Praise be to Mario

I want to join this kid’s church.

 

Press The Start Button

Ludacris is a bit cooler than I thought he was.

 

MY MIND!!!

I absolutely lost my mind when I saw this, this 100% REAL. Someone is making this fucking movie. I’m gonna mosh everyone to death when this comes out.

 

NASA Style Technology

Maybe it’s the booze talking but I swear I pooped a little I laughed so hard at this.

Nice!

Look, I know Matt just typed a long and brilliant post and I’m sure you think this is just a cop out. But you’re wrong. Dead wrong.

This is Science.

Alright. So, I’m pretty sure most of you out there have jobs, coincidentally, so do I. For those of you who may not know, I work in a one hour photo lab developing peoples’ pictures….for the past five and a half years. So, I’m just gonna go ahead and come right out and say it that I’m pretty much an expert on photofinishing…..and I don’t mean like, I know alot about photography, and the chemical process that goes on in developing pictures or any of that technical shit. I’m talking about a major scientific study that is five and a half years in the making, laying out just what exactly the average person takes pictures of. It’s a breakthrough, and I’m right at the cutting edge. Whenever I end up telling someone where I work, it’s inevitable that at some point in the conversation the other person says something like, “Well, I bet you see some really interesting stuff, huh?… if you know what I mean….” And usually, I just give them the abbreviated answer of: “No….not really”. 

 

But now you lucky readers have the chance to experience the full, unedited answer to that most popular question…..and what that question really is, whether the person asking it cares to admit it or not, is really “do you develop alot of pictures of attractive naked women?” Now I will put that question to rest, in this brilliant  culmination of pure science and complete boredom. So here’s the breakdown:

 

 

                                                                       PHOTOFINISHING

                                                     (a.k.a.- “your stupid fucking pictures”)

 

40% BABIES: I know, that seems pretty obvious and normal. But the one thing I can tell you is this-and I have to warn you, I may sound like a pretty horrible person in saying this, but it is fact: There are some pretty ugly/strange-looking babies out there. That’s right, I said it. And before you get all, “Awww…but babies are sooooo cute and wonderful how can you possibly say that?” on me, just hear me out: I can guarantee that I have seen WAY more babies than you probably will ever see in your lifetime, and it’s just statistically inevitable that some people are gonna end up with a fucking weird looking baby. They might straighten out sometime later in their life, but as a baby they were just fucking weird looking. I’m not trying to mean, that’s just science man. It’s gonna fuckin’ happen, I just get to see it while you might not ever get the chance. That’s what my research is all about. Consider yourself informed. 

 

35% CATS: I could technically call this section “33% cats and 2% other pets and also any other species of animal on the planet”, but there is just overwhelmingly something about cats that the people who own them are compelled to take thousands of pictures of them. So it gets to the point that numbers-wise, the cats just completely drown out the other animals people take a picture of. Every now and then, there will be a few pictures of a dog… you know, the kids playing in the yard with the dog….or the picture of the whole family including the dog…. but never an entire roll of pictures of the fucking dog. That just doesn’t happen. Cats, however, will have several rolls devoted entirely to them doing all the things cats do: sitting there not paying attention to you, clawing at something, eating and sitting on your lap….just long enough for you to snap a picture real quick. But people are real particular about their pictures of their cat- you gotta get the exposure just right, this is serious fucking business. And it’s usually someone pretty stereotypical, an old lady with enormous glasses who talks so slow you can’t understand what she’s saying just because halfway through a word you begin to lose interest because the conversation should have ended by then… pretty much what you’d expect I guess. However, it is not usually one of those truly “crazy cat ladies” who owns like fourteen cats, just an old woman who while crazy, only owns like one or two cats. She just also refers to them as “her children”.

 

12% PARTIES AND WEDDINGS: Pretty standard stuff here. As for parties it’s mostly people standing around, and usually there are several pictures where the index pinger of the person taking the picture is almost completely obstructing view. Weddings are pretty much the same deal, except they also tend to include alot of pictures inside of a church with absolutely zero lighting, and pictures of a huge group of people. But the interesting thing about wedding pictures is that what alot of people like to do is buy a shitload of cheap disposable cameras and leave them out on the tables so that everyone can randomly take pictures of the events which occurred at this wedding. Where it gets interesting is that more often than not, booze is in play, and you can really track the chronology of the night. It usually converges at the point of some dude taking a picture of his dick while he was taking a piss after his fourteenth Carona, before declining into crooked, shaky pictures of peoples’ legs/shoes, more frequent covering of the camera lens with index finger, and other such wonderful throwaways. 

 

5% CAR ACCIDENTS AND INJURIES: Not a whole lot to say about that. Sometimes these pictures are kinda fucked up and traumatizing. I mean, sort of. It’s possible to see worse I’m sure. 

 

2% DEAD PEOPLE: Yeah, I’m serious. Maybe I’m really weird, but I just don’t understand the idea behind taking a picture of your dead-ass relative, lying in the coffin, wearin’ a suit, the makeup, the whole nine yards…. That just seems creepy to me. I’m all for honoring and remembering your family members who have passed- but I figure that would mean more pictures of them when they were still alive, not when they’re gettin ready to be put in the damn ground. I’m sorry, I just can’t imagine what the fuck kind of person is snapping off pictures of the corpse at a wake. Seriously. Are you gonna put that fuckin’ picture in a photo album or something? That’s kind of fucked up. If I was getting to know you, and you decided to show me your family photo album, and you’re like, “Here’s us at the Grand Canyon…. and here’s Jimmy’s first day of school…… and here’s a picture of all of us at the big family reunion last year…. oh! and here’s a nice shot of my DEAD FUCKING GRANDFATHER. Look, there he is, right there in the casket….. and here’s twelve pictures of my cat, etc, etc….” that would make me real uncomfortable real quick. 

