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If I Were a Werewolf…


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My face, mid-transformation! Okay, you caught me…this is just an excuse to show off the beard…

If I woke up to discover I were a Teen Wolf werewolf, what would I do?  It’s easy to invade the hypothetical with ridiculous ideas, because, of course, the idea of being a werewolf is, itself, ridiculous.  I am wont to say I would transform and haunt the hillside; that I would use my wolfish form to terrorize my nemeses (that’s right, I gots more than one); that I would surprise my friends with my anamorphic secret; and that, generally, I would indulge in the hunt & the howl.  But, really, how would the world encounter a real werewolf?  The old trope of a government lab?  Public fear?  A witch-hunt on werewolves?  In the real world, how would you react to a man who turned into a wolf?  You can’t really say, right?  It’s like if a nefarious individual stepped at you in a dark alley.  Are you going to pop that fool with a right hook, or are you going to fetal-position the nearest corner or crevice?  You don’t know until it happens.  So, if some dude sprouts tufts of fur, *howl are you going to react?  You can’t be sure until it happens…

Taking that into consideration, my hypothetically being a werewolf takes on a new meaning.  See, I’m the type of person who, when littering, puts the to-be-littered item down on the ground, pretending I will pick it back up while pantomiming what I think it looks like to intend to pick it back up, all in service of the off-chance that someone is watching and actually gives a shit that I’m leaving my straw-sleeve on the pavement.  And, at the end of the day, I don’t even litter in the first place.  **Because I’m too scared.  Now apply that mindset to lycanthropy–hells-no am I haunting the hillside!  You never know, the hills might have eyes (#horrormovieallusion), and I might get caught, and people own guns (#thankyousecondamendment).  I’m not trying to die here, you know?  And with that preamble out of the way, welcome to my maybe recurring segment of If I were a Werewolf: How my Day would be Different if I were a Wolf-man

Dear Diary,

Today I almost felt insecure at Starbucks as patrons effortlessly remembered which sizes corresponded to small, medium, and large.  I don’t frequent this place.  I know enough to know that saying small, medium, or large in here is a faux pas (or faux paw, as my wolfy condition may warrant).  Which is to say, I know enough to be self-conscious about not knowing the names of things.  Damn you, Starbucks!  And so, almost feeling stupid, I ordered a Grande Vanilla Blonde Roast because I like vanilla, knew enough to know that Tall was the smallest (#thereisnologicinthisplace), and knew enough to know that  I didn’t want the smallest (#Iamnotachild).  I still don’t know what the other option is.  Did I get the largest?  Grande seems like it should be the largest.  But, then again, so does Tall.  Who knows?  Probably all of you.  You are all reading this, wanting to insult my ignorance.  And yet, I am a werewolf, lest you forget.  I could devour you.  So watch the judgment, fella.  Back to the story.  That smarmy cashier could sense my trepidation–my wolfish senses could sense him sensing it.  And I would have felt small…grrr…Tall, but I didn’t because I was a werewolf and a werewolf feels tall, not Tall.  That’s right, Starbucks, I re-appropriate your nomenclature to make jokes at your expense!  Anyway, so the cashier has no idea that I could have transformed and mauled him for taking the time to ask my name, yet not taking the time to consider that “Rice” is never someone’s name!  Who names their child Rice?  C’mon now.  My name is Reese.  Reese!  Like the candy.  Not Rice.  Like the Asian dish.  Just take the time to re-ask my name, because it is clearly not Rice…  But, because I was a werewolf, I forgave him.  He’ll never know I was a werewolf, or that I had brief plans to hound him like the sometimes-hound I am.  But I know that I am a werewolf.  And that gives me confidence.  And that’s enough.  It’s a good thing I am a werewolf, even if the world will never know.

Bestest,

Not Aware Wolf

*Not a typo.  I’m just being stupidly clever.

**And because I’m a good person.  Shit, I’ll citizen’s-arrest your ass if I see you littering.  This has been a public service announcement in the guise of a blog entry!

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Pop-Culture Hunger Games: Part IV


Note: If you missed Part I, Part II, or Part III click on the links!

The Contestants cont.

