Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Are You Too Smart For Clickbait? Take This Quiz!

Today is the birthday of longtime Crapper The Minx, and Wo'C Cub Reporter Bill S. (check out his many witty posts in the Bill S.ssays tab on your right), so I've been wading through wingnuts all evening, trying to find someone -- anyone -- who isn't so aroused by the violence surrounding Donald Trump's campaign that they're calling for a Beer Hall Putsch (because beer goes straight to my hips, so the best I could do is an Amstel Light Putsch, and even then I'd have to avoid the Vienna Frank fondue and just have some celery sticks, or maybe a handful of Craisins).

But then s.z. very kindly wrote her own version of those pop quizzes for which Facebook is so justly famous (you know the ones -- Which Cowsill Are You?, or How Well Do You Really Know Larry Hovis?) and I figured taking it would be a lot more fun than reading Pat Buchanan's syndicated column demanding lebensraum for his jowls.


How Smart Are You?

Take this quiz and find out. Most of your friends will only get 1-2 answers right. Albert Einstein only got 6 questions right. How will you do?

1. YOU are the bus driver. 3 passengers get on. 1 gets off. 4 more get on. 5 get off. Now answer quickly: the wheels on the bus go round and -------?

2. Which is not one of the 50 states in the United States of America?
a. North Dakota
b. West Virginia
c. New Mexico
d. Home Depot

3. If two's company and three's a crowd, what are four and five?
a. Nine
b. Ten

4. On the TV show "19 Kids and Counting," what were they counting?
a. Fingers and toes
b. Sweet reality show money
c. Criminal offenses and sins
d. Crows

5. "I" before "E" except after
a. "B"
b. me
c. "C"
d. An archbishop or baronet

6. In poker, the only hand that beats a straight flush is:
a. Four of a kind
b. A royal flush
c. A full house
d. A Fuller House, starring the original cast except for the Olsen twins, who are dead or something

7. Presidential candidate Donald Trump is the incumbant senator from:
a. East Virginia
b. Freedonia
c. Shutter Island
d. None of the above
e. Just Another Brick in the Wall

8. There was a farmer had a dog and _____ was his name-o.
a. B-i-n-g-o
b. B-i-n-g clap
c. B-i-n clap clap
d. Bing search engine, which is every bit as good as Google.

9. I'm thinking of a number.
a. three
b. It's three

10. Energy equals mass multiplied by:
a. The speed of light squared
b. Four-Hour Energy drink
c. A threat from your boss
d. Meth

Please tally up your score and let us know how you did in the comments. If you didn't do well, make up your own questions and put those in the comments, and then when we can't answer them, we'll be the ones who look like morons.

And now...time for dessert! Bill was good enough to not only message me with beefcake suggestions, but even suggest a theme -- O! Canada!, in honor of the state visit by Canadian Prime Minister Trudeau the Younger and Hotter. So as requested, here's Maple Leafer Ryan Reynolds...
Hey, girl. How do you like my segmented thorax?

The Minx didn't submit a request this year, so I'm going to default, as is my wont, to Golden Age Hollywood, and offer up this lovely portrait of a young Loretta Young...
Um, sir? I don't mean to get personal, but your pants appear to have exploded...

All right, put on your party hats, 'cause we're bringin' out the cake...!
No, you're not dreaming! It really is that tuna and mayonnaise Jello all the kids have been talking about (and don't think we skimped on the chopped pimiento!).  The curious thing about this dessert is that the directions say "Yield: 4 to 6 servings", and yet, even when you've served all 4 to 6 of your guests, you'll find you still have 4 to 6 servings left.  Some quirk of quantum mechanics, I guess, and probably why physicists refer to this dish as "Schrödinger's cat food."

Please join me in wishing The Minx and Bill S. (or Bill S! as he is legally known on this date) a very happy natal anniversary. And now...enjoy our traditional...
Sexy Birthday Lizard!

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The "MOM! She's TOUCHING Me!" Edition

SHADOW: Hey, check it out. I'm touchin' his butt.

MOONDOGGIE:  Stop that!

SHADOW: What're you gonna do about it?

[PAUSE]

MOONDOGGIE: ...Something!

SHADOW:  You'd have to move.

[PAUSE]

MOONDOGGIE: (SIGHS)  Down and to the left.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Accepting the Award for Art Direction...

Amazon thought I would enjoy this book and sent me a recommendation, but I'm not so sure...

