June 2012
32 posts
Trafalgar
ladybroblog:
by Josh Androsky
Quick.
Name the last people who will ever see you alive.
If I got asked that same question, some of the names on the most remote part of my list— after Laura Krebs, the only girl who braved my thunderously pubescent sweat-and-acne-drenched 260 lb. frame to dance with me in the sixth grade— and before… I dunno, Tilda Swinton? Would be the band Buckcherry (you...
Why Would Madonna Need a Street Team with Billy...
thecomedybureau:
Conan sent Billy Eichner to Israel to discuss pressing foreign policy issues as well as Madonna opening her tour in Tel Aviv. Literally, Eichner yells “BRAIDS!” when hearing that Madonna will have braids during her performance. From that alone, Madonna should make her whole publicity team Billy Eichner.
Billy Eichner is America’s Sweetheart. The BEST.
Justin Becker: And I thought my speech to the... →
justinbecker:
Ronald Sharpman stands on the stage at the Milwaukee Cutlery Trade Expo.
Well now, doesn’t everyone look well-dressed tonight? Or should I say “sharply” dressed? In seriousness though, it is an honor to be up here tonight representing Sharpman’s Quality Knives. It has been a tough year for…
How Could ANYONE Boycott Water?!?!
jakeweismanyay:
Dave and I found this on Water’s Facebook page!
davetotheross:
Everyone’s making such a big deal about this Oreo gay marriage campaign, but no one even looked over at water’s page!
Last night Water posted this picture on their Facebook feed:
And here are some of the comments:
I made this with Jake Weisman.
if mountain dew turns out 2 b gay i am gonna die :(
IMPORTANT THINKINGS: Woman Cabby →
thesofiya:
I had my first woman cabby yesterday, and she was the best goddamn cabby I’ve ever had. She knew when to make a joke, and when to shut it, her car smelled good, and she took the best route. I was trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal that she was a woman, but it really was to me. If stand-up is…
This is a lovely quick read
“No Journey Allowed”: What Your Karaoke Song Says...
ladybroblog:
by Julia Prescott
I first fell in love with karaoke when I was 12 years old, in the back of Numero Uno Pizza on Victory and Coldwater Cyn in the San Fernando Valley. Plucked from a table of other similarly awkward Girl Scouts and led to the small foot-high platform to sing by myself in front of a crowd of strangers, I could feel my nervousness ratchet it’s way through my tiny...
