are you showing this to your six year old... hold on while I flag you and call social services...

... Okay, I'm back, so the point of my rant is, society needs to stop being all uppity about the fact that men have junk in the front. Girls, just stop being squicked out by peen.

"I can't! Its so threatening and aggressive!" I can hear some bitch protest. Well bitch, its a dick, not a gun. Sure it could shoot yer eye out if you aren't careful, but the most you'll need is a tissue. Long story short, we've been told for years that women's bodies are gorgeous and beautiful and that we should paint and embrace our vaginas, while conversely, men need to make sure that they hide their shame behind unflattering underwear and board shorts because "ew"... well damn it, its like to erase that double standard, because there ain't nothing wrong with the sight of a guy at the beach sporting in a Speedo.

There isn't anything inherently "offensive" about a wang, we just need to stop being all puritanical about it... Trust, the vag isn't exactly the beautiful blooming flesh flower that Georgia O'Keeffe would lead us to believe... its more like a gash with a Sarlacc Pit in the middle... and believe me, my Boba Fett action figure has got some stories! 

So lets just dance this shit out like this guy... ain't no shame in his game!

Worst. Pokemon. Ever.

Spoilers: Pacific Rim

So the movie starts with some narration talking about how these giant monsters called kinkajous are coming out of a giant vag that’s in the middle of the ocean. So fast forward, one of these kinkajous is off the coast of Alaska and the dude from Sons of Anarchy and his brother hop into Mecha-Godzilla and run off and kick the monsters ass, but not before the one brother get ripped out of the head of Mecha-Godzilla and gets eaten. 

So Sons of Anarchy guy gets all sad and quits the Mecha-Godzilla program and becomes a construction worker building a giant wall along the coast of Alaska, since I guess the Mexicans are fed up with crossing the border through the desert and now trying to get into Alaska for all the farm work that they have in the future.

Then it’s like five years later again, and Stringer Bell comes to get Sons of Anarchy back into the Mecha-Godzilla program. And at first he was all, “no,” but then Stringer Bell was like “You can die, or you can die in a Jaeger!” And then Sons of Anarchy was like “’Merica!” Hell, even I was ready to sign up, I mean who wouldn’t want to die in a Jaeger Bomb! WOO HOO SPRING BREAK! 

So Sons of Anarchy goes to Hong Kong with Stringer and they meet up with that naked bitch from Babel, and I’m still trying to figure out why Stinger is talking in some British accent. So then Owen and Charlie show up, and Charlie is like some science nerd kinkajou aficionado and Owen is like all gimpy.

Then Stringer is showing Sons of Anarchy around the Thunderdome, where all the Mecha-Godzillas are, and I was like, “Damn, bring on Tina!?” But instead we get like some Russians with bad bleached out weaves, some Asian basketball players, and some Aussies played by some old dude and Warlow. It’s pretty awesome that this movie has all of the cultural stereotypes of a Jerry Bruckheimer flick!

Cut to Charlie and Owen, and Owen is like, oh the next instance is going to be like two kinkajous and then three, until the planet is over run. But Charlie is all, “we should totally mind meld with this brain that I have that is still alive.”

Then Sons of Anarchy is all play fighting with everyone, and Babel Bitch is all “pishaw,” so Sons of Anarchy is like, “bring it on, Babel Bitch.” So they fight and she kicks his ass and then he is all “she is my new pilot,” but Stinger is like, “no way.” But then later Stringer gives Babel Bitch some little red shoe to show her that he is a friend of Dorothy or something and then she is in the cockpit with Sons of Anarchy. So they’re all doing a mind meld and Sons of Anarchy all watching some Godzilla film like in some future immersive 3D with some little girl carrying a red shoe while being chased by some giant crab monster, and I’m like “Drop that shoe and run, Bitch!” So she is like hiding by a dumpster and then a Mecha-Godzilla comes and kills the monster and the guy comes out of the Robot and ITS STRINGER BELL!  I did not see that coming!

Charlie ends up doing a mind meld with the brain, so then he is telling Owen and Stringer that the Kinkajous are just genetic bio-weapons used for like pre-terraforming or some other plot point. Then BLAM, suddenly there are two kinkajous coming out of the ocean vag. So all of the Mecha-Godzillas are deployed except for Sons of Anarchy and Babel Bitch [because the bitch almost blew up the Thunderdome]. So like the Chinese basketball players jet off in their three armed robot and the Russians, not be out done, are all like Steampunk Cos-Play in their total communist bloc robot. So they’re like fighting and they both die, then Team Australia is all, fighting the monsters, but somebody forgot to pay the electric bill, so they totally lose power. Then one of the monsters is jetting off to downtown Hong Kong to find Charlie. So then Warlow and his dad start shooting sparklers at the giant monster, who is all pissed because like fireworks make him anxious and he forgot his Thunder Coat. So the monster is about to eat a Vegemite sandwich when like Sons of Anarchy and Babel Bitch show up! And like my mind is BLOWN! Talk about surprising twists! So they’re all fighting the monster, who is like underwater one minute, but then standing in knee deep ocean water the next. So then they kill the one and chase down the other before it eats Charlie with its Electric Daisy Carnival tongue. So they’re all fighting and suddenly the monster grabs Mecha-Godzilla then BLAM suddenly its fucking Rodan! And Rodan flies up into space with Mecha-Godzilla, and Sons of Anarchy is all “oh fuck, we’re dead. We have nothing left.” But then Babel Bitch is all, “not quite, sucka!” and a big red button magically appears that says “Sword” on it. I mean, talk about luck! It’s just a shame that it wasn’t there earlier when they were all punching the monster before it turned into Rodan, because then they just could have lopped its head off from the get go. 

