tranny dancing is all the rage.

so apparently there is this crazy tranny man running around the city of New York dancing and singing in a skirt...fake boobs and all. Its been caught on tape a few times. He seems to lurk Coney Island...but has also been spotted in Times Square.





If anyone has any information on his location...I have a cash reward in my pocket. I need a good laugh drawing on someone elses humiliation....and I'm sure you need a new piece of bazooka gum.


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a few rules.

after being verbally assaulted by a copywriter that i have never met before with enough rage pent up to fill a twleve pack of trojan condoms after his nightly online WOW tournaments, I feel it necessary to let you guys (especially the new readers) know what this blog is about. I would call it bylaws...but thats not really the right word for it. Lets call it a safety warning shall we.

1. I am not taking the SATs nor am I writing my senior thesis paper when I sit down at my macbook to post a blog. I DO NOT need to impress anyone. With that said, you... my dear reader should not expect the genius literary styling of Hemmingway, TS Elliot or any other of the greats. If that bothers you...like, if the fact that I do not type out a full sentence to express my thoughts or capitalize when needed....bothers you...you may want to stop checking my blog everyday. Why dont I change? Because dear reader, we are not in high school anymore. I know the rules. And I dont have to prove that fact to you. Especially on a blog.

2. This is my blog. If you dont understand the way I write or the opinions I share, it's probably because you dont know me. And if you dont know me, there is no possible way you can judge me. If you need to express your anti thoughts about my blog posts, please write them in your journal at home. 

Dear Journal, 

Today I commented on someone eles's blog to show him  how cool I was and how much information I know. Im pretty sure I impressed his female readers with my wit and Shakespeare quotations. That always gets the ladies hot. And I think I won when I insulted his intelligence. I think I definitely put the nail in the coffin when I said I worked at a lot of agencies and I was better at advertising than he was. Yeah....that was good.::pist pump::

You see journal, blogging gives me that sense of security to talk sh*t from far far away that I never got in my small community college in the south. I may be back later to add another 500 word comment.We will see. In the mean time, Im gonna finish a few more rounds of Worlds of Witchcraft. Im about to save the elf princess.

 Luv, Douchbag McCoy. 

3. I do love comments. I do love opinions. However, what I love most, is my dignity. And I refuse to have that questioned in a forum such as internet blogging. If you are reading my blog, you should know that it is a pleasant mix of culture, stupidities, advertising, and news. Very little on this blog is about me or my personal life(for good reason). And if I do share my personal life...job, romantic, health, daily occurrences...its with the utmost sarcasm and entertainment that I can muster up at the time. If you are thinking that this blog in any way entitles you to judge me or even know the slightest thing about me, you (my dear copy writing friend) are a joke. This blog is not a forum for people to unload thier demeaning opinions (especially about yours truly). I will immediately ignore and delete them. 

I guess that's it. Im personally sad that I even had to take up a blog post with this nonsense.Its even more juvenile than that time I stole that pack of gushers from my best friend in 6th grade. And that exclamation mark image at the top right...vomit atrocious. This would've been an awesome place to putone of my infamous  nip slip posting. What a waste. 

This whole situation makes me feel like Kanye West. How lame.

And for the record, I love copywriters. its called sarcasm. 

Infact, I love everyone.  

WTF.

check this pimped out Mercedes worth $4.8 MILLION.




I know what your thinking. It must be the whip of some glamour whore.....say R.Kelly (mole and all) or Diddy or Beyonce. Nope. This car belongs to Prince Al Waleed from Saudi Arabia.
::head tilt to the side:::

So that's why gas prices are $5 a gallon. The states bought this for him. Well, you are NOT welcome sir.

stylish bluetooths give direct connect to god.

The concept of Bluetooths kinda baffles me. Unless you are in the car driving or a doctor always on call, I do not think that you are busy enough to wear a blinking, oh so cool, wireless earphone in your ear all day long. Plus, there is a fine line between crazy crackheads that talk to themselves and normal people who talk to themselves. And the star trek ear piece doesnt help define that line.

With that said, Jawbone offers a new stylish blue tooth that “blurring the lines between jewelry and headset.” So now...you can look like a stylish douche when your having such an important conversation that your pristine hands cannot hold the phone up to you ear. Good stuff no? I mean, the freakin hear piece is leather.

I know, I know...I'm riddled with sarcasm right now. But seriously...if these things make you look anything like the Messiah (and make your shirt disappear)...which they do to this young gentleman above, I'm in. I know my Dad is. He loves bluetooths.

I guess in the end...you have to ask yourself..What Would Jesus Do?

dumb ass antics.

David Blaine stayed under water for like 17 minutes the other day on the Oprah show. Why? Just cause.

BTW, our guest from out of town this weekend was David Blaine's assistant. Infact, when we were at that "gay bar" i mentioned a few posts ago, David descended from the ceiling from thin air. All, on beat. Kidding. But the kid really did work for him. Meaning, Im famous.



Oprah: "Things are happening like what?"
Dr Guy: He is in survival mood
Shaun: He is dieing.

In other celeb antics....Gary Coleman took his "wife" on divorce court. Classy. John Mayer becomes gayer, writing about his gay idea on his lame ass gay blog. And Rob Lowe's wife uses the "N" word...allegedly.

fundamentalist vogue.

So you may not be a big fan of polygamy. Or maybe your not into the whole underage girls being married off to 60 yr old skeeze bags. But you must admit....these Mormons sure can put together an out fit.

Stylin. Ready for the runway. And fierce to the bone. Italian inspired no doubt.

Chalmers...or God-ling?

I have to admit....my heart was in it for Kansas. Partially for my roommate (and the 1500 friends I have met through him who are all in some way or another affiliated with KU) and partially because its kinda a Cinderella story. So I watched hopefully. And it was a tight game overall. KU had a slim lead at the half. Toward the end of the second quarter things went array. In the lead, Memphis was fouled twice in a row.....only making one on the free throws. And lets not talk about the Memphis three pointer that was reviewed and then counted as a 2. The clock is dwindling down under a minute and in my head im like (damn KU was so close) and then my heart jumped out of my chest. Mario Chalmers launches a game tie 3 to take it to overtime. Divine intervention for the entire last 5 minutes before overtime. And I promise you I was on my feet, pumping my fist with a frenzy of excitement that I haven't encountered since the early 90's with the Knicks.

And it was a wrap after that. Memphis was broken. The state if Kansas erupted in a furry that has not been seen ever before. And I waved that mutha fuckin wheat. This is probably the closest I will ever be to a college affiliation that has a sports team to be proud of. So, I hearby induct myself into KU. But only for the day. Cause everyone knows that there are no black people in Kansas.

Just wheat. Ruby Slippers. And yellow brick roads. Oh, and awesome NCAA champions. And thier baby mommas.

"You better be goin to the NBA....Requanisha needs some new diapers"

...too far?

diverse ads.

According to these....I WILL get a job eventually. I might have to do a lil gig and tap dance for the massa......But we shall see. 

Or I can become a professional runner.

More to come...stay tuned.