Friday, September 18, 2015
Take on the waitress weight limit
So get off your asses and shake them ladies, I'd certainly expect the male bartenders to not be able to walk in looming like the Simpson's Comic Book Guy.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Take on the second GOP debate
Scott Walker has an incredibly asymmetrical face, his one eye sits up at 2 o'clock while the other sits down at 9 o'clock. It is very distracting
Ted Cruz. I wouldn't leave my daughter in a room with him, if I had a son I wouldn't leave him in a room with him either. this guy is a complete creep and has a Subway Jared feel to him
Jeb Bush. He seemed the same lifeless, passionless dweeb he always come across as. His marijuana admission gave him no traction, almost like he was trying to prove he was a cool kid when everybody knows that in high school guys like Trump gave him wedgies behind the lunchroom. At least his brother was probably a true cool kid with his coke induced trips.
Kasich. The guy is the only adult in the room although the entire time he looked like he had to take a leak. He couldn't stand up straight and his eyes were bloodshot, I'm afraid the best candidate might be dying in front our very eyes
Carli. Trump should have told her the truth, that her face looks like a Picasso. Can't wait for her to fire 30,000 Americans
Trump. His bravado was a bit tempered and he seems to be building some kind of budding friendship with Carson but he is still the star of the show
Carson. If Walker looks stoned, Jeb looks like he needs a 5-hour energy, Carson looks like he needs to be strapped on a gurney and given those heartattack shock pads. This guy speaks so slowly it makes my skin crawl
Christie. He should have said his code name would have been "cheeseburger". The dude is literally twice as wide as any other candidate although he did have a few moments and I love when he dukes it out with....
Rand Paul. He actually made some sense yesterday. He is right about ISIS, was right about Iraq and is 1000% right on marijuana. He is also probably 5'4" and has a shitty haircut.
Huckabee Save everybody some time and just go home
Rubio. He is so scripted it's like he is a cross between an elephant and a robot, one that needs a bottle of Poland Spring
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Take on a poor choice of accompanying photo
What was shocking was the accompanying photo which showed a black couple standing in front of a house, an interesting tableau when calling Jeb out for painting a "dark picture".
I am not even sure what the article was about but the headline along with the photo certainly sounded like it was trying to show that Jeb Bush was making Donald Trump out to be a black man living in some 1500 square foot dump in suburban hell...and really that isn't nice because we all know The Donald wouldn't be caught dead in some prefab hellhole like this
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Take on the do-not like button
I am not sure what it is but the entire idea of Facebook got so tired and from speaking to people now they all -finally- agree. Facebook is the anti-cool, it is what your mother or grandmother does, nor what your hip cousin does and that should tell you all you need to know.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Take on the AMC Times Square
1-loud patrons who talk and yell throughout the entire movie
2-the fact it costs a week salary to go
3-ex-Mayor little-nut's decision that you are not allowed to buy a large coke
But now I am convinced that there is a new reason which might get to #2 on the list. Nothing will beat out the top choice because you can't hear yourself think let alone enjoy the movie but now there is a bed-bug scare which makes the old seedy 42nd street movie seats seem sort of safe. Who the hell wants to pay $15 to go see two unfunny people like Adam Sandler and Andy Samberg try to remake a classic like Over the Top and now have a risk of not just wasting two hours of your life but getting the crabs all over your body??
Time to shut the entire Times Square thing down.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Take on the guy who has given up
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Take on first grade soccer
Sally "coach, half of us a girls?"
Coach. "Never admit that out loud you sally. Now, our first rule will be that this game is referred to by only one name, fùtbol, if you refer to it as anything else you are a sham and you can take your pink cleats and go join the ballet.
The second rule is that you will refer to me as "sir" or "coach sir". Anything else will result in 25 deep squats. Am I clear?
Team "Yes sir"
Coach. "Good. Now, I want to warn you that this is not some lame participation league where kids get a trophy for picking daisies. We are here for one thing and one thing only...to win. Anything less is unacceptable and will not be tolerated out of you fairies"
Jane. "So we don't get a trophy?"
Coach. "You are a bright one, We will push you harder than you've ever been pushed, you will run more than you ever have before and you will not stop until your body gives out. Somebody once said it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, that somebody was a loser.
Billy. But my dad says that the game should be fun "
Coach "I don't know if you have ever lost but it sucks, there are no smiles on the losers sideline, no jokes, no fun. If you want to get a trophy for playing then go play tag or dolls because that is not this. We will make you into a lean, mean soccer machine"
Mandy " I thought it was Fùtbol?"
