4/27/2010
4/22/2010
The Eighties Were Clearly The Golden Years For Suburban Chicago Car Dealership Commercials...
I know all you non-Chicagoans won't have the same appreciation for this post as my fellow natives will, but I'm posting it anyway.
Howard Pontiac:
Harry Schmerler Ford:
Al Piemonte Ford:
Bob Rohrman Honda:
Celozzi-Ettleson Chevrolet:
Long Chevrolet:
Fencl-Tufo Chevrolet:
Howard Pontiac:
Harry Schmerler Ford:
Al Piemonte Ford:
Bob Rohrman Honda:
Celozzi-Ettleson Chevrolet:
Long Chevrolet:
Fencl-Tufo Chevrolet:
4/20/2010
4/18/2010
4/14/2010
I'm Fucked...
Remember a while back when I did that unflattering post about Senator Mitch McConnell's wonky face? Well, according to my blog's StatCounter, someone appears to have e-mailed the post to someone in the U.S. Senate:
I fear it's just a matter of time before the Senator catches wind of this (if he hasn't already) and sics an army of pitchfork-wielding, poorly-spelled sign-toting teabaggers on me.
Combating Boredom...
Occasionally, when I'm driving, I'll slap on a goofy face in the hopes that maybe someone else on the road will catch a glimpse and get a laugh out of it.
And when I say occasionally, I mean pretty much all the time.
4/13/2010
The Thing About Mitch McConnell...


4/10/2010
Documentary Film Of The Day: Second Skin...

Netflix it or watch instantly HERE.
4/07/2010
Making Movies Doesn't Have To Be Hard...
Listen up, all you fat-cat Hollywood executives. I have something to tell you that you probably don't want to hear. It is something I've determined based on a lifetime spent observing the world of cinema. Are you sitting down? Good. Here it comes...
You are losing money.
Now, you're probably wondering what business a poor schmuck from Michigan has telling you, a guy who washes his balls with Dom Perignon, how to make money. I don't blame you. I just figure you might benefit from a fresh perspective. You all seem to think you need to pay others a lot of money to do unnecessary things like create special effects or write screenplays in order for people to want to see your movies. That is money you could keep in your pockets. Instead, you are flushing it down the toilet. You can make blockbusters without all that shit. How, you ask? Follow this simple recipe:
and Gary Busey.
Lock them in a cabin full of power tools and intoxicants
and let the camera roll.
Call it Four Guys Doing A Bunch Of Fucked-Up Shit.
Then, sit back and watch as it climbs to the
top of the box office charts.
Seriously, you would be hard-pressed to convince me
this film wouldn't shatter
any and all opening weekend records.
You are losing money.
Now, you're probably wondering what business a poor schmuck from Michigan has telling you, a guy who washes his balls with Dom Perignon, how to make money. I don't blame you. I just figure you might benefit from a fresh perspective. You all seem to think you need to pay others a lot of money to do unnecessary things like create special effects or write screenplays in order for people to want to see your movies. That is money you could keep in your pockets. Instead, you are flushing it down the toilet. You can make blockbusters without all that shit. How, you ask? Follow this simple recipe:

Lock them in a cabin full of power tools and intoxicants
and let the camera roll.
Call it Four Guys Doing A Bunch Of Fucked-Up Shit.
Then, sit back and watch as it climbs to the
top of the box office charts.
Seriously, you would be hard-pressed to convince me
this film wouldn't shatter
any and all opening weekend records.
Is There Anything This Guy Can't Do?...

Then, not satisfied with his success, he decides to conquer the recording industry with chart-toppers like "Colder Than Ice" and "Red Fro Love" and, in the process, teaches a nation to love again.
And to top it all off, he maintains what is undoubtedly the most impressive pelt of chest hair since Hasselhoff.
Grant Miller, ladies and gentlemen. A true renaissance man.
4/06/2010
4/02/2010
At MY Tea Parties...

- have hour-long debates about whether the president is, in fact, a rat-fucking commie or a pig-fucking commie.
- take turns reciting verses from Glenn Beck's Big Book Of Patriotic Poetry.
- dress up like Thomas Jefferson and sodomize an effigy of Nancy Pelosi with a semi-automatic shotgun.
- describe our fantasies of Sarah Palin licking Dick Cheney's fuzzy nipples.
You know, like real Americans.
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