Monday, January 10, 2011

"The night ended with a lot of tears and everyone singing along to Willenium"


More from Texts From Last Night.com

“I just walked downstairs to find my brother wearing a crossing guard’s vest and boxers. When I asked him where he got it he just looked at me, smiled, and kept feeding the dog yogurt.”

Person A: “Why did your cousin post ‘out tonight’ on facebook? Doesn’t he know it’s only 1 in the afternoon?”
Person B: “Shhh don’t tell him. It’s cloudy out and none of his clocks work.”

“I brought my laptop into the bathroom so I can facebook while vomiting. New low?”

“I’m in a bar and I just invented a Scrabble drinking game. People are cheering. It’s like the universe has aligned itself.”

“We’re on our way back. She tried to pants the waiter again.”

“My mother just offered to pay for my fake ID.”

“I drank gravy. I actually drank gravy. This is heaven.”

“Haha I wonder if my burp offended him. So I gave him a fist pump to signify how friendly I am”

“You missed a lot. I drank contact solution thinking it was water, vodka thinking it was water, and some unidentified substance that reminded me of pine sol thinking it was water…”

“You called information & said ‘connect me to Johnny Depp’ when they told u it wasn’t listed u said ‘try Depp comma Johnny he’s expecting my call!’”

Person A: “Dude, I just scraped frozen vomit from my rooftop”
Person B: “I really wish I could say this is a new low for you”

“This isn’t the person you just texted but I have her phone. She disappeared when the bacon came home and she hasn’t returned since.”

“Not only did a random toaster end up in my house last night, it’s also full of skittles.”

“She kept saying ‘I love you’ but I couldn’t tell if she was talking to me or to her beer.”

Person A: “Why are there goldfish crackers all over my bed?”
Person B: “You decided you wanted to name them & keep them as pets.”

Person A: “Why did I cab home last night?”
Person B: “Because you said you were drunk, sad, and someone called you a hooker.”

“You know the guy who poops at a party and then leaves and you go in, do your business, and come out and there are girls outside that think you pooped and no one talks to you? I’m the guy who poops before you go in, because I’m in a relationship and I hate you.”

“I couldn’t bring myself to steal alcohol from my dead grandma”

“Someone just proposed in Subway. Trying not to laugh.”

Person A: “Did you put 9 lbs of birdseed all over my car?”
Person B: “You weighed it?”

“I just saw some girl with the license plate “OBVIII”…  I never wanted to get in a car accident so badly.”

“What’s the appropriateness of putting a 50 cent lyric in my grandma’s eulogy?”

“You try finding a go kart track at 4 AM on Thanksgiving”

“I called the bartender Mr. Intoxication last night. He thought it was funny until I threw up and blamed it on him”

‘Baffled as to how I’m gonna get 150 lbs of sand out of my basement.”

“Some kid in my class just puked in his backpack, zipped up the backpack, put the backpack on and walked out the door.”

“Just went to get groceries. A cashier said she saw me last night. I guess I carried a broom back from the party and swept the street the whole walk back… and I claimed to be in the cast of Wicked.”

More Facebook Fails


I would just like to start off by apologizing to my reader for being late with the blog posts this week. I hope you found something else to do on your Sunday night, although I doubt it was anywhere near as cool and fantastic as this blog. So, mad apologies times ten. For real. Unfortunately, I was suddenly ambushed and attacked by a particularly stealthy case of Super Hellish Death Flu last night, and was therefore rendered too weak to do anything but crumple into a little ball of sadness on the couch, occasionally whimpering in futile attempts to hint to my mother that, no, I was not enjoying that episode of Desperate Housewives as much as she was.
And yes, contrary to popular belief, this blog just so happens to take a little bit of effort. Kind of.
Now that we’ve got that cleared up, who’s ready to watch their already dwindling faith in the intelligence of this country take a 1000 mph plunge with more Facebook Fails? Of course you are.
Jabari is in a relationship with Sabine and it’s complicated.
Bess: …?
Tonia: :0! Who’s the lucky lady?
Sabine: I was the lucky lady but I guess I had to find out through facebook that now we are complicated. Nice

Donna: anybody wish to explain where asia is? Apparently its not ah country!
Shannon: Is it not? Where is it?
Donna: yeahh im gettin slagged for not knowing where this asia place is and appperntly its not ah country :{
Stephanie: it’s a continent is it not?
Donna: yeahhh apperntly…  but wtf is ah continent?