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Rank: 7

Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter:  Draco, the platinum-locked douchebag from Hogwarts, joins the game as another tribute-everyone-wants-to-see-die, though, unlike the clear frontrunner in that department–Joffrey Baratheon–Draco might actually stick around for a while.  See, Draco and Joffrey share some similarities, including, but not limited to:  affluence; awesome uncles in Sirius (yes, he was Draco’s distant uncle) and Jaime (yes, he is also Joffrey’s father); more than a suggestion of incest in both their family trees (per Draco’s pure-bloodedness and Joffrey’s, well, clearly incestuous family); a penchant for getting punched and, generally, beat the shit out of by females (Arya and Hermione come to mind); an affinity for being flanked by flunkies (Crabbe & Goyle and the Hound/King’s Guard); and, of course, (spoiler alert) the blood of fan-favorites Dumbledore and Eddard Stark on their hands.  However, in spite of all his similarities to Joffrey, Draco has one thing Joffrey does not: real power in the form of magic.  Sure, he may be a lackluster wizard by Hermione Granger standards, but, as long as he can pronounce Avada Kedavra, he should do okay in these games.

X-factor:  While Draco does have some witchery on his side, he also has an unfortunate resemblance to Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s Spike.  There are two possible outcomes of his doppelgänger status, and each one of them is unsavory.  First, if we snatched the season 1-4 variety of Buffy for these games, then the slayer will stake our snakey “Spike.”  Probably with his own wand, no less.  And she will do it without giving it a thought until, of course, he doesn’t poof into ash.  However, if we recruited a later-season, seasoned Buffy, then she will likely jump his bones.  This may seem like a happy accident at first, but as soon as Draco, in the throes of foreplay, whispers something stupid like, “you must speak parseltongue, because you’re talking to my snake,” gesturing, of course, to his wee sorcerer and its stones, Buffy will smite him immediately.  Really, it’s the only fitting ending to someone who names their yet-to-be-born son Scorpius…

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Rank: 9

Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter:  The games toyed with the idea of wresting the aforementioned Hermione Granger from the arms of Ron “Foolish-Faced” Weasley, but decided against it because, let’s be honest, she would run shit like Willow circa Season 6 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  Lo, we aspire to parity here at these games.  Luna Lovegood, whose last name pays homage to the broken English of foreigners attempting to say “has sex very well,” is another high-level threat in these games.  While she is quirky to the point of Zooey Deschanel, don’t let her eccentricities distract you from her power.  She is a bona fide witch.  Sure she’s weird and her dad is something of a traitor, but she outclasses Draco in nearly every category, making her, at least to date, the most accomplished magic-wielder in the games.  That’s nothing to scoff at.

X-factor:  Beyond her spells, Luna has the good fortune of being one of those characters you just don’t kill.  I mean, she is too spacey and unthreatening to die so brutally in gladiatorial combat.  It would take a special kind of monster to slay someone like Luna.  Felling her is like felling a unicorn–only assholes do it.  There are, however, a few assholes in these games (see: above), so nothing except one who looks directly at the basilisk is set in *stone.

Check back for Part V and more of the contenders…

*Okay, so they are technically petrified.  But the joke almost worked swimmingly!

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Pop-Culture Hunger Games: Part III


Note: If you missed Part I or Part II, click on the links!

The Contestants cont.

Rank: 11

Rank: 11

Derek Hale, MTV’s Teen Wolf:  Derek is what is commonly referred to as a “hunk.”  It’s a technical term, derived & abbreviated into a noun from the 20th century adjective “hunkalicious,” meaning:  to be, or otherwise possess qualities that make one, sexy, handsome, and/or panty-dropping, drop-dead gorgeous.  This evaluation of Derek holds under intense scrutiny, as it was arrived at through generous use of the scientific method, and then peer-reviewed by both male and female experts on the subject.  Below is an abridged version of the study:

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  1. Problem:  Is Teen Wolf’s Derek Hale dat sexy?
  2. Hypothesis:  He is.
  3. Procedure:  Inspect Derek Hale for something resembling sexiness.
  4. Observation:  Wolf wolf, partner.
  5. Conclusion:  Hypothesis is confirmed.
  6. Unexpected Results:  Tester’s virginity is forfeit.

The above study, available in full in the winter issue of Werewolves are Foxy, was tested & confirmed by no less than 22 scientists, the demographics of which ranged from single ladies to nuns to Mormon patriarchs.  All agreed, and all forfeited their virginities—or whatever was left of them—in the name of cold, hard, and hot (but still hard) science.  Even the famously flame-retardant Daenerys Targaryen, upon meeting Mr. Derek Hale, hailed him as, and I quote, “H-O-Double-T HOTT!”

