Don't just recreate one photo, MAKE A CALENDAR!
These three brothers took photo recreation to the next level by making an entire calendar for their mom! Check out their entire spread! Happy Friday!
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These three brothers took photo recreation to the next level by making an entire calendar for their mom! Check out their entire spread! Happy Friday!
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It's been a while since I've actually laughed at an SNL skit but I think that they did a wonderful Christmas spoof off of NPR's latest and greatest Serial Podcast.
I just finished the podcast yesterday and will post my thoughts on another day. Did I enjoy it, yes. I also loved listening to it using Overcast.
I hope that they didn't spoil all the funny parts in this awesome trailer. Just great to see Jeff Daniels in this character after all the seriousness in Newsroom. http://youtu.be/lGXHVlEklgQ
This isn't about my personal story but I will admit, I've had instances and small wars with my bowels. In fact, I know of quite a few other pilots with similar stories that started off with a hot wing eating contest the night before a 10 hr day. I couldn't have written a better story with as much visual commentary so I leave it to you Mr. Financial Banker. An except from a Goldman Sachs most embarrassing private plane ride.
I manage to peel back the leather seat top to find a rather luxurious looking commode, with a nice cherry or walnut frame. It had obviously never been used, ever. Why this moment of clarity came to me, I do not know. Perhaps it was the realization that I was going to take this toilet's virginity with a fury and savagery that was an abomination to its delicate craftsmanship and quality. I imagined some poor Italian carpenter weeping over the violently soiled remains of his once beautiful creation. The lament lasted only a second as I was quickly back to concentrating on the tiny muscle that stood between me and molten hot lava.
I reach down and pull up the privacy screens, with only seconds to spare before I erupt. It's an alka-seltzer bomb, nothing but air and liquid spraying out in all directions – a Jackson Pollock masterpiece. The pressure is now reversed. I feel like I'm going to have a stroke, I push so hard to end the relief, the tormented sublime relief.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." My apologies do nothing to drown out the heinous noises that seem to carry on and reverberate throughout the small cabin indefinitely. If that's not bad enough, I have one more major problem. The privacy screen stops right around shoulder level. I am sitting there, a disembodied head, in the back of the plane, on a bucking bronco for a toilet, all while looking my colleagues, competitors, and clients directly in the eyes. "Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!" briefly comes to mind.
^^^ hot lava!!! :) I died about there.
It's Monday and it's Labor Day so I decided to celebrate the Monday's with a random video. My good friend Jeremiah shared this with me a week back and it's been entertaining! It's actually a great YouTube series. I found it outrageous and over the top, but if laughs is what you need, especially if you're working on this Labor Day, I'm sure that this will do it! What are your thoughts?