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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

GCOTD: NJ State Police and DMV

min 2:16....priceless

The den has been infiltrated!! I think these Jersey gay clones must have heard me bashing their state the other week because I got pulled over this morning. Got me for 69 in a 55 mph zone. Good news for me is that he pulled me over as I was decelerating because he could have gotten me for triple digits a few miles up the road (snicker), but I digress.

To make matters worse, my license expired yesterday, so I have to go and get that renewed. Due to the fact that the state deficit is bigger than some countries annual budget, the DMV is only open during the week, which means I have to go on my lunch break. I tried to go today, walked in to the local cesspool of society a.k.a. DMV and then directly back out again because I like money and I need my job to get it and I could have spent the entire afternoon there.

These Jersey muthafuckas are holdin' a jackal down. I may do some texting while driving on the way home as a little retaliation.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Gay Clone of the year...early nomination

Auto Tune vs. Metropolitan Orlando





They both have the "face of the franchise", auto tune, a science experiment gone awry, has T-Pain, and the Orlando Magic, none other than the citizens of Downtown Metropolitan Orlando, and Stan van Gundy.

Former GCOTD, Kanye West,
went so far as to record an entire "album" with this whack shit. The formula for any popular hit song on hip-hop radio...intro with beat, high pitch robot, hook with word and modifier, i.e. "Stanky Leg", "Blame It", low pitch robot, repeat hook 34 times, sell records, drive Voicemail bat-shit crazy.

Claiming to be a "major city", Orlando hails from the panhandle-shaped cradle of sex offenders, Florida. Coincidentally, home to T-Fucking Pain, Florida rarely gives America reason to be proud.

I dare you to listen to this entire song.

Thank God for Wendy's.


So, Jackals, what say you?