Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
First (1st) page
Please do note that these three examples are all taken from the first/front page. Mind you how many more exciting and hilarious stories more to come. yes. It is amazing. Did I mention I was at a wedding this weekend? I was. It was probably the best evening/weekend of my life. It was all... perfect. Not only did they both say "yes" (hurrah!), we also all liked to dance all night that summoned the day. I will give a more specific story on that soon. Even thought I'm too eager to tell and want to share the story of the floating dance floor (not as a metaphor of good vibes but simply cause the floor was moving) I will keep that 'til a better time. Now. Powernap.
Example #3:
9,971 of 10,055 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars Dual Function Design, November 10, 2008
By B. Govern "Bee-Dot-Govern" (New Jersey, USA)
"This item has wolves on it which makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 stars by itself, but once I tried it on, that's when the magic happened. After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my trailer to Wal-mart with the shirt on and was immediately approached by women. The women knew from the wolves on my shirt that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to 'howl at the moon' from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called mehth. I told them no, because they didn't have enough teeth, and frankly a man with a wolf-shirt shouldn't settle for the first thing that comes to him.
I arrived at Wal-mart, mounted my courtesy-scooter (walking is such a drag!) sitting side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a slightly sweaty dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there. She told me she liked the wolves on my shirt, I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew, and I drove my scooter, with her shuffling along side out the door and into the rest of our lives. Thank you wolf shirt.
Pros: Fits my girthy frame, has wolves on it, attracts women
Cons: Only 3 wolves (could probably use a few more on the 'guns'), cannot see wolves when sitting with arms crossed, wolves would have been better if they glowed in the dark."
5.0 out of 5 stars Dual Function Design, November 10, 2008
By B. Govern "Bee-Dot-Govern" (New Jersey, USA)
"This item has wolves on it which makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 stars by itself, but once I tried it on, that's when the magic happened. After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my trailer to Wal-mart with the shirt on and was immediately approached by women. The women knew from the wolves on my shirt that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to 'howl at the moon' from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called mehth. I told them no, because they didn't have enough teeth, and frankly a man with a wolf-shirt shouldn't settle for the first thing that comes to him.
I arrived at Wal-mart, mounted my courtesy-scooter (walking is such a drag!) sitting side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a slightly sweaty dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there. She told me she liked the wolves on my shirt, I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew, and I drove my scooter, with her shuffling along side out the door and into the rest of our lives. Thank you wolf shirt.
Pros: Fits my girthy frame, has wolves on it, attracts women
Cons: Only 3 wolves (could probably use a few more on the 'guns'), cannot see wolves when sitting with arms crossed, wolves would have been better if they glowed in the dark."
Example #2:
2,022 of 2,063 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars Great compliment for my skin art, May 19, 2009
By overlook1977 (Raleigh, NC United States)
"Unfortunately I already had this exact picture tattooed on my chest, but this shirt is very useful in colder weather."
5.0 out of 5 stars Great compliment for my skin art, May 19, 2009
By overlook1977 (Raleigh, NC United States)
"Unfortunately I already had this exact picture tattooed on my chest, but this shirt is very useful in colder weather."
Example #1:
1,321 of 1,368 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars Why can't Amazon have more stars? 5 ain't enough!, May 6, 2009
By T. Guymon "SonOfSpam" (Anaheim, CA)
"So I'm looking for threads that say, "Hey baby...I'm real boss!" when I stumble upon this epic creation. The wolves spoke to me in a language all their own; it was like German, Mongol, and Bitchin all mixed together. I mean, one wolf howlin at the moon is major...but three???
I ordered next-day air (if only there was same day!), and, of course, a size smaller than usual to ensure the closeness of the wolves to my chest hair. When the package arrived, I tore it open, and I SWEAR angels sang. I think it was Freebird. I immediately removed my "No Fat Chicks" shirt, and replaced it with this finery. Lemme tell you: AW YEAH.
I'll spare the details of my conquests since I started wearing this shirt; suffice to say, I'm swimming in a sea of babes the likes of which are usually found on those K-Tel infomercials. I'm also more confident at work, and expect to be promoted to cashier soon. I owe everything to this shirt (I should say "shirts", since I now own 23 of them)."
5.0 out of 5 stars Why can't Amazon have more stars? 5 ain't enough!, May 6, 2009
By T. Guymon "SonOfSpam" (Anaheim, CA)
"So I'm looking for threads that say, "Hey baby...I'm real boss!" when I stumble upon this epic creation. The wolves spoke to me in a language all their own; it was like German, Mongol, and Bitchin all mixed together. I mean, one wolf howlin at the moon is major...but three???
I ordered next-day air (if only there was same day!), and, of course, a size smaller than usual to ensure the closeness of the wolves to my chest hair. When the package arrived, I tore it open, and I SWEAR angels sang. I think it was Freebird. I immediately removed my "No Fat Chicks" shirt, and replaced it with this finery. Lemme tell you: AW YEAH.
