I was randomly watching VH1 classic in my hotel last night and I caught an amazing moment on That Metal Show. Go to 9:50 and watch as they transition out of the act and into commercial. Things that crack me up about this.
Climate Ride Update - The Jorts Challenge
Donations are coming in strong and I thank everyone who donated so far. However, an interesting offer has arisen. Adam Frucci, founder of Splitsider, pledged to double his donation if I ride the entire length in jorts. UCBer Justin Purnell has seconded the offer.
While riding 300 miles in jorts is not ideal, bike advocacy and clean energy are causes worth suffering for. So here is what I am prepared to do…
If my team, Big Oil, can double it’s $2,400 goal, I will do the ride in jorts. That’s $4,800, in case you are a mathematical idiot. All 300 chafing, burning miles in a pair of dope jorts. If we crack $5,000 I’ll wear a chain wallet the whole time, too.
We’re almost at $1,000 now so it’s not unattainable. If you’d like to see me suffer for the greater good while looking like a total asshole, then donate now!
Will someone give Amy Poehler an award? I mean, the Best WTF Moment Golden Popcorn from MTV was nice, but - to borrow her own phrase - really?
Hey everyone, as most of you know I am an avid biker who has criss-crossed this great nation with nothing more than two wheels, a couple pedals and a dream. That is, of course, untrue. However, I would like to do at least one impressive bike ride before I officially give up on being in shape on my 30th birthday.
So my wife and I have signed up for the NYC to DC climate ride! A few hundred miles over a few days in support of green energy. This will be the hardest thing I have ever done, and remember, I once ate a 2lb cheeseburger.
Here’s the tricky thing: I need to get $2,400 in donations in order to partake. So won’t you help? I’d really love to do this ride not only to prove to myself that I can ride a bike a few hundred miles in support of a noble cause, but also to prove to myself that the 2lb cheeseburger was not the pinnacle of my physical achievements.
Boozy Couple Continued
Harold and Sheila are back, making sexually suggestive comments in front of their son
Subliminal Advertising of the Day: From the latest episode of Hawaii Five-0: Flagrant product placement, or most flagrant product placement?
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I heard that Quiznos actually paid for this. It’s really quite brilliant. Now Hawaii 5-0 fans will hate Subway so much that they’ll eat at the competition.
Introducing: uPick
uPick is a new feature on CollegeHumor where YOU (the user) upload a story or picture to a category. You then vote up or down these stories as you see fit.
We’ll be adding more categories in the next weeks. Go play around with it now!
(Source: College Humor)
Sometimes when I can’t figure out the lyrics to a song I look online and that helps me ascertain the intent of the singer. In the case of Pearl Jam’s “Yellow Ledbetter,” the lyrics have actually made me more confused.
Unsealed on a porch a letter sat.
Then you said, “I wanna leave it again.”
Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand.
And on the sand I wanna leave it again. Yeah.
On a weekend I wanna wish it all away, yeah.
And they called and I said that “I want what I said” and then I call out again.
And the reason oughta’ leave her calm, I know.
I said “I know what I was the boxer or the bag.”
Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don’t wave.
I see them round the front way. Yeah.
And I know, and I know I don’t want to stay.
Make me cry…
I see… Oh I don’t know why there’s something else.
I wanna drum it all away…
Oh, I said, “I don’t, I don’t know whether I was the boxer or the bag.”
Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don’t wave.
But I see them round the front way. Yeah.
And I know, and I know. I don’t wanna stay at all.
I don’t wanna stay. Yeah.
I don’t wanna stay. [x2]
I don’t… Don’t wanna, oh… Yeah. Ooh… Ohh…
Introducing Dire Consequences - Episode One: 50 Mile Walk
Two men. One game of Rock Paper Scissors. One really long walk home.
I believe Murph sprained his knee doing this. I also believe this is one of the funniest concepts ever to come out of CH. Waiting to see what they do next!
(Source: College Humor)
Who hates change? Not the kind that got Obama elected, the kind that jingles around in your pocket. You know, filthy, metal money. I hate change in my regular life but I really hate it when I fly. I have to take it out, put it in the bin, send it through the xray machine and finally scrape it all back up and return it to my pocket, where it will stay until it falls out in my seat. Wouldn’t it be nice if you could just ditch the change before you got through security?
Well how about this? We install little Ronald McDonald House-style donation bins to the xray machine table. Dump your change in before you go through the metal detector and never see it again! “But I can just leave the change in the bin,” you retort. True, but as the DailyWhat informed us, the TSA just steals your change if you do that. And I have no interest in helping the TSA any more than my taxes already do.
So why not this? I bet we could collect a few million dollars in the first few months. Maybe more. And it would all go to…I don’t know. The Red Cross, maybe? We’ll figure that out later. The important thing is that we’d have a way to get rid of loose change, help some to-be-determined people and cut off the TSA’s free-money faucet. You may take our dignity, TSA, but you will never take our quarters!
Art, as always, by Derek Winegar
