Monday, December 29, 2008

Business in front, party in the back!

Oh, so much to talk about here! Just a couple of gems for you guys I couldn't pass up without posting.

First, one of the great "Literal Video Versions". I'm a huge fan of the A-Ha video, but thought I'd toss this one out from Tears for Fears.




And now, just a few photos I found while browsing the web. I was going to do strictly mullets, but I couldn't pass up the Glamour Shots dude, ala Uncle Rico from Napolean Dynamite. The worst part about this one is I found this on this guy's own personal Flickr site!!! He's so proud of this pic. The tag on it said "taken about 10 years ago" which only makes it worse!!! He's still got a porn stache and wearing a class ring in 1998?

This guy must have definitely been riding a pussy train that wasn't stopping!




The next one scares me a bit, because I pretty sure that this guy would kill me if he ever saw me posting this on here. I can just about guarantee this dude has tons of guns and other weapons with which he could use to dismember and mutilate my body all while wearing my skin.



This last one hurts my soul a little. I know people make themselves look like fucking idiots all the time, but this poor little Joe Dirt never had a chance in life. And to make it worse, I'm pretty sure I went to high school with these people.





So there it is, my dear readers. A little multimedia adventure with Bubba himself. Let me know what you think, I'll try to find some more fun like this in the future.

I mean, fuck it, if I've got nothing pissing me off at the moment, I might as well laugh at some unfortunate fuck stick out there.

'Nuff said. The Bubba has spoken.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Thundercats! Ho!

OK, before all you little nerds pee your pants, this isn't real. I mean, it's real in the fact that it exists and you can watch it over and over like I did, but it's not a trailer for a real movie. Sit back and watch this beautiful exercise in nerdom.







I'd like to assume most of you would realize this trailer was only a fun little project made by a nerd of the highest level. A nerd that I truly admire, although I've never met him before. I doubt he rarely ever leaves his hobbit hole unless he's running out to replace his worn out 1d20. (That's nerd speak for a 20 sided die)

Regardless, did you see the amazing result from wasting a year and a half of your life? Think of all the sweet things you could do if you holed yourself up and spent over 18 months concentrating on one sole project. Me? I couldn't do it. I'd end up wasted and eating peanut butter off of a wooden spoon.

Just to give the guy credit, he goes by WormyT on Youtube, and apparently he Photoshopped every single frame and then edited this in Photoshop's video editor. Really fucking sweet.

Obviously, you've got Troy, Chronicles of Riddick, and X-Men in there, but there is so much more, and I'm only starting to find all the hidden gems. Snarf from Garfield, Cheetara from Farscape, Kit and Kat from Spy Kids, the ThunderTank from Aliens, Jaga from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Monkeyian and Jackalman from Planet of the Apes. Jesus, this list goes on and on.

There are more things in there, and some I have to verify before I make myself look like an idiot. I don't want to be like Anonymous (not you Josh) and start blurting out shit that doesn't make sense.

So what did you think? What did you find that I didn't mention? And why the fuck can't Hollywood make this movie?

All hail WormyT, for he is an Alpha Nerd. And thanks to Jonny Whatever for finding this and bringing it to my attention. He's also a nerd, but no where near as good at it as WormyT is.

'Nuff said. The Bubba has spoken.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Christmas is here! Ah ah, not for you, Hippie!

Welcome back readers! It's Christmas time, so go green!

I find it humorous that so many self righteous liberal fucking tree huggers are out cutting down trees because Jesus told them to. Let's not forget that they're also out there in their gas guzzling SUV's picking them up.

Now don't get me wrong, I think global warming is a fucking joke. The earth's climate is cyclical, and more so it's primarily influenced by solar activity. If you don't believe me, I hope you scrape your foreskin off while dry humping the pine tree in your living room.

But for all of you who believe in global warming, I'm going to suggest a few things for you to help cut down your "carbon footprint." Oh, and fuck off if you seriously think you can change things, but here you go anyway:

1. Don't buy a tree. Not even a fake one. Plastic trees are made from petroleum products, and I don't want to pay more for gas. And if you buy live trees, you might as well go clear cut a forest and kill some cute little bunnies and deer with your own hands.

2. Don't buy cards for people. Hallmark is holding your brain hostage with half assed limericks. Besides, cards are made from paper. Paper comes from trees. Monkeys live in trees. You might as well be personally drowning a monkey in your holiday spirit.

3. Don't buy presents for anyone. Virtually anything you buy will be made or packaged with products made from petroleum or dead plants and animals. Fuck, you can't even give someone a piece of driftwood, because then you're depriving the earth the nutrients that would be returned to the soil if it was allowed to decompose.

Now, I know, some of you are thinking, "But Bubba, why are you such a grinch?" I'm not, but I think anyone that believes Al Gore is right should shove a pine cone covered in candy cane shards up their ass.

I love Christmas, but I want any of you that believe in global warming to go tell every small child you see that Christmas is canceled. Tell them Santa Claus had to lay off the elves due to the recession. While you're at it, tell them he's grilling the reindeer over his yule log because they were producing too much methane and making holes in the ozone layer. And by the way, Rudolph was delicious with Mrs. Claus'homemade cranberry glaze.

If you're not comfortable telling them that, then tell them that you truly believe their sacrifices are in the best interest of Mother Earth. Tell them global warming is true, and they need to forgo Christmas so we can all survive. And when they cry, I want you to collect their tears in a jar so you can go water the Blue Spruce saplings at the pine tree farm.

