Dunkin' Donuts Vs. Starbucks Vs. Mr Lee's

Oh its going to be a show down baby!!! Its like Rocky taking on Apollo Creed AND Clubber Lang in one movie... The Unknown Competitor, brewed from the same people that brought us Moo Goo Gai Pan, how could this java possibly unseat the two Kings of the Coffee?

Quite Easily actually.

Starbucks? Lets be honest with ourselves... unless you get a cup of 2000 calorie chocolate caramel infused bitterness... it just plain tastes like crap, really bittet crap.

Dunkin' Donuts? Normally not too shabby, but unfortunately I have run into two instances where the coffee has just tasted awful and there was just another occurance of nastiness just today, resulting in the inability for a friend of mine to keep her eyes open... (you can do it babygirl! hang in there)

Mr Lee's? Oh yeah baby... ready for this? Large great tasting coffee... $1.25, every f-ing day. Throw in a roll with butter or a muffin... $2. Still less than a Large or, Venti if you will, of either of the two who "reign supreme".

So Mr Lee's Chink Java... I salute you.

YOU MUST GO TO THIS SITE!!!!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4975610544132148337

In this corner standing in at 3'4" we have a midget breakdancer.... and in this corner standing in at almost as short as that we have a midget Capoeira artist (the Brazilian art of dance fight, no not like the beat it video)... what do you get? A dance off for the ages that's what! Hell yes!!! Man this was better then a cup of coffee... well I had that too but Jeez what a way to start the day... I'd like to thank the FHM Casual Friday email update for bringing me this goodness... and for making my weekend.

I'm going to see the Gatti fight tomorrow night (Dr Suess is in the hizzouse!!!) so hopefully I'll have an interesting story or two to tell on Monday. Have a great weekend, unless someone else from one of my favorite movies dies today then I guess I'll be back to post again later. Until then AC baby!!! Let it ride...

Let's Hear it for the Boy

Chris Penn is dead... lets all hear it for the man who learned how to dance badly from Kevin Bacon and made a straw cowboy hat look cool... oh and he is also one of the most ass kicking tractor chicken fight cheerleaders ever. Let him not be forgotten... but also don't let him be remembered for the fat tub he ended up being.

Skate This....

So I'm watching this skating celebrities crap for the same reason most people watch NASCAR... I want to see people hit into stuff and possibly seriously injure if not kill themselves, especially if that person happens to be Mr. Down on you in a Theatre himself Dave Queerlea. So I'm watching and I start thinking to myself... wait a second... isn't Dave like a hockey freak so he's probably been skating for like 30 years... and I know for a fact that Jillian Barberie almost tried out for the Olympic squad when she was a teenager, so what the hell? This seems totally unfair to the likes of Deborah (Debbie out of the blue) Gibson, and Bruce Jenner or Todd (put your hands where I can see them) Bridges.

Oh and another thing... can we please trade the Gibbo for Tifany please... or at least Belinda Carlisle? I mean come on people, I know where the real washed up 80's talent lies. And where the hell is Hasselhoff? How can we hav all these b and c list celebrities on this show without Hasselhoff? Can his German singing career really be going that well. I mean I bought... ahem I mean my friend bought his last two albums and I hear they sucked pretty bad. Someone needs to tell those damn Germans we want our Knight Rider back!!! Thanks for playing, don't forget to tip your waitress.

Sittin' at Home Watchin' Arsenio Hall...

Man I just love me some "Me So Horny"... I also love miso soup but that's another entry entirely I think I'll title it "The Joys of Raw Seafood, and the Cramps that Sometimes Follow". Not bad, take that James Frey!

Anywho today is Weds as you can see if you look up a little... did you do it? What the &*$# pay attention! Anyway since its the day after Tuesday and thereofre the day after dart night, I am tired. Very tired, but I must admit last night was a great time, even though I really didn't want to go wqhen I first came home. But that's probably because I enjoyed a brief dinner with a very pretty lady I know... and who would want to leave that? Anywho... not really much to say today except I'm thinking of becoming a mime... for a couple of reasons.

1. I never have to talk to anyone again.

2. Something has to stop me from thinking I can sing Kareoke any time I'm drunk.

3. Make up kicks ass.

4. That whole trapped in the box thing is a great way to get out of work.

Anyway it took me way too long to come up with number 4 so that means I've pretty much got nothing, so I'm off to see the wizard. Good thing I got my black book for a friend to call.

Lights Out Baby...

My friend who lives in CT recently almost experienced a black-out at his home... His wife did and so did the school she runs but he unfortuanately missed out. Now we were speaking last night and he was sayng how he didn't think he missed out, I on the other hand do. It sounded awesome... they live basically in a cottage in the woods. I mean there are other houses around but its still a pretty secluded... this to me sounds like ideal conditions for a black out. They have a wood burning stove, a grill outside for cooking... the only that would be better is if it was a weekend and they didn't have to go to work. With this being said, I'm getting a hankering for some camping... Let's get it on!!! Camping is the best... you build a huge fire, get all crazy and just have a blast... no shave, no shower, no excuses... just all fun and games. Who's coming with me?

Where did that come from?

I am the king of the most random songs getting stuck in my head... right now I'm dealing with Bird is the Word... now this is my fault because of an annoying voicemail I was leaving my friend Jay, but otherwise the weirdest crap just hits me, but a favorite of mine and one of the most random is "Buffalo Stance"... I mean who IS that gigolo on the street? That's classic. Now that one will sneak up on me at any time and its always welcome. I could be doing anything, and I mean anything, and it could seem like the greatest time in the world... but I guarantee you give me a little Neneh Cherry (hippie spelling of Nina) in my head and the whole experience becomes better. I could probably survive being in a POW camp just by hummimg the old classic. Wish I could say the same for her brother though... you get Stay tonight in my head by good old Eagle Eye (hippie name) and my day is pretty much ruined. Worst two songs to get stuck in your head? Rappers' Delight by the Sugarhill Gang, and Hey Santa by Wilson Phillips (sorry Laur, its really bad) especially when its not Christmas time... Well ta ta for now... unfortunately I now have aforementioned Hey Santa stuck in my head so I gotta go listen to the Stance on repeat until my condition gets better...

PS: New version of Home on the Range... "Oh give me home, where the buffalo stance, and we listen to Neneh Cherry all day" Instant classic...

I'm Just What!!???

So I'm talking to my boss the other day and I'm telling him what a good memo he wrote or some crap and he says to me..."Stop it, you're just blowing smoke up my ass..." what the hell is that supposed to mean? Let's see if I've got this strait... if you are telling someone that they've done a good job, an that someone thinks you are just telling them that to kiss butt an appropriate saying is, you're just blowind smoke up my ass? Now I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't take too much imagination to derive where the term kiss ass, kiss up or brown noser derived from. Pretty obvious there... but this one definitely has me puzzled. I couldn't imagine the value or reason anyone would have to blow smoke up someone's bottom, and I also can't imagine why I just used the words bottom. Perhaps this all derived from a man telling an obviously unattractive woman that she had a hot ass, when in fact she didn't. So maybe the original comment to follow was... "Stop it, you're just adding heat to my ass" and it evolved from there. That's all I've got.

You're My Boy Blue!!! You're my Boy....

It is sad for me to report that the man who uttered the famous phrase "ring the bell you f-ing pansie", has passed. So as I sit here listening to "Dust in the Wind" on repeat I ask that you not have a moment of silence but a moment of craziness, and that where ever you are, be it your home or office stand and scream, "You're my boy, Blue". And do it not just in memory of Patrick Crenshaw, the man that played Blue, do it because just thinking about people doing makes me laugh.