The Rogue Stitch

From the U.S. of A-mazing:

Sitting here in Paris, on the eve of Bastille Day, I can't help but miss the States and all the "good humor" that comes with the territory. Now I know most of the recent Stitch posts have read like a travelogue, so I'm gonna revert to classical form here and throw some mindless links at you, hoping to bring a smile to all those faces. Remeber, it's for the kids. Expect a roundhouse kick right to the dome, perhaps a jab at my favorite pundit, something reminiscent of Vermont, and a story about a big friggin' spider:

New drinking game: drink every time the announcer says "Chuck Norris."

and WTF! deadly dolphins?



Gotta love cartoons from 1986 with ruthless Super Ninjas. Get this: in one episode the Claw floods Amsterdam and Chuck flies in to save the day, hanging from his personal helicopter while waiving nunchaku. Turns out Chuck doesn't need a co-pilot (or health insurance for that matter). Oh yeah, there's a clip of the show up on Youtube.

Adam Corolla hung up on Ann Coulter. Priceless. I'm guessing this wasn't the first time some gave her the wrong number.



Bonus moment from the audio clip: Sarah Silverman asking Ann "why such a long face?"

If you have 45min to kill, might I suggest this video clip: How not to get arrested.



Now, I don't which came first--this public service announcement or Super Troopers--but the similarity between the opening scenes is undeniable. Jesus, it smells like Bob Marley's ass in here. You kids been tokin' the reefer, or what?

Ari Gold at his finest. I admit I'm a fan of Entourage--but did they have to make him a Michigan Law grad?! Oh wait, yeah they did. Hugging it out since 2004.



Writer-Director Kevin Smith, aka Silent Bob, talking about his work on Superman Lives before Tim Burton decided to pull him off the project. Jon Peters is a friggin' nut, btw. Could you imagine the film as he wanted it to be?



This is a horse, and these are 34 points by which you can tell it's a horse. This guy, on the other hand, is an idiot and the clip is one sure-fire way to tell that he is an idiot. Thank god most shows have producers, otherwise he'd still be pointing out the bushy tail, the big teeth, and the hooves of a moth. Yes, a moth (which he first calls a butterfly).



Finally, he's no Rachel Ray, no Bobby Flay; he's the Profane Gourmet. You can tell he makes a mean sauce by the guinea 'stache on his lip. Enjoy.

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