So Merry Christmas, you liberal brain-washed fuck sticks. Just try to eliminate your "carbon footprint" during the holidays, I fucking dare you.

'Nuff said. The Bubba has spoken.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Sorry, I've been absent

Got nothing to bitch about right now, so piss off.

Shit hole bars, here I come.

'Nuff said. The Bubba has spoken.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Chris Chelios will be at the Van!

You heard it here first, kids!

Chris Fucking Chelios will be playing both Friday and Saturday for the Grand Rapids Griffins at the Van Andel Arena!

Get your tickets fast. They will sell out, I promise you.

Friday is Dollar Beer and Hot Dog night. Get drunk, eat some lips and assholes, watch a Red Wing legend.

Saturday has some annoying little twat from the Hannah Montana show. Get drunk, listen to a couple thousand screaming little girls, watch a Red Wing legend.

'Nuff said. The Bubba has spoken.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Be polite, you narcissistic fuckwads!

Well, hello again you little tryptophan junkies. I hope you're all juiced up from your turkey gorging and ready to take a lesson in manners from Bubba himself. That's right, I'm a polite mother fucker, so shut your pie hole and get out your pencils.

Today's lesson is cell phone etiquette.

Rule #1: If you're in a public setting, turn your ringer to silent.

I don't give a flying rat's ass what your ring tone is. You're not cool because you've got some new song on your phone, or Stewie Griffin saying some hilarious comment. Turn it the fuck off. You're not that important, and just because your phone rings doesn't mean you are.

Rule #2: Again, when in a public setting, take your phone off of speaker.

This rule applies to everyone, but mostly to Nextel subscribers like me. You have a button on your phone that takes it off of speaker. Everyone at the monster truck rally doesn't need to know that your cousin has herpes. Honestly, would you hold a conversation with someone standing next to you at that same volume level? Shut the fuck up, we don't want to hear you.

Rule #3: If you're in a movie, play, recital, or other quiet place, don't answer your phone.

Once again, dick wads, you are not the center of the fucking universe. If the call is that important, either A) take it outside, or B) maybe you shouldn't fucking be there. Leave you ignorant self centered scrote.

Rule #4: If you don't want to answer your phone, don't let it sit there and ring until voice mail picks it up.

I get it, you have caller ID and you think you're being coy by letting voice mail answer the call from the creepy stalker dude. Fine. Don't answer it. TURN OFF THE FUCKING RINGER!!!

And by the way, you're not fooling anyone by not answering it. In fact, if I constantly sent you to voice mail, I think you'd get the hint faster.

The people around you shouldn't have to suffer through your ringer - or God forbid, a stupid fucking ring tone (see above) - just because you got wasted and gave someone your number (and your bodily fluids). I'm sure you were in a rut and wanted to make sure the plumbing worked and that's why you mounted that sea donkey. You made the mistake, I don't want to hear about it. By the way, get to the clinic and get some crackers for the steaming cheese growing between your thighs resulting from that lovely night.

Rule #4.1 You were rude enough to let your phone ring until voice mail answered it. Silence it now!

OK, cock breath, you thought that by not answering, the person you were avoiding would assume that you were busy and you would call back later. Wrong.

They're going to do 2 things. First, they'll leave a message, and don't act so fucking shocked when your ringer goes off letting you know you have voice mail. Second, they're going to call back because that's what stalkers and other anal retentive shit holes do. So do us all a favor, either shut your phone off or shut it up.

Rule #5: If you're hanging out with friends, don't constantly be on your phone - this includes texting especially.

This is the most important rule of all. Whether you were invited out or you invited your friends to come out, the idea that you send to your friends is this: You're way less important than ANY other person that may be calling or texting me. I'm going to make you wait, because not only are these other people more important than you, but I am too.

If all you're going to do is text back and forth like grade school girls wondering when their vaginas will start bleeding, stay the fuck home. Your friends are there to hang out with you because they enjoy your company, but trust me you stupid ass hat, that won't last long. You'll prove to them that you're no fun, can't hold a conversation and that they have no value to you.

Enjoy texting the rest of the self centered dill holes out there, because no one else will want to talk to you.

Rule #6: If you must answer your phone, read or respond to a text, or listen to a message, apologize to everyone around you immediately.

There are times when we need to take phone calls and respond to messages. Apologize for doing so, and take the phone away from the table or other gathering area. This will make your friends less uncomfortable and you'll look less like a douche bag.

Rule #7: Lastly, if you have room mates or other people that live with you, turn your phone or ringer off before you go to bed unless you're going to keep it in your room with you.

We all have different bed times, and for those that go to bed early, they shouldn't have to be woken up. In the quiet paradise that is your double wide, it's unnecessary to keep your ringer turned all the way up. I'm sure the whole trailer park can hear it, even over your neighbor getting wasted on 5 o'clock gin and jerking off to his wife's Garfield t-shirt.

For those that stay up later, they shouldn't have to go turn your ringer off because you're sound asleep and it keeps going for 20 fucking minutes or until someone shuts it off. Oh, and if this is you, don't get pissed when you realize you missed a call even though you didn't have the little note on the screen when you woke up from your grizzly bear slumber. In fact, you should fucking apologize.


So there it is, kids, just a few rules to keep you from being ostracized or strung up like the egomaniacal bloody crotch rag you really are. Try to be a little courteous and you'll probably find people won't want to kick you in the balls as often.

'Nuff said. The Bubba has spoken.