So they kill Rodan and fall from space but land in the stadium, probably a soccer stadium, so it wasn’t really important. Then everyone is like “YAY!” and even Warlow is like “you guys are like so fucking awesome” but he says it not with words, but a nod and a smile. Classy!

Then the two remaining Mecha-Godzillas are going to blow up the inter-dimensional vag while Charlie and Owen mind-meld with a dead monster baby, and they discover that the plan is going to fail because like they need like a monster DNA passcode to go into the vag. They fly back to the Thunderdome, because I guess there is no cell service where they were, and tell the two Mecha-Godzillas right before they drop a bomb. So then Sons of Anarchy and Babel Bitch cut this one kinkajou in half with their sword [good thing they remember that they had it this time!] while Stringer and Walrow drop the bomb to blow up the category 5 kinkajou. So like it’s raining dead fish for a second because the ocean water went away, then came back and Sons of Anarchy and Babel Bitch are like dragging half of the one kinkajou to use as protection to enter the trans-dimensional vag, and they’re like “oh shit, number five alive!” when the super kinkajou shows up again. Mecha-Godzilla kills Johnny Five and they use his passcode DNA to falling into the vag. So Sons of Anarchy ejects Babel Bitch because she was all like “I’m tie-tie, Imma take a nap now.” So then he is all alone, falling through the super-space tube coming out the buh-hole on the other side. Then he sees the cute little aliens on the other side, and he is all “BLAM BITCHES” and he ejects from Mecha-Godzilla right before blowing it up. Then he quickly slides back into the buh-hole as if it were a used Twink after Gay Pride, then the whole alien planet blows up and the vag is closed forever. 

So both Babel Bitch and Sons of Anarchy surface in the middle of the ocean and she thinks he is dead and is all hugging him because apparently she doesn’t know CPR, and he is like, “bitch, I need my space,” and then the rescue helicopters fly past them. Not sure why the helicopters didn’t stop to pick them up, maybe they were going to Mickey D’s because it was McRib season and were going to pick them up on the way back.

Then, finally, Ron Pearlman cuts his way out of the dead monster baby and is all “I said CHA CHA HEELS! Black ones!”

And Scene.

... tell Mom "HI" from jail, Dad... !

“Ma’am, are you okay, ma’am?” The Officer asked, shining his flashlight in my face.

“Huh?” I said, as the fog lifted from my brain and I began to register where I was, “This is not my beautiful house, this is not my beautiful—“

“--Ma’am, you were behind the wheel of that large automobile,” he interrupted, nodding his head in the direction of a rented U-Haul truck, “when you rear-ended this Toyota Camry here. Can you tell me what happened?”

My mind raced as I tried to piece together the details. Then I remembered my hair stylist, Mary F, called me up and asked me if I would help her move. Now this bitch ain't one for day labor, that’s what the parking lot of Home Depot is for, but she said that she only needed somebody to drive a U-Haul truck for her, and that she would give me a free cut and color [not it’s not that the carpet doesn't match the drapes, but I thought I could mix it up a bit with some highlights or something, and lord knows I have a hard time saying no to free shit, so of course I said I would].

I showed up at her place and the U-Haul was all loaded up, she had even crammed some funky smelling plants in the front passenger seat. When I had asked her why she didn't just stick those in her car with the rest of her herb garden, she told me that she had to split up the garden, just in case. It struck me as odd, but whatevs, free cut and color. Besides, she has always been a little wacky anyway.

I had been driving down the 405, the smell of the plants filling the cabin of the truck, when traffic had slowed to a stop. But there was something in my head that told me not to stop, just to keep going—

“Oh my god, its just like ‘The Happening,’” I cried out to the cop as the pieces clicked into place. The cop looked puzzled. “You know, the movie, the one with Marky Mark!” I said. The cop still didn't register. “The one with the plants that make people kill themselves!”

“Sounds like a dumb movie.”

“It was, but that’s what happened! It was the plants, they were trying to get me to kill myself, they’re turning on us!” I exclaimed pointing to the plants in the cab while pulling my t-shirt up over my mouth and nose to filter out the brain controlling plant pheromones. The cop walked over to get a better look at the plants then came back and pushed me onto the trunk of the Camry. At first I thought he was being a bit forward, but he was pretty hot, so I was game, until he started to read me my Amanda Rights [or whatever they are].

“What are you arresting me for?!” I protested as calmly as I could with my face pressed against the trunk of a car in totally a not-as-fun-as-the-fantasy-is kinda way.

“Ma’am, you are under arrest for transporting a highly potent strain of marijuana plant. This plant is so potent that even being next to the plant will get you higher than balls.”

“But this isn’t my stuff, I swear,” and just as I was saying it, I wondered what percentage of the people on the show Cops were only guilty of being tricked into helping a friend move. The cop was loading me into his car when I saw Mary F nervously drive by with her car filled with contraband plants.

I had better get more than a cut and color out of this shit…