I'll spare the details of my conquests since I started wearing this shirt; suffice to say, I'm swimming in a sea of babes the likes of which are usually found on those K-Tel infomercials. I'm also more confident at work, and expect to be promoted to cashier soon. I owe everything to this shirt (I should say "shirts", since I now own 23 of them)."
Best comments ever
In case I've missed to share this heartening comments and reviews (best I've ever-ever read) about the wolf-shirt here it is again. Trust me. It can never ever be watched too many times. CLICK
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Evolution of Dance vs. Evolution Of Dance Party 0-1
We've all seen this:
Then this came (maybe it's super old - I couldn't care less).
Then this came (maybe it's super old - I couldn't care less).
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Our Jamaican New Yorker
Unfortunately I’m still at the office late every evening or so. Fortunately our cleaner comes in and adds momentum to the crew working late. Well. He does it unintentionally. He’s about 40-65 (it is as hard to tell as it is difficult to tell whether an avocado is good or not by simple stares). He constantly wears his huge headphones and jams along to the same rhythm he swipes the floor. Or maybe it’s the music that sets the pace and the mop follows. Whenever you greet/ask/whatever him he just looks up with his big grin and delivers the same but distinctively Jamaican accent-fueled phrase along the lines of, “Ya man!” no matter what you just said. Then he jams on across the floor, unhurriedly swinging his body to the music. I bet it’s reggae.
YouTube: "This video may not be suitable for minors."
"Maybe people think I'm a pervert or something like that. And I like that!"
Yes, it will be part of Saturday
Oh, Ludde, you have no idea how correct you are. This song will be sung on Saturday more than once I guarantee you that. I bet you don't know Gabo either. Mr. Wilson. Enough said.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Wedding in Suezia, Saturday
Secretly flying back to Sweden on Thursday to attend one of my best friends wedding. I missed the bachelor party (still a virgin on those) but hell if a pond is gonna restrain me from celebrating in Gavle this Saturday. Quick flight home. Busy Friday, trip to the metropolis of Gavle and wedding Saturday back to Stockholm for rest of the Sunday and flying back early dawn Monday morning to New York. Been meaning to keep this info to myself, as a luring secret, the big surprise for everyone when I realized no one reads this and I’m pretty sure Ludde won’t tell – heck, he doesn’t even know Daniel. Isn’t that right, Mr. L? Secret kept.
Three nerds/geniuses recreate D-Day
Please. Watch this. It was so awesome and I would immediately remove my hat in their honor if I'd only have one on. Or please (!?). What am I doing*. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. Except maybe bring me a beer next time I want one. Now, CLICK*Asking is actually the correct term here. My mistake.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Amazingness summary
Catching up from last time. Friday. Obviously Erik arrived on the worse possible weekend ever. Indecently a lot to do at work that even made the sun hide from time to time. Physically left work approx five hours after I mentally checked out and united with the group for dinner. Joined the laughs as fast as I could and onto Tortilla Flats. For once it wasn’t as awesome as every single time it usually is. But we managed anyway. Heck, even Calle Schulman showed up and leveled our table from a standing position. Suddenly it was five am and quickly onwards to another place that closed its door in front of us. Squeezed in a mouth of pasta and then home with Erik. Don’t think neither one of us remember the tour of my apartment at six thirty.
Saturday. Woke up and off to lunch with Oskar and Patrik and just as the early party was about to kick off I left for work. “Hard work, focus, no internet and absolutely no Facebooking so we could leave at six” with AK quickly became eight thirty when I met Erik and Oskar for dinner at Felix. They were insanely drunk and I did my best to catch up. Don’t know why but we ended up at Tortilla Flats again and this time it reclaimed its reputation. Suddenly we were all standing at the weird Indian next to Oskar, ordering his vegetarian food and even more abruptly we were in Oskar’s apartment and he and Erik crashed at the moment of entering. Checked my watch and it wasn’t even one.
Sunday. Quickly went back to hang out and meet them both before their flight later that day and managed to visit Dino’s Party Place. A bar where the bartenders wear bikini and nothing more and doesn’t understand English. I was starving and asked if they had food and she replied with a string Russian accent, “yes, lager, draft…”
Saturday. Woke up and off to lunch with Oskar and Patrik and just as the early party was about to kick off I left for work. “Hard work, focus, no internet and absolutely no Facebooking so we could leave at six” with AK quickly became eight thirty when I met Erik and Oskar for dinner at Felix. They were insanely drunk and I did my best to catch up. Don’t know why but we ended up at Tortilla Flats again and this time it reclaimed its reputation. Suddenly we were all standing at the weird Indian next to Oskar, ordering his vegetarian food and even more abruptly we were in Oskar’s apartment and he and Erik crashed at the moment of entering. Checked my watch and it wasn’t even one.
Sunday. Quickly went back to hang out and meet them both before their flight later that day and managed to visit Dino’s Party Place. A bar where the bartenders wear bikini and nothing more and doesn’t understand English. I was starving and asked if they had food and she replied with a string Russian accent, “yes, lager, draft…”
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