Coach. "Drop down and give me 50 push-ups and none of those girly push-ups with your knees on the ground and your ass way up on the air.
Now, where were we? Yes the goal is winning, and the way we win is to outwork, out-hustle, out practice and out-smart the opponent. Sadly you guys don't look like a real bunch of athletes but we'll change that. First we will do 10 wind-sprints, then 50 push-ups, 100 crunches and 50 deep knee bends, the one who finishes last can take their cleats and trade them in for ballet slippers because obviously this is not for you"
Joey. "Wait I thought this was chess club"
Coach. "Get out of here you pansy, The goal is to kick a ball into a goal and beat the opponent which serves as a great analogy for life, winners beat losers and unless you want to be a loser, you better figure out how to win.
Anybody shows up in jeans or pants can go right over to OfficeMax and get a job there because you have no future."
Debra. "Will we all get to play in the game?"
Coach. "No this is the real world you communist, we play to win and only our best players will play in the game.. If you want to play at your skill level join the town rec league"
Curtis. I thought this was the town rec league?"
Coach: "time for you to go back and sit on mommy's lap mama's boy"
Betsy "can I get some water"
Coach "We do not believe in piss breaks or water breaks, hydration will be a reward for hard work not an excuse to avoid it. If you want to play with your water bottles I suggest you go to the splash park and leave space on this team for kids with heart..now bring it in"
Friday, September 11, 2015
Take on 9/11
Today we bow our heads, bow them for those who have lost their lives but know that they will never be forgotten and nobody has left a bigger impression on us than one Johnathan Southworth Ritter, the original king of comedy.. He made us laugh, he made us cry, he made us forget that being a homosexual was supposed to be frowned upon but he always made us smile. Living with two women who pranced around in tight shirts and short shorts could not have been easy for young Jack as he tried to keep it in (his pants) but somehow he always made the best of it even if that meant breaking up the original threesome for a different –slightly worse- threesome and then breaking up that group for an even worse combination. Because nothing was more brilliant than Jack and Janet and Christmas Snow and the Ropers and the Larry all drinking at the Regal Beagle.. Christ that was fun
We'll never forget buddy..
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Take on the People Judge me Because I am pretty chick
People Judge Me Because I'm Pretty(http://www.cosmopolitan.com/lifestyle/a45917/people-judge-me-because-im-pretty/)
I'm a girly girl. I'm 5-foot-5 with blonde hair, big hazel eyes, 34DDs, and toned calves. You can typically find me in heels and a dress or a skirt. You can also find me glaring at sleazy subway passengers and sidewalk catcallers who think it's going to benefit them to call me "babe" or that it's clever to say, "The things I would do to you, honey," at all hours of the day. Cut to me dumping the rest of a scalding hot espresso down my throat and putting on my biggest ***** face until I reach my destination.......It also shows that I demand to be respected, both my body and my mind, because believe it or not, there's more to me than just my looks.
Follow Felicia on Instagram.
I get that this chick thinks she's the second coming of Pamela Anderson but as has been pointed out repeatedly her face looks more like Steve Buscemi meets that Very Hungry Caterpillar. She has horrible eyebrows, no upper lip, terrible hair, horrendous makeup and looks like she popped about fifteen quaaludes but wait she has big cans so she (thinks) she must be hot
What is most interesting is that a chick who complains that people are only interested in her (stunning) looks asks you to follow her on Instagram.
It really does give some insight on a chick forget what you look like, as long as you have a big chest you can convince yourself you are smoking hot.
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Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Take on the gigantic head
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
take on the NEW CNN.com
Monday, September 7, 2015
Take on Kim Davis
Fire her for insubordination, dock her pay, put a bad review in her personnel file but let her walk out and crawl back into her miserable hole
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Take on Matt Harvey
God baseball is the worst, they can't get out of their own way even when things are going well because, thy are stuck between thinking they are a sport and realizing they are just a skill.
Baseball does everything wrong: the game is boring, there are too many pitching changes, they now rely on sabermetrics which are idiotic, the games are too long and now they allow agents to dictate how pitchers should be used.
A few years ago the Nationals shut down Stephen Strasburg because of his agent and now the same idiot is jumping in and telling the Mets that they can't pitch Matt Harvey more than 180 innings even if that means sitting out the playoffs an a serious World Series run, something Met fans have been waiting for since before most of them had hair in hair on their nuts.
