What the What??!!….. So apparently a brother and sister both get their wisdom teeth taken out on the same day. This is the aftermath. My conclusion: Propofol’s one hell of a drug!
“Big Ups” to the mother of these kids for somehow managing to film while driving.
Whether your van skids over the edge of a snowy mountain cliff (happened to me), you are briefly kidnapped whilst hitchhiking (happened to my mom) or you’re chased by a grizzly bear across a meadow while tree planting (happened to my old roommate), tales of cheating death are always the most compelling and therefore, the most cool.
These events shape us not only because they give us awesome stories to drop at parties, but also because they provide us with a sort of transcendent religious experience coupled with a super badass adrenaline rush.
There is nothing more exhilarating then staring death square in the face and saying, “No thanks, not today!”
Got this from my friend Troy at Prototype Design.
Guy 1: “I’m going to make myself a sandwich, you want one?”
Guy 2: “O.K., sure.”
Cut, slice, open, cut, spread, sprinkle, place, cut.
Guy 1: “Here ya go.”
BITE!
Guy 2: “Mmmmm…Woah! Dude, what’s in this?”
Guy 1: “Sliced tomatoes, havarti cheese, cucumbers, sprouts, spinach, sundried tomato turkey breast, bacon, avocado, granulated garlic dijon mustard, lightly toasted multigrain bread. Just a few things I had in the fridge”
Guy 2: “This is amazing!”
Guy 1: “It’s what I do.”
What’s better than making your friend an awesome drink? Making them a killer sandwich.
It is a cruel irony that the population segment that would love gambling the most is the one segment that’s not allowed to do it.
Kids are awesome because they’re so emotional and they get so into things. They haven’t developed that cold, rational detachment that allows us adults to wander around, numbly unaffected. As such, it is our duty to give these kids a thrilling emotional ride whilst they’re still young enough to enjoy it.
Next time you go to the track, bring your little niece or nephew with you. Ask them which horse they like the most and the go up and place a little $2 bet for them. Watch with delight as they scream and cry, willing their horse to finish first. Then, when the it does win, bask in that child’s grateful gaze as you hand them their winnings (minus your broker’s fee, of course).
In a kid’s world, $25 buys a lot of slurpees.
It happened very subtly and many of them didn’t even realize what they were doing. Plaid shirts, tight jeans, glorious moustaches. Hipster cool was really just the harbinger of a beautiful Redneck Renaissance! The next logical style progression, of course, is hood horns.
Nothing says, “I own you, Nature”, like displaying your hunting trophies right there on the front of your whip. Put on some CCR, grab a screw driver and some hood mounts, and turn that Jetta into something Boss Hogg would be proud of. The only real danger is spearing yourself when you go to check the oil.
Now, if you want to double up your car’s badass quotient, add the horns and then start driving around at night with only one headlight. That is a car you don’t want to mess with.
Pffffttt… easy.
Props to my little bro for putting me onto this one.
