625 Marmalade Ct.
HUGE sale (600 acres or something like that, I don’t remember for sure), something for everyone. Dogs, cats, moose. Real locks of wizard’s hair (RARE)! CDs. Snacks? Lots of CDs. Uncle Jeff might stop by! dID i MENTION THERE WILL BE CDS THERE?
Some commercials create a jingle to help sell their product. Rarely does a commercial create a generation-defining anthem that changes music as we know it.
Take a guy singing the catchiest melody of all time in my first-thing-in-the-morning voice. Throw it over a sexual synthy bass and some other musicy shit and we’re ready for Jazzercise class. If you aren’t singing this song to yourself as you bathe your children and do your taxes, you’re probably one of those lame shitheads that “don’t listen to music.”
But it’s not just the music. This commercial has it all. Great product shots, men in bracelets, romance. A few of these scenes deserve a special look.
NBC’s The Voice is all like “he’s the man,” and the man is all like “I’m wearing bracelets!” But then the arrow was all like “this is cuter than puppies!”
You’re right, jugs would have been too much. Now let me slide all up on you as we reenact a tender real life moment over a couple bottles of wine. Mmmm my precious Chardonnay.
YOU’RE GONNA BUY YOUR FUCKIN LIQUOR AT ON THE ROX! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? NEITHER OF YOU LOOK AT ME! THERE’S NOTHING EVEN IN THAT BAG! FUCK!
Hopefully, if you’re musically inclined like Mozart and a couple of the Village People, you sang every word of this to the tune of the On the Rox jingle. If you plan on buying liquor again, I’ll see you at On the Rox.
Jason and fashion. Two words that go together so well, they kind of almost rhyme. When you’re a fashion icon, your choice of clothing influences a ton of people or some kind of bullshit like that. But when you’re an average slob like me, you can wear whatever the fuck you want. Even to work. Alright, maybe not work if you still want it to be a place that you go.
Let me model some beautiful shit for you. JASON FASHION TAKEOVER.
Are you a dude? Have you ever been on a boat? Well then you’re qualified to wear this shirt. Convince some stupid rich girl with a yacht that you’re her special little sailor boy and KABLOWJIE! You’re getting blown off shore every weekend!
Custom made and handcrafted from the hair fibers of extinct Ice Age mammals, this one of a kind sweater will wow people everywhere that wear clothes. An artist was specially commissioned to create a future vision of me, which you see on the left; smoking a pipe in teal sweatpants on a fishing trip. I’ve never smoked a pipe and I could give two fucks about fishing, but dreams come true in pants so tealy blue. I’m not sure what that means either.
Made from tiny bits of constellations, staring directly into the pants will cause erotic visions of shooting stars every time you close your eyes. A verified cousin of the Star Spangled Banner, the next time one of my pick up lines includes something about having a star spangled crotch, it won’t even be a lie. Only one t-shirt could ever accent pants so galactic and you see it here. If you want to dress like me, hopefully you’re not one of those pussies that’s afraid of clowns.
The finest in mens formal evening wear. This jacket was designed by someone who ate too much 1980s for breakfast and threw the decade up all over some flashy, electric blue fabric for lunch. The multi-colored tassels help give you that Macho Man-on-Ecstasy-at-the-Oscars vibe. If you ever needed proof that you can’t overdose on high class, this is it.
All garments featured here are available for worship by fashionistas around the world.
There’s lots of shit in life that people take too far. Fun things that most people are able to do in moderation. Drinking, gambling, porn. One of these things that should never be taken too far is decorating for Christmas. It’s one thing to assemble an extravagant light show that will throw your neighbors into an epileptic fit. I’m all for that, that sounds hypnotizingly delicious. But it’s a completely different story to assemble the Island of Misfit Christmas Blow-Up Dolls on your front lawn. Especially when you’re building the Island as if it were Noah’s Ark. Take a quick look, there’s at least two of every creature on this lawn. Two Whinnie the Poohs, two Tiggers, nine hundred Nutcrackers. Spongebob and the Grinch can be grouped together because what the fuck are they anyway?
You thought they were done? No way. The front lawn’s not enough, let’s move it on to the side lawn! Because no Christmas is complete without Bart Simpson…sitting on blocks? Notice how the candy cane fence ropes off the Misfits from the outside world. Can you imagine the conversation that took place in this household leading up to the construction of the Island? “Jim, you better build me a candy cane fence to keep those monsters out there away from my babies!” Good call on that though. I give it a couple days before the neighborhood Satanists come in and shove those candlesticks up Frosty the Snowman’s fluffy, white ass.
This holiday season, please learn to practice moderation. If you really need to show off your blow-up dolls, maybe put like two or three on display. The rest should be kept for your own personal enjoyment, tucked away in your bedroom somewhere.
It was the idea of a lifetime. Who could top this? Write about pro-wrestling being responsible for world peace and create the single-greatest internet image yet to be seen by man. Hulk Hogan and Jesus shaking hands. But when I sat down to draw, something magical happened. Something much better than two of the world’s most popular figures creating everlasting world peace with a single touch of the hands. I gave birth to this art baby:
As you can see, I elected to title the piece “When Hulk Hogan Met Jesus” anyway. There’s no doubt in my mind that this works. A man, who could probably pass for Jesus from behind, is reaching out to and possibly petting a large, furry animal. Coincidentally, this animal has Hulk Hogan’s haircut. Fifty years from now, I’ll pretend that scholars somewhere are arguing that the look in “Hulk Hogan’s” eyes represents the moment that he first realized he was partially responsible for world peace.
Like most great artists, I didn’t realize I had created a masterpiece. I felt frustrated. I needed to focus on the handshake. The handshake was the most important part, after all. Handshake. Hands:
Handsuits. Two men. One the Satanic spawn of The Joker and Marilyn Manson; the other with one eye, a headband and a suit that doesn’t even fit. Both wearing handsuits. What is a handsuit? Some things are better off when they’re left open for discussion. I was finally able to sit back and admire my work. The details, the subtle imagery. What it was saying about today’s society. The tiny hand, the pointy hand, the lack of feet. Just everything. Knowing that Handsuits will undoubtedly be made into a feature film one day has put me at peace with my life.
The next time you dream about world peace, just remember this. Maybe it doesn’t really take Hulk Hogan and Jesus shaking hands. Maybe all we really need in this dangerous world of ours are a couple of handsuits.
I’ve heard of a green thumb before, but never a peen thumb. It seems to me that this garden would be a perfect candidate to be the main character in The Secret Garden but there’s nothing secret about it. A large, growing penis in the middle of the front yard. I can’t even imagine how many penis enhancement e-mails had to be opened in order to achieve that size. Let there be no question who has the biggest dick on the block.
The one thing that you’ve got to admire is the dick’s willingness to engulf itself in latex. What a great hands on model for neighborhood teens to learn how to wrap it up. You see kids? Even the world’s biggest dick wears protection!
Dropping temperatures make me feel sympathetic for this unrealistically huge penis that I’d normally be jealous of. Forced to live outside in the cold and snow, I can’t imagine the amounts of shrinkage that poor Dick will have to deal with. This gives blue balls a whole new meaning.