At least judging by the cover, which seems to depict a typically hardboiled private dick, parting with unusually sweet sorrow from his morning bowel movement.

"We had some good times..."

"Bob! Let it go."

"That corn was so crunchy and delicious..."

"BOB!"

So It Begins

Remember Joementum? Surging Santorum? Well, get ready for the Cruz Ooze.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Happy Birthday Fearguth! I Got You a Rack O' Roth!

As the title implies, today is the natal anniversary of long time (and I mean looooong time) Crapper, Fearguth. As those who follow him on Facebook and Twitter (where he uses his real name, although I'm not sure if he's out and proud here, so I'll just call him...Um..."John"...) know, "John" is a witty, irreverent, politically astute elder statesman with a voracious hunger for, and startlingly vast experience of, all kinds of live music.  To the point where I'd love to see him meet one of those types who, whenever a band is brought up, always have to say, "Oh I saw them play a dive bar before they even had a record deal," because I'm willing to bet, Mr. Hypothetical Jerk I Just Made Up, that "John" not only saw them live before you saw them live, he probably saw them live before you were alive.

And now that I've asserted my dominance over a straw man in proper Trumpian fashion, there's the little matter of "John's" gift.  Or actually, "John's" "gift."  And speaking of Trump, here's "Dr." Laurie Roth, who in addition to being a frequent, if unwilling and probably unwitting visitor to Wo'C (see here, here, here, here, here, etc.) is also a former disco-era recording artist, a former Presidential candidate, and the former "Annie Oakley of the airwaves" who hosted a radio talk show while, I presume, shooting lit cigarettes out of the mouths of carnies.

RenewAmerica, where Dr. Roth has been hanging her shingle the past few years is, like American Thinker and World Net Daily and even the staid Townhall, in the midst of a Hatfield and McCoys-style feud between those who believe Donald Trump's ascendance will lead to the Republican Party destroying itself from within, and those who believe the GOP will survive long enough to kill the rest of us first. So unlike most election years, in which we must hold our nose and vote for the lesser of two evils, this time we as a nation have a choice between suicide, and murder-suicide.
A suicide pact: A GOP brokered convention
Though it has been nearly 70 years since the GOP has had a brokered convention, the establishment is leaking and screaming that they may do just that.
Well, if the establishment is both leaking and screaming then we'll need two Poise pads -- one to use as a panty liner, and one as a gag.
...So, the brokered convention rumors are pushed on the people like a deadly octopus intending to squeeze the voice and freedom out of the GOP voters. 
I don't know if you've ever had the freedom squeezed out of you by a rumor, but take it from me, it's no picnic. The last time it happened it left embarrassing sucker marks all over my scuttlebutt.
Magically, the desperate establishment pulls their sterile and "dead to the world" trump card out of the hat – Mitt Romney. 
But we have the fecund and "brain dead to the world" actual Trump, which beats Romney's trump card, even though -- being a Mormon -- he has a full house, because we're liberals and control the media, so we have a Fuller House, streaming now on Netflix. 
You know, the one who Trump endorsed back in 2012 when he was running for president. Many millions have heard the speech of Romney thanking and complimenting Trump. 
To be fair, he did pay back the endorsement with a blowjob, according to Trump.
How, the "Judas" trail turns from support to betrayal and lies.
I hiked the Judas trail once. Not nearly as much trim as you get on the Appalachian Trail, but I took a metal detector with me and made like 30 bucks!
We have watched the pretend "non interest of a run" by Mitt Romney if Trump prevails. Suddenly, he is acting if there is a brokered convention and no other option to get rid of Trump, Mitt would comply as a candidate. 
Mitt has to be careful about another run, because if he fails again he'd be a three time loser, which under current sentencing guidelines would make him eligible for the death penalty.  (Although if I were an orthodox Mormon, I'd be totally down for that, because why run for President of one puny country when you can die and they hand you the pink slip to an entire planet? Forget checks and balances, I would totally go Thanos the Mad Titan on their asses the instant I stepped off the space ship...)
He will throw himself under the GOP bus and reluctantly become a presidential candidate. 
Well, that'll make for a refreshingly brief campaign season.  "If nominated, I will not run, but I will get run over."
Aren't you all shocked?
After 13 years of reading RenewAmerica it takes a lot more than your fever dreams and fractured syntax, sister.
sorry, my bad, I meant stiff- Mitt Romney, but they are.
It's 2016! Every potential President gets his own dick joke!
So, assuming Trump wins most of the delegates and his dreaded supporters build to millions more and the GOP pulls a brokered convention? What will the majority of people and Trump do? 
I think the real question here is, what will the giant, tentacled rumor do? First I imagine it'll awaken from its slumber in the undersea city of R'lyeh, then it'll get to devourin'. But I've been to a lot of Thanksgiving dinners, and I'm guessing that after the first million or so Trump supporters, it'll get gassy and bloated and just want to loosen its slacks and go sit on the couch and watch the Steelers game.
For the good of the country and winning against Hillary will all get behind whom the GOP picks – perhaps stiff-Romney? I say, No, No, and triple No. 
On the bright side, according to Frank Luntz's latest polls, flaccid-Romney only gets a double No.
If the GOP pulls the dreaded brokered convention, mega millions of us will place the GOP behind Obama and Hillary – the anti-America, voter, and freedom attackers where they belong. 
Good, it's about time. I only moved to this country because it had built-in closet organizers and lots of storage space.
I predict it will be a suicide blow to the GOP. 
A "suicide blow", eh? Is it even possible to pole-axe oneself? I'm no expert, but it sounds a lot more labor intensive than a gun or a fistful of Seconal.  Not that I want to discourage the GOP from repeatedly trying to hit itself on the head with a hammer hard enough to kill itself; I ask only that it wait a moment while I find the camera.
The angry and fragile list of millions will be all right but not the supporter part.
Our jockstraps are in mortal danger!
 I predict this will finally launch the insurant class – the independent ticket right behind a Donald Trump win. Bring it, oh, arrogant ones and see what happens.
It's ironic that the arrogant ones will finally be brought down by the "insurants", since the latter are often so smug about how they saved 15% or more with Geico.
Having never in my conservative media life as a former conservative national radio host for 16 years and a commentator, voted for any president but a Republican.
Having often in my life as a reader of conservative media for 13 years have I had to work so hard to reach the end of a sentence.  
I will leave and go Independent. 
I admire your ambition, but based on past performance I predict you'll stay and go crazy.

