Become A Newscaster - No Intelligence Needed

So when your job is to read what is presented to you on a teleprompter with fake emotion, I guess you don't have to actually realize what you are reading - you just read.


That's why you are there, to look good as you tell us viewers the news, as you read it off the teleprompter. Please don't waste any brain activity on thinking about what is on the teleprompter.

This guy headed the above advice, I just wonder if he ever got to fill in for the main reporter again...



Well, maybe he enjoyed Anchorman as much as I did and this was just his ode to Will Ferrell.
Here is the original teleprompter mishap from that great movie.

Even Sir Charles Barkley got hit with Teleprompter Hypnosis, but he realizes it immediately and rolls with it.

Thank you and good night,
[insert name here].


Spray Tan = Loser In A Can

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For the love of God, somebody please let me know exactly when the ‘Astro-boy’ look became popular with Ginos? ‘Spiky hair’ is supposed to be a generalization, isn’t it?

P.S. - I got 50 bucks that says at least one of these guys is named Carlos.

P.S.S. - Thank god pink shirt dude in the back decided to raise his arms, so we can all get a glimpse of just how gay that shirt really is.

P.S.S.S. - What is with the gay-ass gang sign? Looks like they are The Doves. I'm real scared...

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I wonder if they have competitions to see who can get their hair the spikiest? I guess this shot was taken on spiky hair and striped shirt day. Somebody needs to tell spiky at bottom right to ‘pop his collar’. He ain’t fitting in. Notice the lack of available/interested girls. ‘Nuff said.

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When I first looked at this shot, my only thought was ‘what’s with the lips?’ - I figured maybe they were all hamming it up for the camera? My second thought was ‘hey cool, guy on the left is like a Gino mini me!’. My third thought was ‘does that hairstyle really impress anyone? No, seriously, I mean ANYONE?’

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Not all Gino’s are skinny. Some are steroid-enhanced rage-a-holics who will tear your brain out of your nose for looking at their girlfriends. They too are fans of spray tan, and believe that the words ’say cheese’ really mean ‘glare at me fiercely, and try to give me cancer with your eyes’. He's probably just mad at the fact that he can't get the manlove of his dreams with pecs as big as his.

Where the heck does a guy find a mega-scoop neck anyways? Probably the same place you get spray tan.

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Spiky hair, big man, little shirt, superman belt buckle. My work here is done. Steroids are awesome.

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This is a rare shot of a young Gino prior to his first steroid injection. Notice the soft quaff of hair just waiting to be sharpened into lethal spikes, the pert and pouty lips, the bronzing of the skin, the twin cubic zirconia’s in each ear, the neck pendant, the pack of Marlboro’s… This is a blue chip Gino prospect people. He’ll one day command a vast army of Gino warriors into battle. Ironically, this is also what most prison bitches look like.

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Nothing makes a Gino look cooler than a bottle of Grey Goose yo. Except for maybe some spiky hair, a spray tan, a big watch, a pendant, a pouty stare, and a wrist strap that says ‘this is an all-ages party, but I’m one of only 12 people here that can drink legally’.

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Sylvester Stallone’s ugly cousin bumped into our favorite blonde He-man Gino, and brought his Gino-Emo (Gimo?) buddy along for a picture. Now He-man doesn’t have to be the only guy in the photo with a decidedly homo-sexual shirt on, but he is still clearly upset at repressing his man-love desires.

Somebody needs to find and rescue this poor girl.

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If only this car would back up. Quickly. Funny thing is, this l’il Gino probably had sex with some poor dumb teenager as a direct result of taking this photo. Surprising in that his collar wasn’t even popped!

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Ahhh.. There we go. Collars - popped. Hair - mad spiked. Eyebrows - plucked to perfection. Lips - Pouty and pink. Head- cocked to near perfect 65 degree

angle… Guys like this used to get beat up routinely when I was in high school. Something very wrong must be occurring within today’s youth.

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Honestly, I couldn’t STAGE a better young-Gino pic! Hair is super spiked!! Pout is in full on GO mode, and the bronzer has been judiciously applied. Notice the gold chains in full view, and the fact that pretty boy doesn’t need to bother with such trifling social constructs as ’shirts’. Closer inspection will reveal sunglasses tucked in the right pocket (most likely Channel or Armani), as well as a ‘wad’ of greasy bills in his left hand. Assuredly, neither prop is there by happenstance. As in: ‘Eh Franco, waitaminute.. take another picture Franco, but dis time lemme get a wad of freakin’ bills in my hand, and I wanna make sure my shades and medallions are visible. Should I unzip furda? Furda? Maybe even a l’il furda?’

What’s in the bags you ask? Why jumpsuits of course!

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Ok, once you get over laughing at the human jack-o-lantern on the left, take a look at buddy boy on the right. He’s thinking- ‘Damn, I’m so pale. I wonder if I can get down with some o’ dat spray tan - and get the girls to chase after ME for a change?’

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Boo-yah.

L’il dude even got a l’il Bling on too. Go git ‘em son.

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Am I the only person whose eyes went straight to Mr. Pink Jacket? I think I must be going crazy. Why isn’t anyone else pointing at his head and laughing? And how is it that he has a girl that is willing to be seen, nay. photographed with his nasty orange ass? Speaking of that…. It must look awfully odd where the orange stops and the white begins, no? The two couples on the right must be REAL happy that their lifelong graduation photos will include photos of the Gino brothers, and their razor sharp hairstyles.

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At what point does one finally admit to themselves- ‘I may be addicted to spray tanning’. Notice how Carrot face on the left still elected to sport the ‘bling’ over the suit. Classy.

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No need for words here. Guys that shave their armpits, flex for photos, and wear Puma headbands to clubs make life full of smiles.

Thanks to FrankinCool for this great article.

Keeping it real-er than most of these guys,

Dizzle.

Who Wants To Be A Wedding Singer?

Seriously, who really aspires to be a wedding singer?

It doesn't seem like a wonderful destination on a musical career - it is barely even the first pee break on that journey.

As a wedding singer, you have limited options on what you can play (I'm sure it is difficult to completely eliminate the Bird Dance song), but like the guys in the video below you can at least spice things up a little.




You do have to be careful with what you do though - if you suck bad enough
the Taliban may come after you.
How bad would your skills be to have people beat you?

Now only if we could issue that same punishment on lame wedding DJs...

Riding the crazy train,
Dizzle.

There is a God!

Saint Arnold Icon poster My apologies for the long hiatus in posting, but I've been recently inspired to restart my ranting, I hope you approve.


As many of you who know me will attest, although I'm not a religious person, I am in fact a very spiritual person - evidenced by my constant praying to save me from the pain that excessive drinking will assert the following day.

Well, I've now researched futher evidence that there is divine intervention at work in our world - praise be to Saint Arnold the Patron Saint of Brewers.

He worked hard to keep his patronage from drinking unhealthy water and switch to the greatness of beer. He has convinced me even after 1400 years of death, what a great man.

It also seems that this message has been found by some great priests too. If I ever were allowed back into a church (more on that in another post), then I'd probably attend this service. Although I don't know if they'd agree that my beer helmet is actually religious headdress (but if I could get them to annoint it, it might actually be a religious headdress).

Peace be to you, bitches.



Dizzle.