What does this all mean for the games?  Absolutely nothing.  But Derek, in addition to being a specimen of both science and male prowess, is a werewolf, and an alpha one at that.  He’s super strong, a bit broody, and has eyebrows as dense as the core of a sun set to supernova.  He is truly a contestant to be reckoned with.

X-factor:  Derek, who boasts a similar brew of brood to Buffy’s old flame, Angel, might snare the affection of Ms. Summers.  If Derek is able to get her to let her guard down by reproducing Angel’s preferred courting method—namely, muttering cryptic & creepy nonsense, something Derek is already a pro at—he may be able to take Buffy out, which would be huge.

XXX-factor:  Because he’s so hardcore and reminds of a young, completely-different-in every-way-but-buffness Vin Diesel, Derek gets two X-factors, and the second one has the very hardcore XXX.  Derek, being an alpha werewolf, could actually infect his competitors with lycanthropy, hence forcing them into his pack.  Once in his pack and under his alpha influence, Derek could systematically kill everyone, growing more and more powerful like a less-blind, blindingly handsome Deucalion.

Stiles Stilinski

Rank: 5

Stiles Stilinski, MTV’s Teen Wolf:  Okay, so he is not a she as per the requirements of the games.  But the games decided to make an exception with Teen Wolf, as none of the possible female tributes tested well with focus groups.  That could have something to do with the severe lack of strong female characters in television and movies altogether, but that sounds like a far too real topic for these games.  So, excuse us while we Windex this glass ceiling, and then enjoy as we continue the popular trend of replacing potential female roles with male characters…  Yay for the marriage of irony and sarcasm; Stiles would be proud!   Anyway, we chose Stiles because Lydia’s Cordeila Chase impression lacked, how do you say, a certain Charisma, and Allison’s Katniss Everdeen impression reminded too much of, well, Katniss Everdeen— we’d like to avoid the comparison to the slightly more popular incarnation of the Hunger Games, ya know?  And so, we arrive at Stiles!  On the plus side, Stiles and Derek create the type of good cop, bad cop, buddy-cop bromance angle that is catnip to focus groups.  Get over it.

Aside from not being a woman, Stiles is the lovesick, wisecracking best friend who really ought to be the hero, but, inexplicably, is overlooked by fate.  He’s the Samwise Gamgee to Scott McCall’s Frodo; a million times better-suited to carry the burden, but some destiny bullshit chose the other guy.  Really, Stiles is more likable than Scott, more relatable than Scott, and is actually a rich-man’s Xander as opposed to Scott’s rich man’s Ryan Lochte—or poor man’s Ryan Lochte, I can’t tell…is it inherently good to be quintessentially something, even if that something is “bro?”.  Regardless, unfortunately for Stiles, that slight of fate is going to cost him dearly in the games.  Stiles is quick-thinking, quick with a joke, and actually pretty resourceful, but his lack of lycanthropy makes him just another sarcastic fan-favorite.  He may last a little while because he plays a funny sidekick, but jesters don’t outlive the kings they entertain.  Stiles will die.

Also, Stiles is already making enemies by parodying them.  His latest victim is Jack Shepard, the Human Slip ‘n Slide.  This photo, and apparently Stiles himself, surfaced recently.

X-factor:  Stiles will undoubtedly be one of the more popular tributes, so his death will be a sad event.  That’s something, right?

Check back for Part IV and more of the contenders…

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Pop-Culture Hunger Games: Part II


Note: If you missed Pop-Culture Hunger Games: Part I click here.

The Contestants cont.

Wesley

Rank: 8

Wesley Wyndham-Price, Buffyverse:  Wesley is something of a renaissance man, and his frequent patronage of the job carousel has landed him gigs as a Watcher, a rouge demon-hunter, an Angel Investigations associate, a Wolfram & Hart suit-and-tie, and, finally, a martyr.  Also, and lest we forget, he had a brief stint as a baby kidnapper.

Interestingly, his bout as a baby-napper may pay dividends in the games.  That is, if he ever finds himself cornered by, or otherwise aware of, two of our upcoming tributes, Chuckie Finster and Angelica Pickles from Rugrats .  According to our pregame poll, 78% of our viewers believe he’ll kidnap the hell out of those babies, and, of that 78%, half suspect he’ll up the ante to infanticide.

Aside from his bout as a baby-snatcher, Wesley has jack-of-all-traded every corner of the job market, accruing a set of particular skills not unlike Liam Neeson’s character in Taken, Brian Mills.  However, unlike Mr. Mills, Wesley would certainly be one of the kidnappers–emphasis, of course, on “kid,” and “kid,” of course, emphasizing the toddler side of the spectrum.  Seriously, though , Wesley could be a contender.  He is familiar with many manners of fighting.  He is extremely intelligent.  And he is English.