This is the hypocrisy of Matt Harvey, he gets credit for being a bulldog yet his daddy won't let him get his arm sore, he claims to be a grinder yet when the pennant chase is on he gets his agent to threaten to shut him down and he gets credit for being the ace of the staff although deGrom is better and now he is threatening to sit out the postseason. Some people will blame Boras but I don't, he works for Harvey and he tells the media what Harvey and his daddy want to get out there. If Harvey changes his mind he'll come across as some kind of Willis Reed hero, which is completely unfounded as it's a 'crisis' that he himself manufactured
If MLB had any balls they'd tell Scott Boras and all of his cronies to get the hell out of the way and let baseball players be baseball players. I wasn't alive but I have to think Bob Gibson would have pegged his manager, agent or anybody else who dare take him out of a playoff game, Cy Young lost more games than most other pitchers actually pitches and Sandy Koufax pitched a gem on 2 days rest in the playoffs because of Yom Kippur. Those guys are grinders, ballers and bulldogs, Matt Harvey is a chihuahua carried around in his daddy's purse
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Take on the pillow fight
I've had a couple of pillow fights in my life and I can see how they can get out of hand, out of hand when you are trying to do it with a bunch of hot coeds but when you start stuffing your pillow with helmets to try to inflict brain damage to your fellow classmates, I think the "right of passage" might have gone just a bit too far
Friday, September 4, 2015
Take on Beijing's parade blue sky
The reason that it had been that clear 7 years ago was well documented, factories had been shut down, cars were pulled off the road and coal fired power plants were shuttered for months in anticipation of the Olympics, which were to be China's showcase to the world on how far it had come. They were ultimately successful as world class athletes set world records and the festivities and pomp and circumstance were applauded worldwide
But it was not to last and when I was back in China six months later, the skies were back to being Beijing grey, a color palate you should be able to find on MS Paint. China went back to business as usual as the cameras stopped rolling but TOR did not stop observing
Well this month was another surprisingly blue sky and now I know why. First I assumed it was for the world championship in track and field,the first time that Usain Bolt would be back in The Birdsnest but later I realized it as bigger than that. China was putting on a massive parade to commemorate the end of The Great War against Fascism and they wanted to have a blue sky for the tableau.
Well they once again shut down factories, pulled cars off the road, shot chemicals in the air and closed the coal firing power plants and within a few weeks accomplished their goal. The skies were blue for the big parade and China got to showcase their impressiveness for the world to see but we remain skeptical that it is anything other than show and tell.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Take on the bored lady
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Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Take on the new Google logo
Google is the new Microsoft
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Take on the horrible LinkedIn photo

I got notification from LinkedIn about a bunch of new skills that people added: one buddy is now proficient at air-drumming, another is now also practicing criminal law, a third was endorsed for a new skill and another got a fancy new title. It was all mundane and boring and not enough for me to pay much attention to, but the one update that caught my eye was the hostage photo one buddy posted this week.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Take on Mt McKinley
I hope he rots in hell or Russia or wherever anti American people like him go to rot.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Take on the live stream
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Take on the GOAT
Friday, August 28, 2015
Take on Russell Wilson
You know what, I am actually rooting for him to get concussed so he can be forced to stay home and recover with Ciara...after they have tied the knot of course
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Take on the Daily News cover
I am not sure what to do to avoid a high profile televised murder like this but I doubt giving the thing front page sensational coverage is going to help. I don't pretend to believe that the news should not cover shootings especially ones that captivates a country but to let this dude go down in infamy exactly how he hoped to be remembered in the most grotesque method possible is just awful
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Take on Porn Sniffing Dogs
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Take on Fantasy Football
So take your ultra competitive double blind, auction, points per reception, best ball big money league and shove it up your five home. As I have gotten older, the less cool the idea is. Now don't get me wrong, a big trade in my keeper league will still get my juice boiling but the thought of doing hours of prep like I did years ago in anticipation for the rookie draft makes me want to vomit. I try to read a couple of articles, check out a few YouTube highlights and look at some expert rankings but overall I can't think of many things I'd less want to do than try to figure out how Gurley is going to be used or whether Duke Johnson can beat out the bums ahead of him and if so, why it would matter.
