Showing posts with label shirtless. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Grown Men Being Awesome: Mentally Challenged Superman edition

Superman forgot something. Can you guess what it is?




You are correct: He forgot to give me his phone number.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Krod ManDAMN he's hot.

At the WhiteUnicorn mansion, we host a Sunday night pizza and diet-soda evening with a couple of close friends, where we eat, drink, and watch bad television.
Last week, we started watching Krod Mandoon and the Flaming Sword of Fire together.



I really like this new show.
If you have not seen it yet, here's what you need to know.

Krod Mandoon is a freedom fighter who leads a band of rag-tag adventurers.



His arch-nemesis is Dongalor, who wants:

  1. Krod dead,
  2. to rule the world,
  3. and to look good in a fur loincloth.

Alas, he doesn't have the thighs to pull off the loincloth.



It's clear from almost the very beginning that Krod runs his band of followers like a low-level manager runs his team: giving performance appraisals, trying to create heroic synergy, embracing diversity in the workplace. And the members of the team are all incredibly stereotyped: The girl is hot and promiscuous, the gay is lispy and thinks everything is about sex, and the black dude acts like Chris Tucker.

I have read about how some reviewers are offended by the stereotyping. But the show isn't mean. The characters are mostly one-dimensional, but they have heart, and I like all of them, and they're funny. I can't speak for how a woman or a person of colour may feel about the show, but the gays are mostly not offended. At least, not the ones in our house.



Finally, I think...I think there's one last reason I really like this show.



Now what was it? Hmmmmm....



I can't remember what it is.



But when I do recall, I'll let you know, Crickets.

Friday, April 24, 2009

You “hoof” to see this

Look, crickets, I’m as much a hot-blooded humanoid male as the next guy.
I have a thing for centaurs. Who doesn’t? I mean, when hasn’t a centaur “sent our” pulses racing? Can I get an “Amen”, fellas?

Centaur Pros:
· He’s a dude with built-in head-crushing kick skills.
· When he whispers in your ear that he’s going to take you on the ride of your life, he actually means it.
· You hate to cook? Feed him some oats and a raw carrot, and he’ll consider you a gourmet chef.
· When the two of you go out together, you’re always the “centaur” of attention.

Sure, there may be some problems: Some people are too close-minded to accept a man and a centaur together; and buying pants is always a challenge. Oh, and you’ll need a shovel. But after all is neighed and done, centaurs are awesome.

Here is the latest spokescentaur for a leading men’s deodorant:

Thinking about World Peace



Conducting an invisible orchestra



Juicin’ the pecs



Just waking up from a nap



Practicing how he’ll surprise me with flowers




Sigh.