When we were just little cupcakes, our favorite author was Richard Scarry which may explain our small obsession with magazines. Richard Scarry’s Best Story Book Ever read like just like a magazine for cuddly little cartoon animals who wore overalls. Seriously you will never see more overalls in one sitting than you will when you read a Richard Scarry book.
Proof of Excessive Use of Overalls in a Children’s Book
Exhibit A: Lowly worm with a pal clothed in overalls.
And now for the funniest video we’ve seen in quite some time:
One lonely Beastie I be… all by my self without my worm Lowly…
Ew. Have you seen this Heineken commercial? If it were slightly funny or even remotely clever we might be able to overlook the crass and obnoxious tone of the ad. On second thought, no, not a chance. It is just bad. What is the implication here? Is the robotic creation supposed to represent the perfect woman? Multiple arms and a womb filled with the cold stuff. It really is grotesque. Comments?
It’s gettin’ hot in hur. Yeah that’s right, hur, like thur. Cause we’re down like that. No actually we’re nothing like that. Not down at all really. Not even a little bit.
Please, don’t go back to work without watching this video. Seriously, unless you don’t mind being the only kid in the cubicle who hasn’t seen the latest, of the moment viral vid. Remember how you felt a couple of weeks ago when everyone was talking about Dramatic Chipmunk and you had no idea what or who that was? Don’t let it happen again. If you’re reading this through an RSS feed, take the time to make the strenuous, physically draining three clicks to the site to watch the video. It’s for your own good. Kind of like vegetables.
Recipe for Walking it Out Fosse Style
1 Bob Fosseesque choreography via some random 60s television clip
3 Pastel Pantsuits
3 minutes 26 seconds of Unk
Umpteen million hip thrusting dance moves performed by 3 bouffant wearing Tammy Faye lookalikes wearing sunglasses for headbands.
Combine ingredients. Shake and serve over ice.
We have a rule around here and that rule is: No walking it out without the penguins. Period.
This is the clip they should have shown in theaters because Happy Feet the movie was…yeah, not so much.
PS-Feed readers: You spoke and we’re listening! Clicking links is hard work and we are taking steps (albeit baby steps) to make your lives easier. Soon videos will show up in your layercake feeds, eliminating all of those nasty repetitive motion injuries from clicking links.
Sometimes popular culture takes a wrong and twisted turn. Such is the case with the “lucky” rabbit’s foot. Growing up we always thought lucky rabbit’s feet were just about the creepiest thing on imaginable. Why would anyone want to carry around the dead appendage of a defenseless animal and call it lucky? And why were they always dyed bright colors? Seriously it’s a sick and twisted little piece of pop culture history and luckily (for the rabbits and our psyches) it’s fallen way out of fashion. And now with the help of modern technology it appears that thousands of rabbits are being reunited with their long lost “lucky” paws.
Watch and be grateful for the wonders of modern science.
You’ve come a long way, baby. This ad perfectly captures the late 80s, sexy, spendy, Reagan era of excess and backs it all up with a sexy KTel soundtrack. If it weren’t for the brick phone shots and the driving you might mistake it for an ad for Mateus Rose. Sexy.
You know that feeling you get when you see a guy hauling ass down the street in his bitchin’ automobile? You immediately start thing about how sexy he is and you can’t stop wondering what he would be like in…[insert the sound of a record scratching]
Uh, yeah so not what happens. What you’re really thinking is “What an idiot”. Then you probably shake your head wondering exactly what is he trying to say to the world by leaving clouds of smoke and treadmarks in his wake. Well, the Aussies have read our minds and put it all in an anti-speeding PSA and while most PSAs are stodgy and serious, this one is actually hilarious.
The cutest bunny I