Matt: love isn’t easy. NOT a good day, I need a drink.
Geri: ruining another relationship? Did NOT see that coming
Kristen: your just jealous he chose me over ur fugly ass
Geri: a 26 year old with no job and a stupid goatee. I don’t know how ill live without him!
Matt: my goatee isn’t stupid

Person A: I don’t understand this, If we have to learn forgien a language in grade school so that we can commicate with others around the world, then the forgieners should learn to speak English.
Person B: Stop trying.

Jamie: baby shower planning and shopping- check... paternity test results- check…  alcohol class for dui completed- check…  LOVE IT. Lots to do the next few days for the shower.

Michelle: CPR in the ER woot woot! That was fun (probably not for the guy who just died though)

Ben: they laughed at Louie Armstrong when he wanted to go to the moon, now he is up there laughing at them

Emily: feels brave because she just killed a gigantic spider for her boyfriend!
Cory: lol Ryan…
Ryan: It was so big! I’m money on the tiny ones though. And tiny centipedes, but not the big ones. And I can kill ants like its nobodies business. And it was all over my Snuggie, so I was mostly just distraught that I can now no longer wear my Snuggie, so it was more that than a general fear of the spider.

Vanessa: why is bad romance so catchy?
Desiree: I kno right! The catch is never get caught up… or at least try not to fall in love 1st… Meanwhile, be safe and have fun!
Michael: Um, I think she meant the song.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

No Remorse


Okay, listen up. From this point on, there will be no more guilt-stricken apologies, no more groveling pleas for your tolerance, no more feeble promises that the mediocrity will soon end. Writing a blog is difficult, mmkay? I’m tired of wracking my brain for better ideas when I have a single idea that I can wring twelve different blog posts out of. So, we’re following through and finishing out the calendar year with these stupid holidays, regardless of how much it irritates you, reader (I say this not to sound like I’m personally connecting with my audience, but because I literally have only one reader).
I now direct my blogging angst towards the month of June’s collection of stupid holidays. I smite you and your frivolous festivities.

June is Fight the Filthy Fly Month. This may be the most derogatory language I’ve ever seen used by Holiday Insights. They clearly have an unsavory history with the fly. Oh, and just for clarification purposes, I think we should all assume that by “fly”, they meant the irritating little bug that allegedly defecates every time it lands, not the zipper that keeps your pants closed.

June is also National Turkey Lovers Month. I’m going to assume that this is not a month for people who enjoy eating turkey meat, but rather a month for us to celebrate the romantic union of two turkeys.

June is also National Fresh Fruit and Vegetables Month. Eating responsibly, gross.

June 2nd is National Bubba Day. This is a day for us to honor people named Bubba. Which, ironically, is the Yiddish word for “grandmother”. I only say this is ironic because, if you’re anything like me, the first image that comes to mind upon hearing the name Bubba is that of a middle-aged man with some grizzly facial hair and a trucker cap.

Does anybody even KNOW a person named Bubba?

June 3rd is Repeat Day. “Repeat day is an opportunity to do things over and over again. Repeat Day is an opportunity to do things over and over again. (hee, hee)”
Despite the fact that you are the only source I trust for my stupid holiday information, I absolutely loathe you for this, Holiday Insights. You and your sickeningly cutesy comments. Gag me.

June 4th is Hug Your Cat Day. Ohmygodyouguys. I am so excited for this. So. Excited. For the record, this is not being written with the bitterly disdainful sarcasm I typically reserve for this blog. I love my cat.
Too bad she bites me when I hug her.

June 4th is also Old Maid’s Day. “Still haven’t found “Mr. Right”? Yet, the years are beginning to pile up? Don’t worry of fret. This day is for you. Old Maid’s Day brings awareness to those of us who have not yet found (and caught) our soul mates. Old Maid’s Day exists to put into the spotlight all of the fair maidens who have yet to find their Prince Charming. Ladies, celebrate Old Maid’s Day by getting out and getting noticed. Guys, open your eyes… “Mrs. Right” may be right under your nose.”
Holiday Insights, please sit down for a second. We need to talk.
A) This holiday is supposed to be inspirational, but it just kind of makes me sad.
B) If you have to “catch” your soul mate in order to secure a lifetime of love and happiness, you’re doing something incorrectly, champ.
C) I’m not one-hundred percent positive that those who have failed in the search for a lifetime partner thus far, and are probably already very self-conscious about this fact, are begging to have a “spotlight” shining on them and their shame.
D) Guys should not be looking for “Mrs. Right”, because as her title implies, she is already married, and therefore her husband, “Mr. Right” might not be too pleased when he finds his wife right under your nose.