I will be excited Friday night but probably won't let it preoccupy me leading up to it that day and certainly think that by the time my head hits the pillow I'll be thinking of something else
Long live the SHFFL
Monday, August 24, 2015
Take on Madewell sandals
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Sunday, August 23, 2015
Take on the Loser Yankees
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Take on the grading scale
But in China their rating scale is even more ominous, the B grade has a corresponding face that looks like the little figure is going to have a rough night on the can, C looks like he is going to die and A looks like he just got a hand job, which they might actually give out in this particular restaurant.
Friday, August 21, 2015
Take on the lines
I stood on a line today which literally took 40 minutes to get through and this is typical. See in China there is no push for efficiency, in a country where everybody works, nobody rushes. We went from Beijing to Shanghai today and instead of flying, we took a train. Now it was a high speed train routinely doing 300km/hour but when two cities are 1200 kilometers apart and you make multiple stops that train ride takes 6+ hours. Most of the time you'd say that getting to and getting from an airport would add time but it wasn't like the train station was anywhere near my hotel anyway, it took an hour by cab. Then my hotel in Shanghai was another 45 minute subway ride away. So the entire day started at 7:30am and will conclude at nearly 5pm. I'd have to think any flight combo would have been vastly faster. But I asked why we didn't fly and was only stared at like I had two heads. The reason is that the train is $80 and the flight $200, the $120 extra is not worth he extra 5 hours of my life apparently
Oh well.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Take on the dead cranes
Weird
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Take on the Red Rooster
I am not sure who would eat this willingly but I just throw some on my plate and shovel it into my napkin which I empty into my Chinese business associates bag. He'll probably be happy when he finds it in a week
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Take on the ideal woman
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Monday, August 17, 2015
Take on my lungs
It is not just me, Every person walking around looks weathered, like they oiled up their face, threw a baseball into it, wrapped it with a rubber band and then stuck it under the couch cushion. A five year old looks like they are six, a 14 year old looks 20, a 30 year old looks 40 and a 49 year old is dead
The life expectancy here can't be much above 60, with the smog, congestion, pollution, rice bowl haircuts, green bile, purple rivers, three eyes fish and the four packs of unfiltered cancer sticks they all smoke. But the worst thing is that air, because it is as thick as a piece of pork fat and about as appealing to bite into
Only five days to go
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Take on Pajamas on the plane
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Saturday, August 15, 2015
Take on Tianjin
What is most distressing as I am about to board a flight to Shanghai is that you know that once I am there, I will have no ability to get information which you could believe to be completely accurate and reliable.
We'll do our best to report our findings when we get on the ground but I am planning to fill up on food at the lounge before we take off
Friday, August 14, 2015
Take on the gigantic penis
Anyway, my yard was soaked, my street was a pool and El Niño himself was smoking a cigarette in my bed.
I just hope for Georgia that he manscaped
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Take on the Jeep Wrangler
It was 1999, I just bought a 1991 Jeep Wrangler in stick with 100,000 miles on it for $6500 and was told the thing would run for 200,000. It was forest green, had a soft top and I could kick it into four wheel drive with a manual pull stick and it was awesome, sort of
The weekend I got the Jeep coincided with the the first time I was dating a chick since I was in high school. This was an accomplishment in itself but most people were impressed because unlike the other chicks I'd mess around with at that time, this one didn't outweigh me by 30 pounds which is quite a feat when you consider that I was clocking it at 245. We are dating for a few weeks and we decide to hit the beach with a few friends, two other couples jump into my buddy's Passat and this girl and I jump into the Jeep. It's the summer of 2000 I don't have a care in the world and am flying high hoping to get a piece of ass for the first time in a decade. I get the car filled up with 87 unleaded, I got my CD carrousel packed with all the greatest classic rock hits, I got printed directions off of MapQuest and had stopped at 7/11 for a Big Gulp. I have a towel and a bathing suit and had spent an hour getting the stupid soft top off the Jeep before picking her up but the world was great.
I got the Stones blasting as we hit the highway and right away I realize that we have a problem, I can't hear a thing she says. The wind is blowing like I'm in a wind tunnel, her hair is smacking her in the face and the smell of the Turnpike is unbearable. We can't hear Jagger, we can't hear each other, we can't hear anything other than the sound of 60 mile per hour winds. But it is a beautiful day and we are an hour out..until we hit the Parkway. It is summer in New Jersey which means the parkway is a parking lot and with the top down and it being 1000 degrees out, the sun is burning a hole into my skin, we're sitting in bumper to bumper traffic and burning to a crisp but this close to getting some tail, I am way too scared to look like a pussy and pull over to get the top back up.
