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Showing posts with label what.. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

What is smellier than Brussels sprouts being cooked?


Here is a very short list of things that might possibly smell worse than Brussels sprouts:



  • For example, one of those situations we've all come across at one time or another, where a bum ate spoiled tuna fish, then threw up in a pair of old shoes he found in a dumpster, and then decided, screw it - I'm still gonna wear these shoes because, well, they're shoes. And they're better than what I've got... which is no shoes. You know... that old chestnut.

  • Matthew McConaughey wearing an adult diaper.

  • Satan's sweat after eating bad Mexican for a week straight.

  • A pile of jock straps in the Green Bay Packers' locker room after Super Bowl XLV. Worse still: Brett Favre's jock strap. Cuz he's just gross.

  • The breath of a Komodo dragon with halitosis.

  • The seafood counter at a grocery store, having been abandonded after a nuclear holocaust.

  • Maybe this?



  • The big vat of old cooking grease out back of a Chinese restaurant. In 100-degree weather. In a Detroit slum.

  • The big vat of old leftover pieces of stomach out back of a black market clinic... you know, one of those places that cuts out part of your stomach and then staples it so that you can only eat one grape at a time? Yeah, that.

  • The "Bog of Eternal Stench" from The Labyrinth. AFTER David Bowie has thrown those pants in and tossed in some onions and garlic, stirred everything up real good, and made a nice stew out of it.



  • Jonah, after being puked up by the whale.

  • That stuff that comes out from between your teeth while you're flossing, if you saved it in a mayonnaise jar for a year straight, then buried it in a hole in your compost heap, then dug it up after another year and opened the jar to take a big whiff.

  • A giant's butt crack at high noon. (I don't know what that means.)

  • A bucket of chum past its expiration date.

  • Rasputin's beard.*



  • Tom Selleck's mustache. Just kidding. Tom Selleck's mustache should probably be knighted.



  • A line of Porta-Potties outside a Phish concert.

  • A hippie with a foot fungus standing in the middle of a sewage treatment plant in the middle of a cow pasture in the middle of a hog farm in the middle of a landfill.

Yeah, I know I pick on hippies. But in my defense, it's only cuz they're gross.


So here's my challenge to you: come up with the best and funniest description of the worst thing you ever smelled and leave it in the comments. I will put the best ones in a future post.



*Grigori Rasputin was one of the nastiest guys to have ever lived. He always reeked because he didn't bathe. His hair was always a greasy, matted mess. And his unkempt beard was often crusted with old chunks of food.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

'Nother Round of Vintage Ads


Two sizes-Regular and Hospital


Seriously, I do not want to know what hospital size is.





And the award for most racist gelatin advertisement goes to...

The copy on this ad reads:

"Mammy sent dis ovah"

JELL-O is known to all sections as "America's Most Famous Dessert." In the South, for instance, it is inexpensive enough to be found in the cabins of the old plantation. It is delicious enough to meet the standards of good living at the "Big House." It is dainty enough for milady's afternoon tea. It is appealing enough to turn the sinful, of any color, away from his neighbor's melon patch.

Yes, please read that again, if you need to. Jell-O: America's Most Famous Racist Dessert.

HolycrapJell-Oareyouserious.





AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

(Looks like fun, though.)






Effanbee Dolls, you say?

"Hey, that's a really nice effan' bee doll!"

"Yeah, you like my effan' bee doll? You want to see this effan' bee doll up close?"

"HEY! Get that effan' bee doll outta my face!"


Reminds me of these:


What're you doin'? Oh, nothing. Just sittin' here eatin' some elfin' crackers is all.




Early graffiti.

Yo, that's a mad tag, yo.





How to keep your silk underwear and stockings: don't go to a Tom Jones concert.


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

OMG

This video has changed my life.

Do you hear me?

Changed.

My life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oavMtUWDBTM&feature=related




P.S. I have been AWOL because I am busy house-hunting and packing stuff in anticipation of selling my house.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Deveel... he hath taken my soul.




Well, friends. I finally caved. I'm on Facebook. *hangs head in shame*

Since the inception of FB I have literally loathed it and swore I would never EVER join. I was known to regularly refer to MySpace and FB as "the devil". Then again, I used to think blogging was weird and Twitter was stupid. So there you go. I'm so evolved!

Anyhoo, you are all in luck because you can now be my friend on Facebook! OMG.

I fully expect you all to be throwing sheeps at me in short order.

Search heathercherryseaton

Thursday, July 9, 2009

That's IT!

I’m growing my hair back out… OFFICIALLY.

Today I stopped by Wendy’s to pick up a salad (I’m on a diet, people!) and as I paid and got my food the woman working there said to me, “Thank you, sir.”

...

...

...


Sir?

SIR?!?!

I mean, I know I have short hair but in my defense I was wearing large hoop earrings, makeup, high heels, boobs. You know, stuff like that.