June 6th is National Gardening Exercise Day. I’m only writing about this to let you know that Holiday Insights’s description begins with, “Get out and exercise with your plants.” I will give you ten dollars if, on June 6th, you put on an 80’s-style workout outfit and jazzercise with your foliage. Seriously.

June 13th is My Birthday! And thus the world became a better place…

June 13th is also Sewing Machine Day. Because they really had nothing cooler to celebrate on my birthday. “Today’s Thought Provoking Saying: ‘A stitch in time saves nine.’
…saves nine ‘what’?”

That’s deep, Holiday Insights. That is deep.

June 23rd is Take Your Dog to Work Day. I think Holiday Insights wants you to get fired, the diabolical little devils…

June 27th is Sun Glasses Day. Despite the fact that June 26th is Forgiveness Day, I’m still not forgiving Holiday Insights for neglecting to note that “sunglasses” is a single word.

Failbook

The best way to lose all faith in the American educational system and the intelligence of the occupants of this country in general is to check out a Facebook news feed. The following are from facebookfails.com, and they provide me with equal amounts amusement and disgusted pity.           

Person A: “Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles. –Charles Chaplin.”

Person B: “Hey… did u ever get that tanning lotion you were talking about?”


“Stephen is single.”

Nylora: “Really? Is this like the 5th time this week? Wassup wit dat?”

Stephen: “Just leave it alone mom, I don’t want to talk about it.”


“Caitlynn is now single.”

Mike: “Wooo back on the market. What you doin tonight girl?”

Caitlynn: “Actually, my boyfriend was hit by a car a few months ago. I just got around to changing my status but I’m still not over it. Sorry.”


“Janice is listed as single.”

Jared: “You and dad divorced?”

Janice: “I forgot to mention that to you”


Kathy: “Dear Gregory, my friend Susan just started on the facebook and she helped me set one up too. She’s using it to talk to her son in graduate school and I thought that since you have trouble returning voicemails from your dear old mother I’d give it a try. XOXO, MOM”

Greg: “Hey Kathy I think you’ve got the wrong person. Honest mistake I’m sure.”

Kathy: “Dear Gregory, obviously you’ve inherited your father’s crackpot sense of humor. This is a good way for us to keep in touch, but I can’t seem to see the rest of your page. Is something wrong? Okay, well keep in touch and call soon. MOM”

Greg: “Heyy yeah I dont really know whats going on but you’re not my mom.”



“Michael this is your Mother, unfortunatly you have left your FB open and regrettably there are many things I don’t like about it, for instance the captain morgan bottle your friends are seemingly obsessed with. We will talk about your plans for the next couple of weeks and the new school you will be attending. Sweet dreams.”

"She Just Apologized to the Fire Extinguisher"


The following are from textsfromlastnight.com, a site dedicated to exposing the “tendency to press send more easily as night turns to morning.” However, I think it could be more succinctly summarized as an overall look at why drinking is bad.

“And when we woke up we made beer pancakes. Great start to family picture day.”

“A 300 lb dude in a sundress yelling bible verses while wearing a raggedy anne wig is just as funny as I thought it would be. Thank you San Francisco.”

“I found two dead squirrels on my front step this morning. Do you think they have something to do with my missing phone?”

“I think I explained what happened in the voicemail. But I think I might have just cried and ranted about how cool Osiris shoes are”

“Just saw a women with a Pomeranian in her bra. Way to step up your game Seattle.”

“She tried catching cigarette ashes on her tongue like snowflakes.”

“It was at that moment that I realized I was alone. Alone and drunk on an Epcot ride.”

“Woke up to a huge puddle of water in the living room floor, apparently I made an indoor snowman.”

“When I opened my laptop there was a half eaten Little Debbie oatmeal cream pie inside.”

“He’s trying to draw the periodic table on his chest with a Sharpie. I’m not sure how that’s going to help him on his chem. final, but he keeps shouting ‘This is how the pros do it’”

“No room in fridge, chilling wine in snow. Do NOT let the dog pee on it.”

“Apparently she ran into the Emergency Room declaring ‘ROOM, PLEASE’ as if she were checking herself into Holiday Inn.”

“I’m handcuffed to the toilet. Don’t ask.”

“If there’s anything I pride myself on, it’s my ability to look homeless.”