X-factor:  There is a slight possibility Wesley doesn’t make it through the feast.  If he is too busy feasting his eyes on those delectable Rugrats, one of his competitors could easily take him out.

Buffy

Rank: 12

Buffy Summers, Buffyverse:  Ah, Buffy, the once-in-a-generation slayer who happened to be one of three slayers in a six-year span, and then one of thousands of slayers in the year after that.  So much for once-in-a-generation, huh?  What can we say about Buffy?  For starts, she’s kind of annoying, though her annoyingness is overshadowed quite completely by her quasi-fake sister’s, Dawn’s. In addition, Buffy is an expert camper, honing her skills with seven-years of  this-isn’t-the-time-to-use-that one-liners and other campy antics, as well as helping to erect quite a few tents in her day–Angel/Angelus’s, Riley Finn’s, Spike/William the Bloody/The Doctor’s, Ben Wilkinson/Glory’s, and countless fanboys’ (1997-present) to name just a few.  Here is a comprehensive list.

Indeed, Buffy is something of an undead heart-breaker.  And, it should be noted that, yes, that statement has at least three meanings, all of which are valid.  One, she figuratively breaks the hearts of the undead (Angel & Spike).  Two, she literally breaks the hearts of the undead (uh, by forcing a wooden rod through them).  And three, she is, herself, undead (having died twice) and she figuratively and literally still breaks hearts.  So, yeah.

Moreover, and this is quite important, Buffy is superhuman:  super strength, super speed, super fighting skills, super-duper in bed (we covered this earlier).  Really, there’s a good chance Buffy just dominates the games by coupling her coupling skills with her fighting skills.  However, if all the competitors gang up on her, Buffy could get taken down early.  Even so, it’s unlikely that an immediate and impromptu alliance would form, so Buffy is definitely an early frontrunner.

X-factor:  The thing about Buffy is this:  She is familiar with fighting–slaying, as it were–vampires, who, despite all logic, almost never resort to firearms.  Maybe it’s a gentleman’s curse, porphyric hemophilia.  Regardless, Buffy is just overly-confident enough to not realize that her competitors in these games are not going to honor that gentleman’s rule.  Buffy might bite a bullet if she’s not careful.

Chuckie

Rank: <1

Chuckie Finster, Rugrats:  While Chuckie is not the screwdriver-wielding swordsman Tommy Pickles would have been, he is…well, actually there isn’t really much going in Chuckie Finster’s favor.  He’s a toddler, a coward, and, most unfortunately, a ginger.  We at the games are not gingeracist (we have two loveable gingers in our own family), but we do have on good authority that some of our contestants loath the ginger scourge a.k.a. the daywalkers (we’re looking at you, Buffy).

In addition to rightfully fearing the sunlight, Chuckie fears just about everything else there is:  clowns, adventures, car washes, Santa Claus, Reptar on Ice, wooly bears, pickles, and Pickles (particularly Angelica).  Basically, Chuckie has absolutely nothing going for him.  He’ll run, but little legs can only scurry so fast.  Plus, we have on good authority that Chuckie has a penchant for leaving his shoes untied.  If he doesn’t trip one of the Admiral’s it’s-a-trap traps, he’ll likely trip into tripping one.  Perhaps it’s for the best that Chuckie Finster will never be All Grown Up!

X-factor:  Even if the other contestants don’t get him, the sun will scorch him into a gingerbread boy.  There is no upside to this contestant.  May god have mercy on his…wait, do gingers have souls?

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Rank: 1

Angelica Pickles, Rugrats:  If, as the saying goes, it is the thought that counts, Angelica Pickles is a frontrunner in these games.  Her thoughts are hateful and dangerous, to be sure.  Unfortunately for Angelica–and for axioms everywhere–real life doesn’t bend its knee to well-worn phrases.  Sure, on the inside Angelica is a diabolical monster prone to all sorts of savagery, but all that brutality is arrested within the stout appendages of a toddler.  If only her actions were as maniacal as her intentions…  In the end, she’s no more dangerous than Chuckie.  Not Finster, but the murderous doll whose only real strength is evil and the element of surprise.  Since the field knows she’s coming, she likely won’t catch anyone off guard.

