Namasté is a greeting commonly used by Hindus, Sikhs, and Buddhists in the Indian subcontinent to express deep respect. In yoga, you say it with a slight bow and palms together to mean "I am your humble servant." For this smartass, it's scrawled onto the rear end of a dirty car to say "up yours" to total strangers. Hey, language has to evolve, right?
Paula might want to find another spokesperson for her QVC jewelry line. She can't string a sentence together to save her life. When she's not hiding behind a bouquet of flowers, she's exclaiming non sequiturs like, "It's my anniversary!" My favorite line? When she tries to explain that you can wear a necklace "around in the jean . . . into the, area" and finally the other QVC host says, "Belt loop." Wow.
I cannot wait for this movie. Bruno (aka Sacha Baron Cohen) goes to GAYtona Beach, FL, for spring break and gets a bunch of yahoo frat boys to spell out the word party and say "Whoo!" in endless variations. What they don't anticipate is what he asks them to say into the camera towards the end. Whoopsies! It's worth the wait, my friends.
Sex sells, but what the heck is this naughty silhouette of two folks doing the nasty trying to sell?
Two great tastes that taste great together. Remember Suzanne Vega's Tom's Diner? I was digging around for a fun I Dream of Jeannie clip and ran into this odd mashup: "I Dream of Jeannie's Diner." I particularly like when Major Nelson yells out "Jeannie!"
Hey, I'll take applause where I can find it. And given how nasty these port-o-potties are, a medal would be in order while they're at it!
Holy crap. The icicles that guard my frozen heart are melting into a piddling puddle as I watch this video. This adorable man croons "Goodnight, Sweetheart" to a bunch of whining puppies who, as if by magic, slowly get into snuggle position and fall asleep. Dude, this is may straight up kill you if you don't chase it with a little bit of cynicism. As it says on the side of the Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Soap bottle — "Dilute! Dilute!"
I like a product that doesn't tap dance around its purpose. I'm not sure I could handle this manufacturer's name for its tampons or hemorrhoid suppositories, but I can get behind a name like ShitBegone. (If you know what I mean — and I think you do). Thanks whoever you are who sent this in from Marfa, Texas!
