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Most days of the week you’re just, like, I don’t even want to play, do we seriously have to play? This game is stupid. (I’m speaking metaphorically here. OK? Stay with me.) But then Fridays it is just like, sure, you know what, fine, you wore me down, it seems like there is no way getting out of this, so if you want to play, let’s play, we will even do a little pre-game sassy dance around the living room in our t-shirt because at a certain point you just have to understand that the game is the game and we all have to play it. It is at this point that your older brother (metaphor: God) puts his entire life savings (metaphor: $125) on the living room carpet and challenges you to grab as much of it as you can, but in that taunting tone that God always uses but this time you’re just like taunt away, you’ve been taunting us all week, we are used to it by now. And then He in all his infinite wisdom throws the money in the air and it’s just, like, BOOM! IT’S FRIDAY, BITCH! WHAT? NOW WHAT? UNHHHH! Right? Isn’t that just what it’s like? It is so like that. (Via Reddit.)
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That guy seems kind of young to work at a strip club.
This video was good, but it was no Friends, CSI, or 24
Disagree.
The secret to his success?
IMPORTANT UNRELATED UPDATE: They have those pasta-filled Hot Pockets in Lansing. I sense a road trip in my immediate future.
A rare case where it is about the destination, not the journey. Upvote.
they have a whole CASE?!
Call me when they fill Hotpockets with bagel bites and wrap it around a pogo.
No, seriously, call me when that happens!
Aww man, that was supposed to be an upvote. It looks like I might have to take a sickday not just from work but from videogum upvoting
Live your dream FT! If that kid can ride his bike, you can get yummy starchy mouth burning food (?). Thumbs up for rock n roll!
It doesn’t burn your mouth if you cook it right! It takes a LOT of practice to perfect the art of nuking Hot Pockets, but I am just about there!
Let’s play…
Looks like his Spidey senses kicked in. With great power, comes great wealth.
I feel this guy’s pain. When I was younger, we had a plastic basketball hoop set up in a room where the ceiling was about 6 ft high. I told my brother that if he could make a basket from across the room with me standing in front of the hoop goal-tending (i.e. blocking the hoop’s entry), I would give him ten million dollars. He wound up and threw the ball so hard it went off all six walls of the room (floor and ceiling) whilst I jumped up, hit my head on the ceiling and came crashing down to the floor. The ball went through the very center of the hoop. It’s been a heavy cross to bear, but he agreed to garnish my wages, instead of asking for the lump sum, which is cool of him.
That’s going to be a great trip to the comic book store for that kid. Advice for the boy who is obviously checking this blog for comments by middle aged comic book collectors: Don’t worry about filling in your collection with the early 90′s stuff. And don’t listen to the trolls rant about One More Day.
He should have looked at that money more closely before he started celebrating.
Am I the only one who thinks the tags are the best part of this post (not meant as a backhanded compliment at all). Good metaphors, GREAT metaphors. Ten thumbs up. Real life LOLz.
So THAT’S what it’s like to be white. Huh.
YOUTH IS TRUTH
I WISH OLD RHYMED WITH LIES