It is 12:30 by the time we pull into the parking lot and now I got to put he top back up because we're in one of those crap shore towns and I'm afraid that some frat boy is going to piss in my car, so there I am, sweating like only a 245 pound hog does, trying to pull that stupid soft tarp back over the top. It is easily taking me 25 minutes, my buddies are all at the beach throwing the football around and drinking Coors Lite and I am standing there hot, sun burned and frustrated with my new girlfriend looking at me like I am a complete imbecile
A half hour later we stroll into the beach, I step of a sea shell, I realize I forgot my wallet in the jeep, I burn even more and after going in the ocean I realize that I brought a stained towel.
We hang or for a few hours, not of the time with me hunched over trying to capture any hope of shade I can and by date looking on concerned thinking I probably have a heat stroke
Finally, We head back to the car, she asks if we should take the top down again which I think to mean is what she wants to do. 20 minutes of work later we sit back in the same crap traffic except now I am wearing a wet bathing suit and I can feel the pimples growing on my ass and we head back home in the same miserable sun with no cover and no chance to have a conversation.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Take on the Brady courtroom sketch
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Take on The Italian Stallion
Anyway bring on Bryce
Monday, August 10, 2015
Take on Alphabet
But here is a prediction, Google will take that mountain of cash and go from Everest and become Camelback. Google is really good at a couple of things, searching, organizing and storage and that is where all their money is but now they decided they have to invest in driverless cars and anti-aging creams which might be a good thing for that 50 year old drunk chick at the bar.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Take on the summer dog
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Take on the LFL
Friday, August 7, 2015
Take on the debate ratings
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Thursday, August 6, 2015
Take on Thursday Night's Main event
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Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Take on the Cooper Square weirdos
RIP Toot
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
take on the Trader Joe's experience
Monday, August 3, 2015
Take on Ronda Rousey
The thing is that this chick is a total combination of badass and nerd as she is the baddest woman on the planet whe also being an avid fan of comic books, WWE and WoW. I mean you cannot get dorkier than that yet the question remains..would you last longer in the octagon or her four post bed?? I'd say the octagon and that is knowing she's beat me like a mule
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Take on the debate
Since we have limited space, we'll leave it only for the ones who have a shot
4-1 odds Jeb. He looks just like Mike Francesa, sounds like a giant turd and has the same genetic makeup of the biggest screwup of a president but he's married to a Hispanic woman, seems to be sensible and not a total nutcase (compared to the other guys in the field). He has name recognition, was a governor of a big swing state, looks like the mind of dweeb who wears dockers on a Sunday but falls in that "the evil you know is better than the evil you don't" category for most
8-1 Scott Walker. Honestly he is winning this republican nomination thing and it won't be close but he can't be considered a favorite until he walks up to Jeb and gives him a wedgie, hopefully it of the atomic variety
14-1 Rubio. Might be higher if he can get a more clear consistent message and stops playing to the crazies
20-1. Christie. His chances are probably lower but he will destroy in the debates
30-1 the black guy. Ben Carson
35-1 Rand Paul. Sorry Zed but we're not ready for his type of truth and anybody who believes that 9/11 was an inside job probably shouldn't hold a top office positron
40-1 Ted Cruz. He is considered the intellectual voice of the TeaParty movement which is like saying you are the the skinniest guy at fat camp
There is no chance in hell he wins the nomination, zero. Still he is higher than the next few chumps
45-1 Huckabee. I swear to you that this guy has Hulk Hogan skeletons in his closet. (The bang your buddy's wife type not the hate on Virgil type)
55-1 Trump. He is 10-1 odds worse than Huckabee and Huckabee has NO shot. His fall from the top will be meteoric but entertaining all the way through
The rest of them: Bobby Jindal is a giant turd, Pataki is a douce, Fiorina would lose an election for 8th grade treasure yet she still continues to blow her fortune running, Kasich the average American hasn't heard of him, even the politically involved couldn't pull him out of a lineup and even his own wife wouldn't vote for him. Lindsay Graham, sorry dude but no. Rick Perry put on those glasses and hopes nobody recognizes him as the giant troll that he is. Rick Santorum has as much of a shot as he did four years ago, four years before that and four years before that and then there are a few other guys who I can't remember which is probably a good thing..or not
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Saturday, August 1, 2015
Take on the real estate photos
If you feel the need to take the photo, at least out down the toilet seat, this entire thing looks like a the mind of thing you'd find at the type of motel you'd refuse to stay at..and they want you to buy this one