Speaking of creepy dolls and horrible segues, we have some news about one Angelica Pickles.  It appears that her weapon of choice is her own creepy doll, Cynthia.  Cynthia is a nightmarish piece of plastic whose previous owners include Sid from Toy Story and future serial killers everywhere.  That’s solid company for evil-doers.

Essentially, Angelica is an example of a contestant that got called up to the big leagues too early.  In a few years, she could have been a Cersei Lannister, incestualizing all the Pickles’ pickles, raising the monstrous result therefrom, and generally being loved to be hated.  Lo, Angelica is surely destined for the same fate as Chuckie Finster.

X-factor:  While there is absolutely no way Angelica wins the games, there is a slight chance she could finish the games with a kill count of 1.  After all, Angelica’s weapon of choice is a lethal choking hazard to those not yet 5 and up, so watch your back, Mr. Finster

Check back for Part III and the rest of the contenders…

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Pop-Culture Hunger Games: Part I


The Hunger Games has happily filled the void left by Harry Potter as the new young-adult juggernaut.  Since I refuse to read anything that I do not write, I had a friend read me the series.  So far we are about a third of the way through the third book, Mockingjay.  The premise of pitting individuals against each other in a fight to the death is not new, but it is inherently compelling.  I think the Hunger Games series does a commendable job creating a new spin on the gladiatorial tournament we are all used to.  And so, in honor of the entertaining series, I will be creating a Hunger Games of my own!

In true Hunger-Games fashion, I will pull 2 contestants from each of the 12 districts; however, unlike the books, the districts are not based on territory, rather on pop-culture.  For example, one district will be Star Wars, from which I will choose a male and female that appear in the Star Wars franchise.  Moreover, I will not be restricted by age, nor will I technically use the lottery system; I will simply pick who I want to see fight.  Like in the books, I will rank their Hunger Games potential on a scale of 1-12 , with 1 being Joffrey Baratheon and 12 being Khal Drogo.  I will write a blurb explaining their tendencies, personalities, weapons, x-factors, and etcetera.  Then I will describe the arena in which the games will be played.  And, lastly, I will take everything into account, give a brief description of the games, and then crown a winner.  Good luck, and may the odds ever be in your favor!

The Contestants

Wet Jack

Rank: 9

Jack Shepard, LOST:  Jack has been affectionately dubbed the Human Slip ‘n Slide, and he’s more than earned the nickname.  He is an avid sweater, telling our own Caesar Flickerman that “the world is his sauna.”  Jack’s penchant for perspiration gives him an obvious advantage in grappling combat, as he noted:  “Fists and kicks are hydrophobic…and I’m a waterfall!”  Beyond his pouring pores, Jack figures to excel early on when contestants tend to unify into tenuous alliances.  We suspect he’ll parlay his intrinsic leadership, medical expertise, and lost-on-a-desert-island experience into early success.

However, we suspect Jack’s reliance on the reliance of a group will be his undoing.  He’ll lull into that familiar leadership role, never supposing the killing blow will come from behind, right in his we-have-to-go-back back.

X-factor:  Jack’s healthy fear of others may save him from his group’s inevitable betrayal, making him a dark horse to win.

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Rank: 3-8

Danielle Rousseau, LOST:  Rousseau is what we in the business refer to as a Spoiler.  She will never win the games, but she is just unpredictable and skilled enough to spoil a frontrunner or two’s chances.  She has already lost a finger and the games haven’t even started yet.  At one of last week’s buffets she was seen gnawing on her pinky, smearing the blood–creating what she referred to as:  “Makeshift lipstick”.  When asked why she was consuming her own finger, she whispered to the wall in her native french (translated here for your convenience):  “No food.  Finger-licking good.  Mmmmmmmmm…”

When they aren’t moving through her digestive tract, Rousseau’s fingers are quite comfortable on a trigger.  Despite her off-camber everything, Rousseau is a bonafide killer.  She’s as likely to cannibalize the rest of her hands and feet as she is to commit to the game, so chances are she’ll bow out quickly, perhaps even in the first minute on account of trying to differentiate the voices in her head from our loudspeakers in the sky.

X-factor:  She is the x-factor, making her the fine print in all of her opponents’ x-factors.

Admiral

Rank: 4

Admiral Ackbar, Star Wars:  The admiral is a trap-finding savant.  No booby-trap will get the best of him.  He escaped a Chinese finger trap on the first try.  He co-wrote Linday Lohan’s The Parent Trap.  He invented the trap door.  He warned R. Kelly about getting trapped in the closet.  He gets royalties whenever someone else identifies a trap.  Someone once invited him over for calamari, but he replied, say it with me:  “It’s a trap!”  And it was.  That someone was later arrested after inviting the Pokemon Clamperl over for a clambake.  Clamperl was boiled and buttered, which sources say was “Super Effective!”

