Just In Time For Halloween

About a year ago, Lady Miss Sonic and I were drunk at Corrina’s halloween party and decided to make this. That is all.

I find this absolutely hilarious.

Sorry about the hiatus, MI will soon return.

I want an iPhone JUST for this app..

LMFAO.

michael c. hall = win

Not that he made this amazing picture or anything, but he’s fuckin SEXY.

WHAT THE HELL

I CANT STOP STARING AT MY SCREEN.

wait, what?

Ever since I saw that video of Shaq lip-syncing Akon and throwing leaves in the air, I’ve looked at him differently.

Know Your Meme: All Your Base

Not gonna lie, this was pretty win.

LAX Sucks: Part DOS

Back in April of 2008 on the old Moar Internetz (when it was hosted on blogspot) I did an entry about how much the Los Angeles International Airport sucked. I did this post on the international terminal. Now let me recap my post in one sentence: It’s a huge hallway with a bunch of chairs and a bar that’s never open. Yes, that’s right: a huge hallway with a bunch of chairs and a bar that’s never open. Reminisce on it. Read it again if you’d like.

The domestic terminal (oh god some huge Bluetooth douchebag just walked by) isn’t as bad. This is one of many, I am sure, but it isn’t the best I’ve seen. Why, you might ask? This terminal was designed by MORONS. Now by morons I can mean one of two things. Either an anorexic midget or someone who’s mother dropped them eight too many times as an infant. You would think that one of the world’s busiest airports would be designed to entertain and be comfortable (dude this Bluetooth douchebag is making LAPS) for it’s passengers. WRONG.

First of all, this terminal is shaped weird. I honestly think my six year old nephew could have drawn a better design on blue print paper. It’s got too much shit in the middle and not enough space on the sides. The gates are ridiculously close together and when passengers make lines to board the aircraft, they have to wrap the line around the seats of three more gates.

Secondly, there is nothing to do. The Chicago Midway Airport (which I can guarantee you isn’t nearly as busy as LAX) has much more food establishments to choose from, places to sit, and so many fricken shops. This terminal, like the international terminal here at LAX, is fucking lame. LAX also doesn’t have free wireless internet. I had to use my Boingo Wireless that charges $7.99 to my account, or sign up for some stupid fucking T-Mobile plan that costs an arm and a leg.

Last, but not least: an anorexic midget designed these bathrooms. Now, you would think, you would ASSUME that the architect was thinking about the amount of people and luggage that would be coming through to these restrooms, seeing as how they are the only two restrooms at the terminal. Clearly, they didn’t, and are a huge moron. When you walk into the bathroom, it splits two ways, both sides the same. There are six bathroom stalls on each side. SIX. That makes twelve toilets total. Yeah, uhm, Burbank had more stalls than that. To add to that, you can’t have two people walking in the bathroom at the same time. It’s like a really narrow one lane road in the mountains; you have to let a car pass before you yourself can move forward. And my ultimate pet peeve of all: THERE WERE NO BAG HOOKS ON THE BATHROOM DOORS. THIS IS AN AIRPORT. A FUCKING AIRPORT. PEOPLE HAVE BAGS. BAGS THEY DO NOT WANT TO PUT ON THE CONTAMINATED FLOOR OF THE ICKY BATHROOM OF LOS ANGELES. SO I HAD TO AWKWARDLY (Omg what the hell at this 60 year old British gay hipster raver guy..) HOLD MY PURSE, CAMERA AND LAPTOP UP WHILE I TOOK A PISS. WHAT THE FUCK LOS ANGELES, WHAT THE FUCK.

And this concludes my second rant about LAX. (If I see that Bluetooth douchebag one more time, I’m throwing something at him.)

Mindfuck.

When you see it, you’ll shit bricks.

This one took me a couple minutes, but man did I LOL.

WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!

EVERYONE. This.. is a cat..

WITH THUMBS.

OH MY GOD. THEY’RE EVOLVING QUICKLY. THEY’RE SOON GOING TO TAKE OVER!!!!

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HERE IS YOUR DAILY.. WIN!!!!!

daily lol: praying mantis

There is something about praying mantises that make me laugh. I don’t know what it is. And then when I think about praying mantises talking, I think of them speaking in a very proper British accent.

This also for some reason reminds me of District 9.

I still find it extremely amusing that the alien’s name was Christopher Johnson.

Leave it to Fox news..

LEAVE IT FOX NEWS. Here is your Daily LOL!

OFF TO EL PASO I GO.

Texas. Wait, what?

First off, no, I do NOT know why Ron Paul, Obama, and Hilary Clinton are all on this map of Texas. I don’t care about John McCain and he can go fuck himself. He is old. Go put him in the middle of some sand duned desert in the middle of nowhere and leave him to die.

BUT GETTING ON WITH IT:

Tomorrow I leave for Texas. I’ve always wanted to go to Texas wearing boots, denim shorts and a plaid shirt for the lols, but never had the chance. However, I am going to El Paso, which is basically Southern California with more Mexican people. I have stereotyped the entire state of Texas and refuse to believe that everywhere isn’t sand dunes and rodeos until after I set foot off that plane and see it for myself.

Yes, the above photograph is what I so far think of every Texan on the planet. They all have accents. They all have beer bellies. They all have cowboy hats. They all drink beer in every waking moment of their day. They all have over-compensating vehicles. They all have huge ass belt buckles, too. The only thing in the state itself is rodeos, sand dunes, and farms. Oh, and of course, cows.

This is a negative trait about me: I make stereotypes. All the time. No, I’m not racist. I’m just talking stereotypes. But, we all do it. We all know they’re true most of the time. Go ahead, make a Serbian stereotype and I can assure of you I can apply it to myself or my family.

So why am I going to El Paso, of all places you ask? I met this guy, and I essentially met him through the CEO. We started talking, yeahhh, and then I was like, “LOL HOW ABOUT I COME TO TEXAS.” So then, well, I bought a ticket to El Paso, and woohoo, here I come.

But the honest truth?

I am scared of Texas and the Texans in it. No, not the guy I met, though. He’s not very Texan at all. El Paso is too close to New Mexico. I’m afraid I might have to slap some old Texan men for looking me up and down the wrong way. Oh yeah, all Texans are old, too.

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I didn’t think Jason Forbes was a lolcat!?