Twins Jenna and Barbara Bush wrote a letter to Sasha and Malia Obama via the Wall Street Journal giving them advice on how to make the most out of the time in the White House. They really portray their time there as being magical. The best part is that boozy Jenna contributed- you know...the same boozy Jenna that wasn't smart enough to avoid getting arrested for booze. If I were the Obama girls, I'm not sure I'd take her advice...
When my old partner Andy and I left our flat in Prague, we started this "bible" where we left hints and notes to the interns following us on how to make the most out of their experience there. We wrote stuff about the landlords, the people we worked with, names of waiters, where to barf in public and not get arrested, etc. Once we left, we emailed the next set of interns and told them where to find the bible. For about 2 years, every MAS school intern who came through Prague, had contributed to the bible and continued on its legacy.
That's the kind of shit Jen and Babs Bush shoulda done for Sasha and Malia, not sending in a stupid letter to the WSJ and hope the girls actually read that shit. Why didn't they send it in to CosmoGirl or something (ya, ya, I know that magazine is dead)? Or better yet, they shoulda just hid it somewhere- like in a crawl space or something! Their advice isn't even anything that exciting a normal person wouldn't jump in on. I mean honestly, "slide down the banister"- DUH. Gimme shit like if your hamster dies, bury it next to ours in the Habitrail Cemetery™ on the far east side of the great lawn- everyone's gerbil is buried there.
Anyway, I guess it's still pretty cool of them to have written it. It still doesn't make me like George W. though. Not even a tiny bit. Not even for a nanosecond. I still fuckin' hate him and hope that his first grandchild is an adorable gay boy who grows up to be a tranny. I bet that'd really piss him off...
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Livin' the High Life

Takes a great brand to realize that they don't even need to water down their ads. Check out the new site from Miller High Life specifically designed for the Super Bowl in mind...1secondad.com.
God Save The Queen
Geek out

Stick this USB in your plant's soil for 24 hours. Then, plug it into your computer and find out your plant's soil conditions, sunlight, temperature, and humidity levels. It's like a plant doctor, only better. Wish there was a USB that did this kinda thing for us- and no, I'm not talking about a thermometer. Anyway, it's called an EasyBloom and can be purchased HERE.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
January 20, 2009
Felt the need to come out of my hole to recognize what an amazing day this has been. Been home watching President Barack Obama get sworn in as our 44th president. Seriously people, if there's any reason to get emotional right now, this is it. Twelve years ago today, I was in Washington DC at Bill Clinton's inauguration. But the patriotism I felt today far surpasses meeting Al Gore, attending the inaugural ball AND seeing Peter, Paul and Mary. There's nothing like the feeling that big things are about to happen. God bless America and the new first family. Side note: Big ups to The Barbarian Group on a campaign well done. Don't think a minute went by during the inaugural telecast where I didn't see a pop-up for the CNN headline shirts. I would love to know how many hits THIS site got today. Serious kudos, guys.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Rest in peace, Ang


Angie, the most recent addition to our family, was laid down to rest on Friday. I conveniently found out last nite while I was out...awesome. Needless to say, I'm pretty sad and will be taking a break from the web (and this blog) for a minute. Lots of rough shit has gone down lately, so for those of you who knew me during my last London stint, consider this my "betterment time." You know how to reach me...
love.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wish I was here.
Obamicon.Me
High five to Paste Magazine for being the first to make a pretty user-friendly version of Shep's art (you've gotta have Flash 10 to create your own). Go to their site HERE, upload a photo or take a webcam shot, and BADOW!, you too can be Obamiconned (I just made up that word...you'll use it, believe me).
Happy Thursday

CLICK HERE FOR COMPLETE DAVID LEE ROTH HILARITY!! Courtesy of the amazingly awesome Gunny aka Ryan K.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Meh.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
IT'S ABOUT TIME

Finally, an easy way to objectify all those hot ad men we love so much. Someone's created a blog entitled "America's Next Top Ad Bachelor." Because honestly, with the economy being so shitty, we've got nothing else to do than to think of sex. Now, if you haven't seen the blog, or visited it in the past 2 days, here's an update: surprisingly, my boy Julian got bumped by Utsch, but don't fret! Because the replacements are now Marcus Smith vs. THE SKAFF-INATOR!!! Vote HERE now! P.s. Skaff's offering $100 worth of PBR to the highest voter.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Who cares.
Fuck it. I'm drunk, I'm high, and I just kicked out two really solid people from my apt. for being on the verge of fucking. Truth: I wouldn't have normally cared. I would've let them fuck and make sweet sweet love...had this been 2008. But this is the year, I take back myself- so fuck it. Before I continue, however, let's just acknowledge right off the bat, that I'm fucked up, and should technically be exempt from here-to-fore charges incurred while being a wingman. To explain my retardedness, here's a rant i haven't done in a really effin long time- a stoned one. It's 2009, and one minute I feel bad about saying "fuck" and the next minute I don't. Fuck it all. Bring on 2009 bitches. And so begins the saga...
Why ARE you so fucked up?!
Yes, I'm talking to you, dude- you, who tells me that you're fucked up, and so I'M supposed to deal with it. You tell me you don't give a shit if I hook up with your friends (p.s. sure tell sign that you don't give a fuck). But I ensure you that there's no way I ever would- whether you approve or not (p.s. this means that maybe I might actually like you, or at least I say I do, and not be sure about it). At the end of the day, it comes down to respect. Either you care about the person or you don't. Either you want to hear about their sexual habits, or not. People know these things when they're friends. I thought you were cool. I thought that if you just had someone to take your mind off her, that you'd ease up. And yet, you're not only more "fucked up", but according to you're friends, she's now molded you to be less than awesome. My first New Year's resolution is a result of you- you made me realize that I deserve someone who's nice to me. Either you see dinner as two friends hanging out, or not. Just acknowledge something, anything, just be real, dude - and maybe you'll find the best of yourself- and realize you don't need to latch onto what you used to have...Just be cool- because I could either like you or hate you. And so far, it's not looking too good.
Why ARE you so fucked up?!
Yes, I'm talking to you, dude- you, who tells me that you're fucked up, and so I'M supposed to deal with it. You tell me you don't give a shit if I hook up with your friends (p.s. sure tell sign that you don't give a fuck). But I ensure you that there's no way I ever would- whether you approve or not (p.s. this means that maybe I might actually like you, or at least I say I do, and not be sure about it). At the end of the day, it comes down to respect. Either you care about the person or you don't. Either you want to hear about their sexual habits, or not. People know these things when they're friends. I thought you were cool. I thought that if you just had someone to take your mind off her, that you'd ease up. And yet, you're not only more "fucked up", but according to you're friends, she's now molded you to be less than awesome. My first New Year's resolution is a result of you- you made me realize that I deserve someone who's nice to me. Either you see dinner as two friends hanging out, or not. Just acknowledge something, anything, just be real, dude - and maybe you'll find the best of yourself- and realize you don't need to latch onto what you used to have...Just be cool- because I could either like you or hate you. And so far, it's not looking too good.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Killed it.
I hate her
Save yo'self. Become a cowboy.
Headline on msnbc.com this past Thurs. 1/8/09: Cowboy churches rope in new Christians
Gunny, your dream just came true. Does Jessica Simpson lead the choir? Read about it HERE!
Friday, January 09, 2009
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