I’m Taking A Short Hiatus From Blogging To Finish My New Book: Famous Russian Door Surfers
OK, I’m finished.
Dear Intertunnel: It Has Come To Our Attention…
(Parental Warning: A little salty language)
Ahem.Is this thing On? OK.
Dear Intertunnel,
It has come to our attention that the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys needs a theme song. Choosing such a song is, of course, fraught with peril. But then again, “fraught with peril” is the whole purpose of this place, so we do not shrink from our duty. We must have one.
We toyed with the idea of the theme from Rawhide, of course; and Send Lawyers, Guns, And Money was a favorite of many of our team of experts. Yes, yes; I Fought The Law had its moment in the sun, and a mordant misanthrope from one of the most far-flung cubicles in our Intertunnel empire even suggested The Ballad of the Green Berets; but after a long period of commiseration and contemplation, our team of Internauts came to the inescapable conclusion that compared to Russians, we’re all cautious, respectable, and sober. We yield to the greatness of Trust Me, I’m an Engineer — the new, unofficial Official Theme Song of the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boy — at least until we get distracted by something else shiny.
Sincerely,
Denton Fender
Vice-President without portfolio (I lost it)
The Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys
(Thanks to the BSBFB Russian envoy, Gerard at American Digest, for sending that one along)
The Fundamental Difference Between The Sexes: Conquering Acrophobia To Impress Potential Mates Division
MALE:
FEMALE:
(Thanks to the BSBFB’s own version of NORM!, Gerard at American Digest, for sending along the Russian vid)
Hey, Honey, A Russian Guy On Craigslist Says He’s Got A Space Heater For Sale. It’s A Dyna-Glo Or A MIG Or Something. Sounds Legit
Where does one get a MiG jet engine, exactly? It’ll probably run on straight kerosene, and this guy probably bathes in that, or drinks it, so that’s not a problem. But honestly, where did he get it? I don’t even want to know what else this dude’s got in the garage. Polonium donuts? ICBMs?
Then again, maybe it’s just me, but I’d only be afraid of the dogs. The flames leaking out of the side of the thing don’t bother me. Most Chevys do that.
(As seen on YARGB)