Dude, Where’s My Car?

Dude, Where’s My Car?

And the bird(brain)’s-eye view of the proceedings:

I’m not sure if this is how people from Ontario get rid of a pool, or a Jeep. Either way, hold my Molson and watch this.

(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)

Sometimes, There’s A Man…

Sometimes, There’s A Man…

I won’t say a hero, ’cause, what’s a hero? But sometimes, there’s a man. And I’m talkin’ about Russian Speedo Dude here. Sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that’s the Russian Speedo Dude, crashing the aerobics class at the beach. And even if he’s a lazy man – and the Russian Speedo Dude was most certainly that — quite possibly the laziest in the remains of the Soviet Union, which would place him high in the runnin’ for laziest worldwide. But sometimes, there’s a man — sometimes, there’s a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But… aw, hell. I’ve done introduced him enough.