Awesome (even though f them for making fun of the best show ever): Club in New Orleans Bans Jersey Shore Clothes
Republic nightclub in New Orleans has a sign on the door that reads, "If it's on Jersey Shore it's not coming through the door: No Affliction, No Ed Hardy, No Christian Audigier, No Exceptions."
[via Vulture]
American author J.D. Salinger passed away yesterday at the age of 91. Most famous for his definitive coming-of-age novel "Catcher in the Rye," Salinger was similarly known for his self-imposed life of "recluse."
But success, once it arrived, paled quickly for him. He told the editors of Saturday Review that he was “good and sick” of seeing his photograph on the dust jacket of “The Catcher in the Rye” and demanded that it be removed from subsequent editions. He ordered his agent to burn any fan mail.
With all the time he had by himself, though, Salinger also ...
You'd think they'd choose pot, what with all those beautiful views of the Earth and everything from up there, but, hey, to each their own - NASA finds cocaine in shuttle hangar [thnx Zoe]
I don't know if it's humanly possible, but this video might even be better than the show itself:
Obviously, I'm kidding...nothing is better than the show itself. Well, maybe like "Citizen Kane" or something like that, but you'd have to put up pretty much a perfect argument on Kane's behalf because this stuff is pure poetry.
If you agree, I'd also recommend FUCK YEAH, JERSEY SHORE and then proceed to say goodbye to a solid hour of your life.
[via dlisted]
Finally, because it never gets old, here's Snickers getting punched in the face one more time:
Every time I've tried to watch Jimmy Fallon do "Late Night," it's turned into me changing the channel and swearing to never watch it again due to his otherworldly awkwardness in front of the camera. Now, the following is not quite enough to change my stance, but it is certainly a start:
F'ing brilliant.
[via Late Night with Jimmy Fallon]
Just brilliant writing, and this is just an excerpt:
"I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I'm about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it's gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There's a nip ...
Can you believe that such free/hilarious speech as depicted below, considered completely appropriate when published 70 years ago, would be considered "inappropriate" in today's society?! Where have our rights as Americans gone?
Oh yeah, well I guess it's kinda sexist. But it's still hilarious isn't it?!
For more sexist vintage advertisements, hit up here and here.
[via oobject & The Stupid Net]
Republic nightclub in New Orleans has a sign on the door that reads, “If it’s on Jersey Shore it’s not coming through the door: No Affliction, No Ed Hardy, No Christian Audigier, No Exceptions.”
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