In addition to trap classification, Admirable Ackbar has no other discernible skills.  He is nonthreatening, so it is likely he will be invited to join an alliance as a trap expert, but his nasally speech and delectable squid-corpse will prove too strong a motivator and someone will undoubtedly kill him for a meal.  He will likely meet his end in a giant, boiling caldron.  But, the upside is, he will have seen it coming from a mile away.  We can say with confidence that his last words will be a whisper, an acquiescence:  “I always knew it was a trap…”

X-factor:  There is an off-chance the admiral could simply skinny-dip into a pond or lake, masquerading as wildlife for the duration of the games…

Princess leia

Rank: 6

Leia Organa, Star Wars:  Princess Leia is a bundle of potential with incestual tendencies.  The plus side of things is that she has no family in the games, so that distraction shouldn’t affect her prospects.  However, the chauvinism of the Jedi leave her as untapped potential.  We reached out to the Jedi Council for a comment, asking them why, when shit was going down, they sought out Luke, but refused to consider Leia until she was, quite literally, the last option in the entire galaxy far, far away, but they refused to comment.

Unfortunately for Leia, her lack of training and general uppity-ness will put her in the ground sooner rather than later.  She is not really a team player, preferring to assume a leadership position, yet she is a shitty leader on account of believing entitlement guarantees power.  Help her, Obi-Wan Kenobi, she has got no hope!

X-factor:  She’s royalty and hot, so she is bound to have a lot of fans.  She can expect lots of gifts from above, and maybe one of those gifts will be The Jedi Mind Trick for Dummies?

Joffrey

Rank: 1 and most certainly

Joffrey Baratheon, Game of Thrones:  Perhaps foreseeing his own demise, Joffrey has already offered a litany of excuses to explain the poor showing everyone expects him to have:  “No doubt the sun will be directly in my eyes the entire time, obscuring my enemies from Hearteater’s deadly blade; the wind will certainly be blowing all of my projectiles astray; and my ankle, being horribly sprained of course, will force me to flail my arms and legs in what will look like an attempt at running by someone who is painstakingly inept at it, but will really be a necessity on account of, ya know, that bum ankle I’ll have…”

Joffrey broke Hunger-Games combine records in terms of inadequacy for every single weapon and skill he attempted.  Moreover, he has already made enemies of nearly every other participant, even inspiring the ire of Jack Shepard, who claims Joffrey’s tendency to “cry like a bitch until his cheeks are wet with snot and sob” is an affront to, and a poor imitation of, the Human Slip ‘n Slide’s “manly liquid secretion.”

Early predictions see Joffrey spending his, no doubt, few moments in the games stomping on hapless ants while shouting:  “King of da castle.  King of da castle.”

X-factor:  Given his blue blood and his life-owing relationship to incest, there is a slight possibility that Joffrey and Leia will become a duo, marginally improving their chances, but, even so, given their shortcomings the royals are royally f*****.

Daenerys-Targaryen

Rank: 7

Daenerys Targaryen, Game of Thrones:  Daenerys is strong willed with ambition as big as her breasts, and has few reservations flaunting it and them (her ambition and breasts, respectively).  She lives “far to the east” with her three dragons and manservant, Jorah Mormont, an avid Lawrence of Arabia/British East India Company impersonator.  Even without her dragons, she is no slouch, claiming to be “as flame-retardant as they come.”  Strangely, the male participants already seem aware of her ability, noting:  “Damn, that girl hotter than fire,”  followed by requisite high fives and laughter laced with douchebaggery.

Daenerys is yet another wannabe leader, though she tends to be humorless and overly-entitled, which may work against her.  In addition to fire, she also appears immune to innuendo, responding to several invitations from her male opponents to “come and tame [their dragons]” with a starkly serious and overly-emotional:  “You’ve seen my dragons?  Where are they?  GIVE ME MY DRAGONS!!!!”

The self-proclaimed Mother of Dragons does not seem too adept at any sort of combat.  She claims to have strong magic–“And what of my magic?  Is it not strong?”–yet it is abundantly clear that she is referring to her dragons as her magic.  She’s in for an awful awakening when she realizes her dragons won’t be accompanying her into the games…

X-factor:  If none of her competitors heed Smokey the Bear’s warning regarding forest fires, there is a chance that a giant conflagration will raze the entire arena, leaving Daenerys nude, unscathed, and the winner, but it’s a long shot.

