Well, tomorrow is the New York Islanders’ last home game of yet another dismal season. I’m posting Mike Bossy’s French-Canadian KFC commercial as a reminder of better times, when the Isles ruled the skies, scooping up deep fried flightless birds and Stanley Cups in equal measure. Get’em next year…the bucket of drums, that is.
Can you recognize the symptoms? It can be as subtle as saying logging on as opposed to logging in. One vowel may not seem like much, but it hurl you right into the lame and out of touch category. The only exception might be if you do that shit on purpose—then you a bad bitch…
This is what is sounds like when doves cry…because a trombonist sneezed in church.
Monday got you downforce? Feeling blew? Did the weekend combust your motivation? Wheeeeeeee hear you and want to help: here’s 30 minutes of rockets exploding to make you feel better by association.
Google’s answer to Facebook’s Lookback videos confirm everything you thought you knew about Google+.
Walk it off ladies…
In keeping with this morning’s musical theme, here’s whatever this is. All I can really get from this is that the one in the middle with that raw sneer is the leader. Oh, and that the one on the far right is in desperate need of a pedialite.
Hat tip to Juango
Dutch ravers plus a little Yakety Sax is never a bad thing.
I fell like I’ve met every person in this video whenever my car has been stuck.
Yep, your weekend is over. Not jazzed about the week ahead? We feel ya’…Cue the cut of all of Tina’s moans from Bob’s Burgers.
I now know what kind of father I’m going to be. I’m also looking into being adopted by this family.
And our friends just keep on giving today, hat tip to Larry