Not.

Cool.

So… now I’m off to shave my mustache and drown my sorrows in chocolate chip ice cream on a waffle cone.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Worst Blind Dates Ever




As I get older and singler, everyone and their hamster wants to set me up with their grandpa's brother's greatnephew's neighbor's friend's clone grown from a petri dish. Goes with the territory.

Here are my two worst blind dates ever, which also happen to be my only two blind dates ever. And people wonder why I don't want to go on any more of them???

Blind Date 1: Guy admits to having a personality disorder, asks me how much I weigh (!) and tells me how he used to tell his ex-girlfriend she needed to lose about 10 pounds. "No, no, but she liked it when I told her that. She needed the motivation, see?" He also spent the bulk of his time talking about his ex and how wonderful she was, how beautiful her eyes were and the pet names she called him.

Blind Date 2: Guy tells me freely that he loves to frequent gay bars and drag shows "just for fun." Then he chastises me for not having ever experienced it myself. Dude, are you serious??? YOU DO NOT TELL SOMEONE THIS ON A FIRST DATE. Or a second, or a third...

Blind Date 3: Not!


What was YOUR worst date, blind date or first date?

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Vintage Advertisements: Creepy Dudes, Clowns and Elves Edition


No, I do not want to play tennis with you and your parrot and your bottle of liquor. Maybe next time. Maybe never. I'll hafta think 'pon it. There. I thought 'pon it. No. No tennis with clowns. Or parrots. Or bottles of brandy. Okay, maybe parrots.




HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, it's hiLARious to blow people up, especially when they're not expecting it!





Oh. Dear. Sweet... In the name of all that is holy... I mean...

An entire ARMY OF CLOWNS?!?!?! I can think of, well, not much that is creepier than this. They will RAIN DOWN THE JOLLY ON YOU LIKE THE HELLFIRES OF SHEOL.








Okay this little baby dude is really freakin’ cute but honestly, if that lil' chubster popped out of my soup thermos it would freak me right the crap out. Too much like a jack-in-the-box. I never liked those. So… despite the endearing little poem, no, Campbell’s, I am not interested in what you’re selling, buck-o.







And speaking of things popping out of things… NO! I do not need that old Quaker dude suddenly appearing from inside my flowers, tryin’ to sell me his oatmeal! No, no, no, no…








Om-nom-nom-nom… how cute!

Wait…

Is that a…

Clown?!?!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHakdivfha$pligEaw&riXh!!!!!!








Sterling Stoves: “A Barrel of Fun!”

Looks more to me like a barrel of creepy baby clowns.






Why does Wrigley’s hire elves to put up their billboards? And do you suppose the elves have some sort of union?

Monday, June 8, 2009

You are Cordially Invited... to a Fashion Snarcasm Session

From the "Oh crap, no!" Files.

Let's do this thing...


And the winner of this year's title for "Miss Zebra USA" is... this chick!



She looks completely bewildered by teh ugly.




Speaking of bewildered. Uhhhhh................. what?

This. Is not a dress. I repeat. This. Is not a dress. It's a bib.




The 80's called. They want their fugly dress back. STAT.




This one's called the "Tartan Puffball." More like crapball.




Okay, I'm just going to go on the record and say I DON'T LIKE TULIP DRESSES. It looks like this model is trying to smuggle a cardboard box under there.



No.




No no no no no no no no no no no no no no I need a nap.




Look deeeeep into my rose. I will hypnotize you into thinking this isn't the butt ugliest dress you ever saw.




Looks like Laura Ashley ate my granny's couch and then vomited it back up onto this model.




Is this a jogging suit or a cocktail dress? Cuz honestly I really can't tell.




I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I want you... to throw this dress into a dumpster.




Suddenly I have the urge to do some origami.




I really have no words for this one. Wait, strike that. Actually, I do. I didn't think that tulip dresses could get uglier, stupider or more trashbaggy looking.




This one is called the "Extreme Tulip Dress." Extreme for extremly abysmal.



Sweet sassafrass, the back view is even worse. What woman would want her butt to look this big? I mean there's stupid, and then there's this.




Do you think the hostess will mind if I wear my new bathing suit to the garden party?



A dress really ought not to have this many right angles.




Anyone need a dinner napkin?
This model looks like she got punched in the stomach just before the picture was taken. And she's trying to stay strong. It's cool. Just hooooold it together for the photo.

Speaking of, it seems like a lot of the models are post-tummy-punch with their weird poses. Check it out:









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In all fairness, I found some amazingly beautiful things on this particular site and will be posting them on a future "What I'm NOT Buying this Weekend." Check out Margo's site for the skinny on this meme. I think a lot of folks have been confused by my past postings because they think I DIDN'T LIKE the stuff I posted that I "didn't buy." On the contrary, I wanted ALL of those things. The point of the game is that you window shop for stuff you adore but instead of spending the money you save it by living vicariously and posting the items on your blog for all to see. And on those occassions when you actually DO purchase something you post it all the same so others can also live vicariously through you. Get it?

