I aint even snarkin’…this is adorable.
Whatever. Sounds too close to the peanut butter. And I’ll be damned if I support those commie bastards. I’m a Skippy man. Like my father and my grandfather before me.
So, is everyone energized with loving feelings toward their fellow man after the Thanksgiving holiday? Good! Now watch this compilation video of Black Friday retail stampedes, and poof: back to predictions of the apocalypse.
This performance by the Ross Sisters swiftly transitions from “adorable” to “mildly sexy” to “OK, thats’s actually kind of disturbing.” You don’t see that type of flexibility these days.
This will be my last post today. Not because I’m out of ideas (although I am!), but because this is my obsession, my hopes, my dreams…all capsulated into one visual and sonic assault. I invite (urge) you to click the image above and enter a world where nothingness is everything; a place where life has meaning and we shall all live forever.
HT to Matt C
Is it any wonder that keyboard players get all the babes?
We spend a lot of time on YouTube here at Internet HQ, and this whole forced integration with Google+ is maddening. No, we don’t want to sign in to Google+. No, we’d actually rather see the entire universe of comments, since that’s where the crazy is. No, we don’t want to use our real names, because the internet is built on anonymity-fueled aggression, and dammit, that’s the way we like it. This gentlemen captures our frustrations well. And so, we share:
Now this is commentary: students awkwardly holding “spontaneous” poses while the camera is unknowingly set to video. The manufactured documentation of human minutia continues, unabated.