I’ve been keeping (internet) tabs on talented Malibu filmmaker and photographer Keegan Gibbs for a while now, but his latest work needs some attention.
Monkey Business is a short documentary series that spans the globe that focuses on individuals who work with monkeys. MORE.
Monkey Business: Nigeria from Manjaro on Vimeo.
You’ve gotta love the internet Volume 36789. The latest trend in online religious whanking has been deemed “bubbling,” where bubbles are applied to non-risque photos to simulate some naughty Mormon smut. Eh. It’s like a carbonated masturbation release…and everyone knows that leads to blue balls bubbles.
In this installment of Between Two Ferns, Seth Galifianakis fills in for his brother Zach who is busy attending adult fat camp.
Maybe this should just be called a response video to that stupid fuckin’ tampon commerical. Regardless, this song is a winner on every level.
Recently I took Apple to task for their stupid fuckin’ commercial. You know the one. Just when you thought it was safe to turn your television set back on, Kotex has gone and put period humor at the forefront of primetime programing. I’ll give you a moment to catch up.
Whoever came up with this bloody mess (pardon me) needs to be shot and hung by a tampon string. It’s not clever. It’s not funny. It’s basically a Margaret Cho act minus quips about the size of a man’s junk. Imagine walking into Don Draper’s office with the “Margaret Cho Campaign,” he’d have no choice but to beat you in the kidney’s for wasting valuable scotch drinking time.
If a stranger ever asked me to buy her a life jacket because it was shark week in her pantaloons I’d have no choice but to make her real uncomfortable about it. Something along the lines of, so how heavy is your flow?
For the latest issue of Rolling Stone, photographer James Minchin III had free range of the Mad Men set to get some intimate snapshots of the 1960’s inspired television juggernaut. No word on whether he cracked the mystery of Christina Hendrick’s cone shaped mounds.
As I near my two year anniversary of living in the land of sun, surf, botox and three-legged street walkers, it’s definitely time for a moment of reflection. This is nothing new as evidenced by my bitching about this, this and this when it comes to Los Angeles. Well Daddy has a little to get off his chest, and not surprisingly it has to do with (drum roll please) TRAFFIC!
Los Angeles traffic is not some myth planted in fat Midwestern farmer’s psyches to ensure that there are no Jed Clampett delusions of grandeur. It is very much a real and disgusting phenomenon much like Zubaz pants and slap bracelets.
In Los Angeles, Mulholland Drive is the pushup bra of intersections: terribly disappointing. To borrow another analogy, during rush hour, German cars prey upon clunky and cheap Japanese cars like it’s the Serengeti. Shouldn’t these folks know that I CONTROL THE POWER. Me. Not them. I’m the one in the piece of shit car that I’m willing to use like a battering ram busting open the draw bridge in preparation for some major raping and pillaging.
People who drive nice cars should be the ones treating their cars like virginal parts, but instead they zip around, weaving in and out of traffic like they’re riding in a Jed Clampett clown car. These small pecker-having scofflaws need to be stopped!
* why can’t Mulholland Drive be more like Mulholland Drive. Nothing like some Lesbian kissing to ease traffic angst.
Max Tannone, the man behind Mos Dub, is back at it pairing the Mighty Mos’ partner in crime with some classic dub reggae. Very fresh.
A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga… gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.” So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.
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