So there we are. But before we leave and go Independent, we have a special guest with us here tonight, all the way from Texas:
Sexy Birthday Lizard, livin' large on a log!

Happy birthday, Fearguth. May your concerts be many, your t-shirts be tie-dyed, and your tinnitus be timid!

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The "No More Cable TV for YOU" Edition

ME: C'mon guys, look up. I want to get a nice picture of you two.
SHADOW: Never! I'm like the Predator...When I close my eyes, I vanish!


ME: Um, that's not how that--
SHADOW: Zing! Ba-boom! I'm gone!


ME: You're still right here--
SHADOW: Augh! It can see me! Get to the CHOPPAH!


ME: Wait, if you're the Predator, then shouldn't I be the one getting to the choppah?
SHADOW: Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you? I bet the choppah's really nice, too. Probably has rich Corinthian leather and free refreshments. Well I'm sick of you hogging the choppah all the time!

ME: This is literally the first time the choppah has come up in--
SHADOW: Orange Guy! Get to the CHOPPAH!
MOONDOGGIE: Zzzzzzzzzzzzz...

SHADOW: (Sigh)  All right, fine, forget the choppah. I just want my own human skull collection. Is that so wrong?


[Please check out the new Slumgullion podcast. Link in the post below]

Saturday, March 5, 2016

The Slumgullion Ep 3: Ask Your Doctor if Christian Bale is Right For You

New Podcast! (And a preview of our album cover art, courtesy of Geekplanet overlord Matt Dillon. Eat your heart out, Peter Max!)

In The Slumgullion, Episode 3, I present my theory about the deep thematic connection between Pumpkinhead and La Traviata, while Jeff is writing a musical about Frogs (toads) and demands that dancing zombies be close captioned for the hearing impaired. We namecheck World O' Crap's own Hank (grouchomarxist) Parmer and his definitive review of Frogs (toads), although we call him Henry Parmer, because he's an author and we're snooty that way. And finally, Jeff and I take the dreaded Unknown Movie Challenge with the 2002 Christian Bale head-scratcher, Equilibrium (or as we like to think of it, the world's only pro-depression antidepressant).

Please give it a listen, and let us know what you think here in the comments.

New beast blogging tomorrow.

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