I know, I know, it’s old. But it’s damn funny. If airlines normally ran ads like this they’d never have an empty seat.
Yes. I. Went. There.
Category Archives: Humour
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Irish Porn: civilization, caught in the act of falling
You know how those Catholic girls can be. From Billy Joel to Alanis Morissette, bards across the ages have chronicled their plunging descent from the convent into the degraded wasteland of sin and vice in which they dwell from puberty onward. Never has this been more obvious than in our Flickred and Facebooked culture.
The proof? Click past the jump to see what happens to a simple, youthful native of Eire once she ripens and the sharpers find her. Bob Guccione has a lot to answer for.
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Control your Seafood: Cookin’ with Coolio
In a world where our most revered chef is a nattering, giggling, chainsmoking, Botox-riddled second-rate Mary Richards impersonator, it is heartening at last to find a show featuring someone so singlemindedly dedicated to the pursuit of culinary perfection. Someone for whom the mysteries of the roux are as deserving of attention as the mysteries of geopolitics, or the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present: Cookin’ With Coolio: Swashbuckling Shrimp!
Did he say “a dime bag of pepper?”
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Buddy, can you spare ten trill?
Well, I have been asked for money for a latte before. And a friend of mine has an email signature, I live for the day schools have all the funding they need and the Pentagon has to have bake sales. So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at this. Actually, having lived here for so long I shouldn’t really be surprised at anything.
It appears that the US Department of Homeland Security, having exhausted the normal funding routes of bleeding taxpayers and selling the next few generations to China as indentured servants, is muscling in on territory normally occupied by organizations like the Cancer Society, the SPCA, and the Make-A-Wish foundation.
It’s holding “charity” fundraising galas.
Oscar Wilde would’ve been ecstatic at the juxtaposition of life and art at the Brooklyn Museum earlier this evening — and not just because it involved an abundance of luxury goods. As guests arrived for the opening of an exhibit celebrating the art of Takashi Murakami and his collaboration with Marc Jacobs for Louis Vuitton, they were greeted by an outdoor scene more common on Canal Street: logoed merchandise piled on tables or hung on metal pegs, graffiti-covered walls, stalls closed “by court order,” and persistent vendors promising “best quality” and “best price.” The difference? Those piles of LV Multicolore bags were real…
As real as my recognition of Das Unheimliche.
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