Check back for Part II and the rest of the contestants…

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Two-For-One Special!


It’s no secret that America has an obesity problem.  It is, quite literally, tough to hide.  It’s the several elephants in every room, if you will.  Likewise, America has been suckling on the teat of the oil and coal industry for far too long, and, those of you acquainted with suckling know that too much suckling sucks.  There have been many plans to remedy each of these issues, but what I have now is a plan to remedy both of them at once.  As the old adage goes:  Two birds with one stone.  As the older adage goes:  Two dinosaur-descendants with one asteroid-descendant.  And as the oldest adage goes:  All dinosaurs with one asteroid.  We’ll stick with the two-for-one, though!

So, what is the solution, you say?  It’s simple, really.  One hour, daily, every American must get on a stationary bike or elliptical and pedal or stride, respectively.  The trick here is that each device is hooked up to some central generator that is charged with the energy created by the national workout.  The slogan writes itself:  “Clean energy provided by dirty people!”

This innovative resolution of solving two problems at once could be precedential.  We could solve all our problems two at a time.  We could address adult and, let’s be honest here, some child literacy issues AS WELL AS assault weapon dangers by sending ten or more oval periodicals to anyone purchasing more than ten-round magazines.  Bonus:  We would also teach people the wit and humor found in nuanced wordplay.  We could solve the debt crisis AND the cushy nature of prison by putting our prisoners to work for dirt-cheap wages.  Combat China’s cheap child labor with our own cheap child-molester labor!  Actually, this idea is so good it’s already happening!

Well, I trust you get the point.  I urge you all to begin approaching your problems from the two-for-one mindset.  Have fun!

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Motorcycle: Masculinity Itself


The Getting of Motorcycle Wood.

I recently acquired a motorcycle.  For those of you unfamiliar with motorcycles, they are manliness given wheels.  To ride a motorcycle is to ride masculinity itself—no homo/a little bit of homo, as the bros say.  And let me be the first to tell you that when you mount masculinity itself, scissoring its thrumming engine between your thighs, it creates, shall we say, tingles and jingles in your downstairs.  The scientific nomenclature for what occurs is called Motorcycle Wood, the cousin of the more familiar and mainstream Morning Wood.  Needless to say, when you finish a ride of masculinity itself you must tarry a bit, twiddling your thumbs, straddling your machine, and waiting until the—ahem—firewood in your pants embers out or, in other words, the Sycamore you’re smuggling is timbered by a lumberjack or, if you’re lucky enough, another jack entirely.  You see what I did there?

Now, for those of you unfamiliar with untimely bulges, let me tell you:  It is the leading cause of Hunchback-of-Notre-Dame syndrome around the world.  If you see a fella hunching his otherwise straight back, giving some sports-related excuse for the bend, know that he has a bulge that is probably largely due to either you or the intense vibrations of city buses.  Consider this my PSA of the week:  Boners happen; don’t make it weird, people.

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My Open Letter to a Presumed Pimp


Dear Sir,

From what I can glean from your, admittedly, dashing threads, you are one of two things:  A pimp dressed-to-the-nines in what can only be described as stereotypical splendor; or a very late arrival to–or a very early revivalist of–the Zoot Suit riots.  Your garb vis-à-vis the aforementioned riots is spot on, but I question your commitment to/your knowledge of the Mexican-American riots that made your suit famous…so pimp it is!  Although, and now I’m just spitballin’, you could very well be colorblind.  Given the motley collection of colors you are currently representing, I sort of hope so.  You are not, however, mute.  I know this because, despite my attempts at whatever the opposite of eavesdropping is, I now know more than I care to about the size of your pit-bull (hella big); your evaluation of the Mayan calendar (whack shit); your aspirations and estimations for the future financial growth (cha-chingity-chang and it ain’t no thang); and how you feel about being stared at on the bus (they pointin’ they peepers my way like I’m something to see).  Point is, you are one of those rare spirits whose physical essence appropriately reflects your personality.  You are, as the trench warfare saying goes, over the top.  You are a collection of exaggerations coalesced into a caricature.  More cartoon than man, really.  And I love you for it.  You are unabashedly every conceivable stereotype of a pimp–and you must know it–yet you don’t give a shit.  You are struttin’ around with a completely unnecessary cane.  You are dangling all sorts of medallions from your neck.  Your shitty phone has a bedazzled case.  And, I would gladly bet the proceeds from my next blog post that if you have a business card, then it declares you an “Entertainer” by trade.  Hell, you’ve entertained me.  I guess what I want to say is this:  Thank you for being you, inside and out.

