Santa, baby, you’re looking a little rough

Remember that classic phenomenon of the internets, Elf Bowling? Sure you do. If you don’t, download it from here. Be sure to get versions #1 and 2, which are the best. Skip #4 if you value your computer and your time.

Backstory: the elves go on strike. “Higher wages, lower urinals” all that kind of thing. And Santa retaliates, and retaliates hard.

Let’s see how that same premise applies to the WGA writer’s strike in a video starring Ashton Kutcher as Santa and Demi Moore as his piece of venison on the side…

via Defamer

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crab stew

If they’re trying to use this enlightening ad to sell 42 Below, I’m thinking that the plan may have backfired. Click to enlarge, in case the details are fuzzy, as, indeed, they would be the next morning.

Crab Stew

From the Clio Awards

. Be sure to click the NEXT button when you’re on the site: the second one in the series is particularly amusing!

DIY of the Day: Clone a Beatle!

John Lennon

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, for only $48,000 (plus shipping and handling) you, too, could clone your own morose, heroin-addicted musical icon.

A book enclosing a lock of John Lennon‘s hair has been sold at auction for £24,000.

It was part of a lot of items owned by Betty Glasow, former hairdresser to the Beatles…The inscription in the book reads: “To Betty, Lots of Love and Hair, John Lennon…”

Lennon’s hair had only been expected to fetch between £2,000 and £3,000. By our rough calculations, this would put the value of an entire mop-top at around two million pounds.

“[Glasow] feels that rather than these things being stuck in a drawer with nobody enjoying them, real enthusiasts [could] get their hands on these things.” He conveniently leaves out the bits where Glasow rakes in several thousand pounds and creepy Lennon hair “enthusiasts” get their hands on some Fab Four DNA.

Well, exactly!

Think of the fun you could have messing with a weathered-looking Paul McCartney (“ooooh, who’s the pretty one now, eh melad?“) or a professionally-bereaved Yoko Ono (“Daddy’s back, sweetheart! Didja miss me?“). Not to mention Phil Spector! (“Just coom back to give a deposition, pal! Old Ned says hi, see you soon!“).

Or Mark David Chapman.

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Blackwater, Blackhearts

Blackwater

from the always-reliable Get Your War On, via Can’t See the Forest

Last Call: Win measureless riches, fame, and adoration. Or at least a nice gift certifcate

TeenyManolo, yo!

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