2.28.2007
WEEKLY DIGG //
Check out this picture of a Korean actress. It's 100% not real.

This story is a few days old. It's about that substitute teacher who got railroaded by the justice system when porn pop ups showed up on the class computer on her watch.

Here are some actual sick notes parents have written for their kids. They needed to be in school more than their kids.

What does how do you sleep say about you?

Here's a bunch of amusing vegetable art.

Old dude grows a horn. A freakin horn. First phsyical proof of cuckoldry?

A requiem to the end of the PlayStation 3.

Here are some pretty cool photo illusions.

The Germans have create the spray on condom. It's exactly what it sounds like.

Russia mafia gravestones. If you join the mob, know that your memory will be preserved in bad taste for posterity.

A collection of some of the best SNL commercials.

As if we needed more proof that Rick Perry was shady. At least I can say I didn't vote for him.

If it's too good to be true than it always is. A teenager decides to string along some Nigerian scammers.



2.27.2007
BEST MEN //
One of my long time friends recently got engaged. Right off the bat I railed him for making a rookie mistake. One of the first things he told his fiancé after he popped the question was that he didn't want to be involved at all. As in zero percent. That's the equivalent of having a winning lottery ticket and blowing your nose in it.

I told him that even though the ratio of time spent fantasizing about the wedding day to wedding night was the exact opposite between guys and girls, that he should've slow played it. Most girls want the dudes involved and to have an opinion of every bit of bridal minutia...as long as it's in line with their opinion. I said he should pick everything she hates, make a big deal about it, and then cave. That way he can ask for anything he wants right now (pick up his drycleaning, cook naked, etc), and she can't say no. But he said it was too much trouble pretending to care. What a waste.

He also asked me to be a best man. I was once asked to be a co-best man once. I decline. The best man is like Highlander. In the end there can only be one. Everyone else is just a groomsman, which is fine by me. But I said yes and asked who was going to plan the bachelor party. The thing is I live by biblical guidelines and he doesn't. Knowing this he said he already told the other guy that he's planning it because he's the dirty best man. Great. I can't wait for the uncomfortably super-awkward party at some 'gentlemens' club. I'll just have to do what happens when adult situations come up during movies: watch and be fully attentive, but under silent protest. For friendship's sake.




NOTE: I accidentally deleted the rest of the posts for February. I know, it's created a huge void in the Internet that I hope will be filled with videos of frat guys doing stupid things and teenage emo blogs about their sufferings as a teenager growing up in upper class suburbia.