 

 

And I saved what I’m sure is the most anticipated part for last, although you may be disappointed to discover that only…

 

6% NAKED PEOPLE, OR PICTURES OF A SEXUAL NATURE: Yeah, it’s really not a whole lot, and before you start to think- “Well, 6 percent isn’t that bad, I’ll take what I can get”- Know this: This category mainly consists of unreasonably overweight people, old people, and that drunken bathroom pic the dude at your wedding took of his cock. The main point is, one mostly finds themselves trying to get those pictures printed and off the computer screen as fast as possible, and some of them can be more traumatizing than the car accident/ injury pictures. Every now and then-another statistical inevitability- you might get one or two pictures of someone more pleasant to look at, however these pictures usually end at about a PG-13 level, because let’s face it, all the attractive people have gone digital by now and they keep that shit on their computer.  Oh, and I almost forgot bachelorette parties, a.k.a. “A large black man wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and one sock grinding on some fat bitch”. Some bachelorette parties look like they were downright nutty- in alot of the ones I’ve seen it looks like the party literally consisted of: opening gifts (75% vibrators), eating cake (often penis-shaped), and then some almost naked man enters and proceeds to forcibly put you and your friends into strange and awkward sexual positions (while you and your friends are fully clothed) and then you and your friends take turns taking pictures of you all getting pretend-raped through your clothes by a man with absolutely no hair on his body, and dollar bills hanging out of the crack of his ass. I will never understand women. 

 

 

And there you have it, the results of my extremely scientific research. I hope you feel smarter now.

Dude, check it out… we’re famous now

So yeah, I’m a nerd. I’m lame. I was looking through the various “bumper stickers” on facebook. I was on seriously the nineteenth page when I saw this one. And I just had to put it up on here. Check it out:

 

 

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It’s gettin around…

 

(Also, I looked closer at the picture and realized I was actually on the twentyfirst page. And I thought I was exaggerating at nineteen. Man… I really am lame.)

Did you guys die?

Well, in short, no. While I admit it’s been quite a while since our last post, that doesn’t mean we haven’t been doing things. Quite the contrary. We’ve been hard at work gearing up for the ultra official hard launch of Epic Fail Radio v1.0. Setting up the Facebook and Myspace pages, making the blog pretty and most importantly, putting some podcast episodes in the can. Plus we have all kind of great shit to talk about.  Halloween, various shows we attended, funny and compromising photos of friends and family and razor sharp social commentaries. So, i want to take this opportunity to thank the loyal 3 or 4 readers and kindly ask them to sit tight. We’ve got some fun and hilarious shit coming up.

I Drank Dog Urine.

I know I’m not doing anyone any favors putting this on my zero traffic blog, but seriously, watch this and tell me this doesn’t look amazing. Look me in the eyes and tell me! Because you can’t. Because it’s fucking hilarious. Observe.

I really hope this gets picked up and I get to watch the whole actual movie. The fine fellows over at Derrick always put out quality shit. I’m quite excited.

Maintain the delicate balance

More texting hilarity. Enjoy!

TJ: Why does karaoke exist?
Matt: For drunk people. In case they’re too drunk to think of anything else they can do to embarrass themselves.
T: It makes me want to murder people.
M: Then do it!
T: I’m getting close.
M: It’s the only way you’ll get the voices to stop.
T: I think the real agenda behind karaoke is to see how long the bar can maintain the delicate balance of people drunk enough to sing in front strangers and those drunk enough to contemplate homicide.
T: It’s group Russian roulette.
M: That could very well be the case.
T: I think I’m on to something man.

Stop texting, Casey Jones!

More creamy text message goodness to hold you over.

Matt: Dude, how about there was a head-on collision between two freight trains that killed 25 people because the one train operator was texting on his cell phone and didn’t notice that he was supposed to switch tracks.

T.J.: Yeah, I read that yesterday. That’s fucking crazy, man.

M: It’s fucking ridiculous. Soon, another plane is gonna crash into another building, but it won’t be terrorists. It’ll be because the pilot was texting.

T: Darwinism at it’s finest.

M: Except for all the people on the plane. They had no say in it.

T: True. That would suck.

M: How pissed would you be if you died in a train crash and when you got to the Pearly Gates, St. Peter tells you that you died because the nerd driving your train was too busy writing text messages to his buddy?

T: Pretty pissed I suppose.

M:Some doctor’s gonna accidentally remove someone’s entire brain because he was playing Tetris on his phone while he was doing surgery.

T: I’m waiting for the next bat shit crazy maniac to use some social networking fad. That way we can blame that shit.

T: Like, some dude gets on Twitter and is like “OMG guys im gonna shoot up the school! ROFL!”. Then proceeds to go on a murderous rampage, eventually taking his own life. That way we can blame the Internet for crazy people.

M: We already blame the Internet for crazy people.

T:Yeah, I guess you’re right.

M: Or at least I do.

Fantastic!