Friday, June 11, 2010

Word You Need To Know For the World Cup

This is a vuvuzela (voo-voo-zell-uh).

It's a plastic horn common in South Africa. If you want to know what one sounds like turn on any World Cup game at any time. The fans are blowing them constantly. It sounds like swarm of angry bees is coming out of your TV and into your ear.

Another Angry Mets Fan

Frustrated with the lack of run support for Johan Santana Lady Gaga -- who took in the game while swilling beer and wearing a bikini -- gives the Mets offense the finger during the first game of the doubleheader against the San Diego Padres.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Deja Vu All Over Again

In honor of Mrs. Poop's birthday, I present to you Mona, a beagle mix who earlier this year was the Adoptable Pet of the Game at a minor league Northwest Arkansas Naturals game.

That reminds me of another famous poop on the field incident.

At least those dogs were housebroken. They saw an open patch of grass and did their business. This dog on Regis and Kelly with special guest Beth Ostrosky Stern sees simulated grass and watch what happens:

Joy and Wonder in the Eyes of a Small Child

A mesmerized Chase on the ferris wheel at Toys R Us in Times Square.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

My Italian Googleganger

A couple years ago I brought a cool new word to the vernacular Googleganger. Now I have found my Italian Googleganger, just add an O to the end of my first and last name.

Of all the professions in the world, Paulo Amino has to specialize in male sexual dysfunction.

Song of the Week

"Waka Waka" - Shakira
The official song of the 2010 World Cup

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Embarrassing Moment For Mello Yello

Due to my new schedule and the lack of trains running at 3 in the morning I’ve begun driving into Manhattan. On the way out of town at about noon one day, a guy knocks on my window as I am waiting at the light and directs my attention to someone on the curb trying to flag me down.
I roll down my window and the guy asks “taxi?”
I say no and roll my window up when I notice the guys in the car next to me laughing hysterically.
Are all yellow cars taxis? There is no billboard or number on top of Mello Yello, no medallion on the hood, no price list on the door. Yet some idiot has to hurt my car’s feelings just because she’s yellow.

Sunday, June 06, 2010