Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Screwed!

So apparently as awesome as government insurance is reputed to be, those bastards only cover Urgent Care visits at 80%, and after a $200 deductible. Now I owe $130 to some chump doctor for giving me the go ahead to get antibiotics I already knew I needed for a sinus infection I already knew I had, as well as "labs" which I know for a fact they did not actually run. I guess they just thought, hey, if we write "labs" on the bill, that's probably good for another $50. I'm outraged, OUTRAGED! This is the kind of rage I might need to take to the streets, raise my voice for my whole generation and let those corporate fat cats know that we are miracle whip, and we won't tone it down! And someone remind me to write the guys who came up with that commercial a congratulatory letter, firstly for coming up with the world's only viable contender to "I'm so 3008, you so 2000 and late" for the dumbest series of words ever strung together, and secondly because that commercial is GENIUS. I think someone at miracle whip realized that people in my demographic are only capable of appreciating things ironically, and that millions of 20-somethings wryly smiling at the concept of a sandwich spread attempting to align itself with some imagined xtreme/hipster youth movement is vastly superior to not being in the public consciousness at all. They've probably already sold more bottles as joke gifts than they had from 1953-2008 combined. I'm thinking of buying some to slather on my Urgent Care bill so it smells real nice when they open it.

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Blogger Vnak said...
Do I smell some conservative perspective emanating from your liberal armpits?

Miracle whip it up baby!

1:22 PM, September 24, 2009  

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6:40 PM, October 25, 2009  

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Friday, September 11, 2009

Go Irish, Beat Wolverines!

In order to get maximally pumped, I encourage you all to reread the gloriously unsportsmanlike and now classic Blue-Gray Sky letter to Michigan fans:

Hatefest 2005

My pick:

ND: Jason Statham
Michigan: This guy

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Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Good Boy, Oscar

The family dog died yesterday. He was a lumbering, endearingly oafish, incredibly sweet behemoth, and a good boy.



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Anonymous Megan said...
I'm so sorry to hear that! I remember when you guys got Oscar (and Phoebe, of course). What an awesome dog.

10:05 AM, September 09, 2009  

Anonymous Amber said...
I'm so sorry to hear about Oscar. He was a very good dog.

12:27 PM, October 04, 2009  

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Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Merellowicz Wedding

The Merellowicz wedding was a grand success. Although I regret to say that no one exploded, Amy looked like she was about to throughout the entirety of the ceremony. At one point she actually started to bounce with glee--I'm pretty sure Lizett got it on video. There was a lot of the same crowd from the Ball's wedding a couple weeks before, with a few extras. Little Eli is a pretty adorable dude. Maggie was there, and I was pleased to find she has retained her cackle. The reception was a great time, with good Maggiano's food and lego towers. I broke my no dancing rule and must've been getting a little frisky, by which I mean Lizett must have been getting a little frisky, because suddenly Vnak ran up to us screaming "CRAZY MAD SEX TONIGHT! CRAZY! MAD! SEX!" Or, just as likely, that was unrelated to the dancing. One of Merello's cousins brought a hula hoop, and thusly hula'd. Also, I am happy to report that my request for Tuank Tuank was granted, thorougly confusing the woman standing behind me on the dance floor. It's okay, random woman, some things are best left shrouded in mystery. I myself am at a loss for how such a tradition got started, but I imagine they were sitting by candlelight in shadowy cloaks, drinking goldschlager from bejweled goblets.

Vnak: As our next order of business, I propose that once every party, the three eldest of us sneak into Mal & Ball's room, add Daler Mehndi's Tunak Tunak to the playlist, and vigorously engage in synchronized, Bollywood style dancing.

Angelo: The dancing should be done on a futon.

Ben: And we should pretend to pass around a crown.

Vnak: Very well. The wearer of the imaginary crown shall dance so exhuberantly that the destruction of the futon is ensured, and the lives of nearby guests are gravely endagered. Are we all in agreement?

Angelo: Sic infit.

Ben: Cogito sumere potum alterum.

Vnak: SO IT IS FORETOLD! <sacrifices a goat>

Not that I minded the destroyed futon. One could in fact argue that it was actually improved, as the weight of repeated assaults eventually bent the frame into a gentle V, so that any couple crashing on it invariably woke up as a single mass of tangled flesh. BONG! Anyway, the point is the wedding was an awesome time, congrats!

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Blogger Lizett! said...
Indeed, there are photos and video:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/liztastic/

7:43 PM, September 02, 2009  

Blogger Vnak said...
You're welcome for the assist brotha. I set you up, I hope you crazy mad sex spiked it.

Tunak, was apparantly the biggest hit of the wedding. Brought the house down (all the seats were cleared). Bollywood knows bollywood. ( I don't know what means).

12:47 PM, September 03, 2009  

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Friday, August 21, 2009

New Neighbors

We met the new neighbors. I had just finished helping some Craigslist dudes move our appliances out of the house, so I was sweaty, breathing heavily, hair exploded, and wearing "work" jeans which feature so many holes that the pocket liners pretty much swing free. I think I made a good impression. "Hey Gayle, met the new neighbors! The husband was a greasy, wild-haired mouth breather who was basically wearing no pants and a shirt that said Probation Fest. I think maybe he just got out of prison? Nice guy."

That's right, I still wear the shirt.

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Anonymous dr. ball said...
I still wear the shirt as well my good man.

In fact, that was the shirt when I ran into Lucky. I was just walking down the streets of Chicago, minding my business when I hear "I was there!!!! Oooose!!" Crazy ass girl....

8:59 AM, August 25, 2009  

Blogger Vnak said...
I too still wear the shirt. It's a timeless classic. Will probably wear it 20 years from now.

11:20 AM, August 25, 2009  

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Friday, August 14, 2009

Closing on the House Today

Oose oose oose booya awesome weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Blogger Andy said...
Congrats! That is Awesome to the Max!

8:52 PM, August 14, 2009  

Anonymous dr. ball said...
Awesome to the Max indeed....

Man I had no idea you started blogging again. But thanks to your wity descriptions of events I was totally busted laughing my ass off in my new professoral office by other more-serious-than-I profs. Good times...

10:17 AM, August 20, 2009  

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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Retraction

It has been brought to my attention that a fully nude Mr. Belvedere does not dwell within Lizett's erotic imagination. He is, in fact, only nude from the waist down, and retains his trademark shirt, tie, and cardigan. Apologies to the max.

Here are some pictures:


Various dudes


Mysterious Jism


THE GOAT

AHHHHHHHH!!


EERRRRMMMM!


Sexy Dudes


Sexy Ladies


Aaaaaaaaaay!


Mid-Carlton


Butt shot

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