Kicking ass in the most efficient way possible.
Chuck Norris cartoon?
Blows our minds.
This
Does not go with this.
Trust us.
There will come a time in your life when combining these two things makes sense.
Don't do it.
Don't.
Hey!
Don't.
Ninjas are pretty awesome too.
But robot ninja monkey pirates® are awesom-er. More awesome. Awesom-y. Awesomi-est.
Yeah.
Copyrighted.
That's right. We payed the $150.
It's how we roll.
Doesn't matter who you are, man.
Shaft couldn't even say that and
sound cool.
And Shaft's The Motherfuckin' Man.
Shaft wouldn't let no motherfuckin' snakes on no motherfuckin' plane.
We have followed you since your days as Chuck Noblet, and have seen you grow more and more awesome.
Keep on fuckin' with The Right dude.
Respect brutha.
Respect.
And seriously, just run for president already
Jon Stewart.
Yes you'll be shot at on live TV by a rotund man in a Richard Nixon mask who has the suspiciously flabby aura of a Bill Bennett, but think of all The Daily Show segments you can get out of it.
You'll live. Promise.
Bennett's sniper bullets always hit the extreme right, and the military supplied him, man, so you know they don't work for shit.
Please?
Don't make us pretend we're moving to Canada.
They have bears there, Jon. Bears.
Any song referencing organizations.
Any song referencing respect.
Any song referencing kicking ass.
Any song referencing roundhouse kicks.
Their numbers are small but their awesomeness is beyond reproach.
And Bob Marley.
No one has helped
white-disaffected-upper class-
pot smoking-pretentious-pricks
express unearned pain better.
Owning a black light and a bong doesn't make you anti-establishment.
Neither does making fun of those owning a black light and a bong.
Anyway.
Desert island:
All movies dealing with respectification®. In other words:
The Warriors, Fight Club,
Blade Runner, Orgy of the Dead,
The Conversation, The Jerk,
Young Frankenstein
The Producers (1968)
My Favorite Year (just Peter O'Toole, not Perfect Strangers dude)
Laurel and Hardy, Duck Soup.
Proof of Wes Anderson's subtle 'spectification.
He can make an American Express card commercial cool.
Speaking of selling-out.
Bill Murray.
Dammit.
Only he knows why the Garfield movies exist.
All profiles need a little Walken.
(Sara has shown us the light).
When Dr.Gonzo offers you a hit, you fucking take it.
Damn Samoans.
Bruce, man. Ash and Elvis? Unfuckinbelievable.
What can you say?
"Biology and the prejudices of others conspired to keep us childless".
The Big Lebowski.
While undoubtedly the most awesome movie to ever exist, we aren't taking it to the desert island.
The Dude.
The bowling dream sequence makes us feel like we're on a bad acid trip.
Weird hallucinations are the last thing you need on an island ruled by speedy cannibals
(all islands have cannibals, and they always run fast,
and have deadly accuracy with anything they happen to pick up,
including human heads left over in the human head heap).
You probably think they're called deserted islands because they're deserted.
No, man.
The guy who first used the term, who's name was Luther by the way, was a bad speller.
He was eaten by cannibals shortly thereafter.
All Chuck Norris movies,
all Charles Bronson movies,
He would be The Motherfuckin' Man if Shaft wasn't already The Motherfuckin' Man.
All Almodovar movies,
all Charlie Kaufman movies,
all Altman movies (even the bad ones)
all Christopher Guest movies,
all Charlton Heston movies (single handedly wrecked any thing he was in, we gawk at car accidents too).
Some people enjoy paying $19.95 to have this hanging on their wall.
Some people are hard to understand.
All movies heavily influenced by displaced rage,
and all movies with a back-talking midget.
Oh, and Wes Anderson movies. Subtle respectification.
Desert Island:
Current TV. Adult Swim. Wondershowzen.
Curb Your Enthusiasm. Exit 57.
Wish we were Canadian and therefore cool.
That whole healthcare thing wouldn't hurt either.
But we'll be dead soon.
Because of the whole no healthcare thing.
And Global Warming.
Bombs.
The crazy guy always hitchhiking by Big Sister's house.
Would've thought walking could get him a block or two.
Kill us while we sleep.
Sure wouldn't mind that whole healthcare thing.
The Colbert Report.
We don't understand how someone decides to 'tumble' on their show, but we do know it is the best thing ever in all the world.
We are very dumb people.
Spanish Soap Operas (Les Mujeres is more
awesome than we ever thought possible;
Them Women? Dude).
Alana is such a whore.
Mr. Show. Morel Orel. Old Space Ghost.
This is classic.
But we have to admit this isn't bad either.
It's been 50 years, but we still miss Andy.
Yep.
"They blame everything on the atom these days".
Remember?
The first episode of the second season featured Hunter S. Thompson.
You have no idea how glad we are he was canonized.
Damn. Prison is hardcore.
Arrested Development before it was canceled by enemies of awesome.
The prevalence of tear-away pants is astonishing.
Witty = canceled.
Indeed sir.
Strangers with Candy. Helen Keller and illiteracy.
Comedy gold.
It's not like he yelled fire in the theater.
.....the 700 Club and/or Fox News. We are aware they are virtually identical, but if you look closely, Fox News features minorities reading the news.
And if you look even closer, each has a small tag dangling from the left ear to monitor their whereabouts.
We use these shows to take names.
There is only one book. And it's not the one you think.
The mirror.
We had a completely mirrored room installed at
The Organization, so as best to catch every conceivable angle.
When it's hot and nudity is a must, the floor mirrors are quite interesting indeed.
We like to get a fan going and watch our hair blow in the wind.
And a smoke machine.
Bubbles. Their gleaming surfaces reflects us back at ourselves, causing a sigh to tremble our lips when they pop.
We also have a habit of making friends with the bespectacled.
A forced head turn to a 90° angle is perfect for self-admiration.
We feel pretty.