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I'm a pretty big fan of going to Bodega in the Short North of Columbus, Ohio on Friday afternoons to partake in the BEST HAPPY HOUR EVER... half-price drafts from 4-8, mostly awesome beers that you can't find anywhere else.

My favorite part? The abundance of skinny jeans and headbands. And plaid. So much plaid. And from this fashion, we get LATFH.COM. Seriously, one of the best things EVER.

And, I'm not one to be one-sided, so here's (what I can only assume to be) a rebuttal to the site, which speaks to some of my other favorite haunts, Ugly Tuna Saloona and The O Patio (alternatively named The Bro Frattio): lookatthisdouchebag.com.

PERFECT.

Christmas Present 1

The best part? There is no way that this is a coincidence because it is TOO PERFECT. Someone PROGRAMMED this stuff to happen.

Why I lost interest in my hamster

My hamster couldn't play instruments:

Talk to the moose.

This commercial is playing ad nauseam on TV right now. Try not to pee your pants at the 20 second mark.

Kitten Mittons-- the best typo ever

I always lose it when the cat tries to cross the table.

Rad Bromance... Best Use of Lip Gloss, 2009

This is one of those things that unemployed people think of while stoned, and then call their other unemployed friends to help them make. It has almost 800,000 views, though... unfortunately, that does not equal salary plus benefits. Click "full screen" to get full creepy Lady GaGa bathtub eye action at the 2:00 mark.

1965. Shea Stadium. The Beatles win the Super Bowl...

If this is how much things can change in 1000 years, I truly have no confidence in anything my dinosaur professor says.

Happy Smallpoxgiving!

Land theft, rape, and wars are so much CUTER when reenacted by kindergardeners with speech impediments!

Why youtube should have an age limit

Sometimes, God just doesn't want you to do a virtual stuffed animal dog show.

I think I see Kirsten Dunst in the third row

I realize that this is just an invitation for N. Korea to aim their missiles or whatever they're hiding straight to Columbus, OH. I don't care though, because THIS VIDEO should have played during the credits of Bring It On. Just wait until North Compton finds out they stole their routine.

Like the shoelaces on a dirty latchkey kid

I don't watch the Rachel Zoe Project regularly. But I watched it once, and that was enough to tell that this is pretty much what happens in every episode.

Betty! Sally! Susie! Jane.

Recently, I've really gotten into the videos from the guys over at The Outside Joke. Here are two of my favorites (in lieu of me studying for my dinosaurs midterm [yes, I'm taking a class about dinosaurs]):

Because cats are girls and dogs are boys

The January Jones episode from last night was pretty dull, except for this instructional video from the 1950s, which had some of the best quotes of the night:

Name What's Wrong Here, Volume 1

There's a game we're going to play here (by "we," I mean future readers, as I haven't given the URL of this blog to anyone yet), and that's called "Name What's Wrong Here." This will be a collection of moments that just make you ask, "why?". Well I say, "why not?", which brings us to this gentleman:

Manichest Destiny: Westward Hoes

Living on one of the largest college campuses in the country means that there are tons of bars, and this in turn means that there is a huge need for creative advertising. What do college dudes like? Drink specials. And boobs. And what do a lot of midwestern college students like? Singing along to "Sweet Home Alabama" and "Country Roads." Thus, we get this gem of an advertisement:

You need salt to make water boil

Why is this show not on television anymore? Oh, Sophia... you're such an old soul.

Donut glasses, donut glasses

Anyone who knows me knows I love a good reality show. Or a bad reality show. Add some Lady Gaga, and I'm sure to DVR it. This is an oldie, but a goodie (I also hate that phrase).

mylifeisalittleaboveaverage.com

Okay, so I always try to do a blog, and then it fails. Except for my high school xanga, which was amazing.

But then, I got this post on my facebook:

Mallory Jane: I almost went through your wall and "liked" everything. You need to start a real .com and blog about life and get paid for it. For real.

And although I don't have crazy dreams about people throwing money at me for my written thoughts (although I guess that would be the career of "writer" and maybe isn't so crazy), she's got a point. I'm a pretty funny bastard sometimes, when I try.

So maybe I'll try, we can all watch my GPA go down a few points, and hopefully you can get some laughs out of it.

I already hate myself for doing this, because I know I'll post three things today, one thing tomorrow, and two weeks later discover that I haven't written anything because of midterms.