Showing posts with label Laura Brown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Laura Brown. Show all posts

Monday, April 16, 2007

Aruba, Jamaica, Ooh I wanna Make Ya...

So, I'm traveling in Indiana again this week (hence, no recap - although there's a brief one at the end - and the late Monday post), albeit for a much happier reason - I'm teaching a class. Of course, this class isn't somewhere cool like San Diego or even Boston, no, I'm in Kokomo, IN (on a side note, my favorite part of that Kokomo wikipeida link is the Notable People link which includes no one of note except for, and I quote, "All members of the Central Middle School First Lego Leage Team." I'm not sure what a Leage Team is, but while I'm here I hope to find out). Anyway, like I said, I'm in Kokomo, IN, population 26,113, although they do have Wii's in the local Best Buy - you have no idea how tempted I was...That's right, ladies and skeet throwers, way down in Kokomo, that's where I wanna goo-oooooo (one of those videos is there because I love the Muppets and one of those videos is there because of the comments: "I´ve heard goodloking girls hang with ugly and the other way, just to feel pretty. But this was extreme" and "Man,no wonder they put the decent blonde and the hot burnette in the front"...you decide).

So, I'm in a Hampton Inn, which is really, really nice, by the way (except for the crazy dog next door that keeps yapping and yipping), but the craziest thing happened to me. Last night, I was driving up to my hotel and someone jumped out at me from the shoulder. Honestly, I was driving at like 70 mph and I had to I swerve out of the way, although I still nearly tagged the biatch. No biggie (that link is why I could never win a hip-hop freestyle battle in the streets), though right - just an idiot.

Later, after checking into my hotel, I went out to my car to get my bag and some random person jumped out at me. Turns out it was the same chica I almost tagged on the road (she had no clue it was me, though). The box told me she was stranded, so I let her use my cell to call her friends (don't worry, I actually dialed the number). When her friends wouldn't come pick her up, she wanted money "for a cab ride" or "for gas money for her friends." In exchange, she offered to come to my room and "give me a dance and maybe a little touch." Needless to say, the Skeet Thrower isn't taking dances from no random bitches, so I turned her down and (presumably) pissed her off...turned out to be a good story though.

That last paragraph is 100% true. Not kidding.

Anyway, too cool myself down, I came inside and watched this video immediately.



The last sentence is 100% not true. At least the whole needing to cool down thing - that heezy was real shady (and to tell you the truth I was kinda worried about getting jumped). Anyway, if you ever needed proof that gay-rod is gay, that is it (not that there's anything wrong with that says the man that keeps an updated BCS Man Crush listed on the side).



Here's the recap I promised:

On Monday, I talked about TMNT and Ninjas. Wheezy went and saw TMNT last weekend and gave a detailed run-down of it (as well as a genious comic) on his blog.

On Wednesday, I still had a 3/4 chub from Bauer's kill from Monday and couldn't really think about anything else. Speaking of 24, did you know the 24's Vice-President Noah Daniels' real-name is Powers Boothe. Shorty, we're naming our first kid Powers. It is decided, no more controversy.

Stuart Scott's eye attacked us on a Casual Dress Friday. On a side note, another blog came up with a great blog idea for Fridays, Sideboob Friday. The first edition featured Hillary Duff (real-borderline SFW). I may steal that if they don't use it...




In other news, I saw a lot of funny things after the Stone Buddah, Tim Duncan, got ejeceted (for laughing...watch to the end of that clip for the BS offensive foul call on the pick, too) on Sunday, but this may have been the funniest.

Also, I refuse to answer to Laura on her blog again. Responding blog-to-blog seems ridiculous. That said, I never use The Facebook.com either. Also, we'll introduce you to the Circle of Excellence this summer. Just get ready.

Finally - Worst. Tap-Out (that's NSFW...but if you're at work right now, you're wondering whether you should risk it...prolly not - actually, defintitely not, just let me say it's what I could have gotten if I went for that dance and that's really they only reason it is linked...). Scene. Ever. It's too bad because I really liked Palmer up to that point (except for a few bitchy things). That said, what would a season of 24 be without a rogue Bauer...

Friday, March 09, 2007

Casual Dress Friday: What Is Love?

Its a casual dress Friday here at the Skeet Thrower and during March I'm going to take the time to answer a few of the more popular questions from my readers. Last week I answered the question, who is on your BCS Man-Crush List. Today, I'll answer the question, "What is love?". But before I answer that question, I should tell you one of my life rules: Anytime I write the phrase "what is love" I am obligated to link to or show this clip:



On to the question. To answer it, I've brought in a guest who will read you a poem:



And there you go. Question answered. On a side note, the fact that there are two clips from Saturday Night Live films on one blog post may be the high point of Lorne Michaels' life. Somebody should notify him.

Right about now, you may be asking yourself - Why all of this talk about love? I didn't come to the Skeet Thrower for love. Well, I'm getting there...

The other day I texted Wheezy to tell him about the delicious sno-cone I was having. Instead of a text full of envy, I got a call back from him asking about this random blog he had stumbled upon from his stats. Now I usually try to visit every blog that links to me, but I hadn't gone to this one yet. Anyway, he was reading through it and found this post (reprinted here just in case it somehow disappears...):

Reasons I Love Random Person I Don't Know That Well

Since it's Valentine's Day this is an ode to a guy who hopefully never reads this blog. Disclaimer: This is in no way to be construed as romantic. It would be like a man crush - if I was a man.

He taught me what the box was.
He brought the party to the box and it hasn't been the same since he left.
Once in the first season of Veronica Mars someone referenced "laying pipe" and I thought about him.
Once someone told him I thought he didn't like me. His response: "What?! I don't even know this girl. See ya later Laura."
His blog turned me onto The Superficial which usually has more content per day than Tyler Durden.
I've only had jello shots he's made.
He will call you the fuck out.

Since that pretty much chronicles my life, Wheezy assumed it was me and made a comment inferring as much. Somehow that resulted in me getting called out on the Facebook.com (and I've made it pretty clear that I hardly ever look at the Facebook.com, so that meant I was pretty much defenseless). What the f--- is that. Now this is happening - I'm calling you out. That's bush league, that's what it is. Who is this chick anyway? I don't even know her...

Just kidding, Laura. See, I do know who you are. And now I've linked to your blog. And you're damn right I'm pissed about Avril.




In other news, I'm still holding out on my Tara Reid resolution thanks to clips like this. I saw the audio version of this, but Wheezy brought me the video (so thanks Wheezy!). This is Tara Reid: Total Eclipse of the Heart.



Is there ever a time where she is not drunk? If only she was as good as this guy, I could have begun to look past my resolution.

Speaking of bad covers, I'll leave you with "The Final Countdown." I don't even have anything to say about this other than I wish I was there.



Have a good weekend.