Friday, May 29, 2009

An Open Letter to the Dudes in the House

An Open Letter to the Dudes in the House


Dear Fellas:

What is the deal with the hitting on me when I'm at my worst thing? I can be a sweaty, dirty, unwashed mess in a sloppy t-shirt and baggy yoga pants and you pick this time to flirt with me? I run to the Home Depot in the middle of a home improvement project or I schlep into PetSmart covered in dog fur to get Snuggles' nails ground down and apparently my ungroomed appearance translates to "Please check me out." I just don't get it. Why not when I'm all dolled up in a dress and red lipstick and all that crap? I have polled some male friends to figure out this phenomenon and I still don't understand. Don't get me wrong. It's flattering and all but it's just that..., seriously what the crap?

Please. Enlighten me.

Thanks,

Heather


cc: All mah grrrrrrrrls in the house... does this happen to you, too???

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

10 Tips For Keeping the Romance Alive

Now, I love romantic stuff. Don't get me wrong. But some ideas are just D-U-M-B. The following is someone's idea of a list of romantical thingies to do:

1. As your partner bathes, warm a towel in the dryer.

2. Next time you order a pizza, ask to have it cut into a heart shape.

3. Buy a copy of your partner's favorite childhood book. Read it to them in bed.

4. Give your partner a magic gift box. Every month place a new small gift in it.

5. Plant a tree, then on each anniversary, drink champagne next to it and talk with your partner about how your love and the tree have grown.

6. Put an artificial rose in the center of 12 real ones. On a card, write: "I will love you until the last rose fades."

7. Give your partner a push on a swing set. This can bring back happy memories.

8. Go for a walk on the beach. Trace out the shape of a large heart in the sand. Sit inside it an [sic] cuddle.

9. Photocopy your hand and fax a copy to your partner with a message: "Do you wanna hold hands?"

10. Take your partner on an umbrella-free walk in the rain. Jump in the puddles.

Boy, if I had a nickel for everytime that list contained the word "partner"... well, I'd have about 7 nickels!

My friend Patrick is one of the funniest people I know and he wrote up a new list for your enjoyment. So without further ado, I give you Dr. J. Patrick Crain, Esquire, Guest Blogger Extraordinnaire! And his Top Ten Tips for Totally Killing the Romance:

1. As your partner bathes, throw a warm toaster in the tub.

2. Next time you order a pizza, ask the pizza man to cut out the heart of your nagging significant other.

3. Kidnap a child off of the black market. Make it mow the lawn for your partner.

4. Give your partner a magic set. Then tell them that you find magicians creepy.

5. Plant a tree, then on each anniversary, drink Lost Lake beer next to it and talk with your partner about the stunning resemblance between his or her face face and the bark of the tree.

6. Buy your partner a coupon for $10 off your next artificial insemination.

7. Give your partner a push on a swing set. After you have loosened the links so that your partner will sail through the air and onto the nearby freeway. Which could bring back happy memories.

8. Go for a walk on the beach. Make sure your partner is barefoot so they will step on the discarded needles. This works especially well on Venice Beach.

9. Photocopy your hand and fax it to your partner. Prepare yourself for all hell breaking loose as your partner will more than likely get fired for wasting company time and money. All because you're a wuss. And a non-clever one, at that.

10. Take your partner on an umbrella-free walk in the rain. And then watch how fast pneumonia puts the kibosh on things.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Awesome Vintage Advertisements, Part I've Lost Count

More vintage silliness.




Fact: Not smoking Camels will instantly give you a gigantic screamy tiger head. Also, apparently, "Pleasure Helps Your Disposition." Thank you, Captain Obvious.







Okay... um. Am I the only one creeped out by the fact that there are COWS in this ad for SAWS? Why? Why, oh whyyyyyyyyyyyy the cows?!

*weeping*

*wailing*

*thrashing about wildly*






Yeah, ladies. Pipes r hott. Am I right or am I right? The dude looks like my uncle or something with that thing perched in his mouth. Well, not my uncle specifically, but someone's uncle. I'm willing to bet this guy lounges around the house in a silk robe and socks with garters.






"Neglect may lead to amputation--even death." You better take heed because if you get a cut on your neck, like this fella, and it gets infected they will have to amputate your head right off! And then where will you be, smarty-pants? Remember: Band-Aids save lives. And prevent decapitations.





A rare glimpse at an early precursor to the modern-day Wikipedia. Guaranteed to make your friends feel like total ignorant losers around you.






Be sure to wear your best suit, dress or striped boxer shorts while using equipment. Opera-length gloves, a monocle, stilletos and suspenders not required but strongly encouraged for best results.