Sincerely,

A Secret Admirer

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These are my readers, apparently


For those of you not familiar with WordPress, the site offers its bloggers a handy little set of stats.  These stats include how many “hits” your blog has for the day, week, month, year.  It also identifies where the “hits” originate from.  Perhaps the viewer clicked on a link from Facebook or Twitter, or perhaps it is because a fella searched for “Humor” on the WordPress search-engine and stumbled upon your humorous blog, or maybe, just maybe, they searched Google for “my fat friend looks like kool aide.”  This last avenue is the one I want to pause on.  See, as a WordPress blogger, I am able to see exactly what my readers typed in order to bring them to my blog.  The previous (and all subsequent) search entries are real searches made by my real readers.  Those inquisitive souls deserve to find what they are looking for or, at the very least, someone who will respond to what they are looking for.  I am that person.  For each search, I will do my damnedest to provide a sufficient response.  These are my readers, apparently.  Enjoy.

Note:  The searches are in bold and the responses are not.

What is the liquid used to knock people out:  Chloroform, my friend.  I’m sure you’ll have a woozy date in no time.  People who purchased this item also purchased:  A white cloth.

Dirty minds will only be able to see this:  I don’t know what “this” is, but I see phallic symbols all over the place.  Ubiquitous dick, I tell you!

People who look like people from the past:  Any people of an ethnicity other than your own; they all look the same, after all.

I like you you are weird:  If I may, this is quite a charming and cute search.  It feels authentic and is all the more adorable because the searcher opted for “like” instead of “love.”  Well played, anonymous.

Me riding my dog under a saddle:  I’m not sure if Google is gonna give you the picture you’re looking for…it might give you someone riding a dog in a saddle, but I have my doubts that that someone is gonna be you.  I could be wrong.  This could be you.

Causes for cat to be born without eyes:  The eyeballs got lost under the refrigerator with all the other balls.

My children are better than yours:  Well, that can only mean that my abortions were more successful than yours.

Do all men have hair on ass:  Only real men, son.

No levels of honesty just honesty funny cat:  This one starts out philosophical, pausing on what seems to be a disenchantment with the multiple tiers of honesty in favor of a more simple incarnation, then quickly dissolves into “funny cat.”  This type of search is commonly known as of now as Internet Tourette’s, or the inability to finish a serious Google-search without including something utterly ridiculous and off-topic.

Skid marks on bed sheets:  Suggestion number one:  Wipe your ass better.  Suggestion number two:  Stop sleeping naked.  Suggestion number three:  Get a dream-catcher because your dreams should not make you shit your pants.

Dirty ways to use nutella:  Come on over.  Bring the Nutella, honey.  Also, read this, it should get you hot.

Morgan freeman girlfriend:  He don’t need a girl, he got Andy Dufresne!

Badass charizard:  See:  Charizard.

Bikinis on fat animals:  See:  Bikinis on Americans.  America is obese.  Deal with it.

Wham george micheal ;):  I love (LOVE) the winky face.  The fact that someone typed that in with his or her search excites me about the future of the human race.  There is hope yet!  😉

Impossible questions for gingers:  Honestly, I’m surprised more people aren’t searching the same thing.  We need to find out ways to stump these riddle-devouring gingers!

Things I wish were real:  If you consult Google for your personal preferences, there is a problem.  I bet your parents are ashamed.  I know I am.

Kobe bryant and gary oak porn:  I am delighted that this search brought you to my humble blog.

Things to dip in kool aide powder:  Lick you finger.  Dip it in.  Lick a pretzel rod.  Dip it in.  Lick a Fun Dip stick.  Dip it in.  The possibilities are endless.

More coming soon…

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Ash (Ketchum) Wednesday


As a practicing douchebag, next year for Ash Wednesday I am going to put a temporary tattoo of Ash Ketchum (of Pokemon fame) smack dab in the center of my forehead.

How I wish there were a day when all the idiots identified themselves.  I know, I know:  Ash Wednesday was yesterday.  On second thought, I think that’s a bit unfair.  Catholics aren’t that dumb; who else had the gall and forethought to squelch the to-wear-or-not-to-wear-a-condom argument before condoms even existed?  And by using a holier-than-thou argument, no less!

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