The above video comes compliments of a great style blog, Put This On, that combined efforts with animator Tawd Dorenfeld. The LBJ in question is one of greater importance than LeBron: Lyndon Johnson. Johnson requires some pants, which requires the President to speak openly of his crotch and bunghole. You will love it.
As for the House, I have decided to dispel the former name of my personal Member of Congress. No longer will he be referred to as “Nemo” in a game of Finding Nemo. If you are still seeking Nemo in people’s pants, look here. But enough beating around the bush. From hence forth, my penis shall be referred to as “Ego.” So whenever I go all Golden Globes and self-congratulatory, you can find solace in knowing I am merely stroking my Ego.
This is where you watch Ricky Gervais’ complete bits during the Golden Globes, if you haven’t. The ending provides a great surprise quip.
Maybe I would have been better served to abort on this post prior to the “Ego” joke. And I don’t care what side of this issue you’re on, but aborted fetuses are much cooler if you imagine them as zombies. Only they are among the unborn rather than the undead. Semantics, really. And who’s going to let a few stupid words get in their way of a baby zombie movie? Besides, at that age, they’re ALL brains.
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