Rarely am I ever compelled to write a synopsis of the casual goings-on across the pop culture
spectrum, but this, the first week of May, created a Wocket
in my cerebral Pocket
Let’s start off with Swine Flu; as good a place to start as any, I’d imagine…
Well, it seems the panic has worn off. Yes, we’re still hearing about it and discussing the effects of the massive memetic brain-queef which we were all temporarily subjected to.
Evidently, “pandemic” status is much less serious than we‘ve come to expect from watching zombie movies. Swine Flu will probably be around forever, but as of now, it’s no where near as fucking serious as the plain old boring influenza.
What an interesting and terrifying several weeks of obsessive hand-washing.
Let’s move on to the strange story of Hoppus Day.
A Brazilian Blink-182 fan site declared May the Third a day in honor of Mark Hoppus, the band’s bassist.
Aside from having a notorious Peter Pan complex and having habitual tour-sex with Tom DeLonge, what has Mark Hoppus done to achieve such notoriety?
Not that I would classify being glory-holed*
by a Brazilian website as a momentous accomplishment, but the fact that it was immediately spread all over the internets and social networking sites like swine flu hysteria.
has enabled me to celebrate two wonderful things this week.
1. Star Wars Day–May 4th (May the Fourth Be With You)
–Since the release of the new STAR TREK
film, many good-humored Trekkers have been posting their Star Trek/Star Wars
misconceptions, jokes, japes, and mockeries. It has been quite an afternoon.
Last, but definitely not least, the nude pictures of Rihanna
that leaked onto the internets within the last couple of hours.
I’m not sure who found the pics first, who published them the fastest, or what the paranormal impenetrable soulless force-field that surrounds Perez Hilton
is that makes him so un-fucking-likable…but regardless, they’re here, and now we can all share a communal boner just like we did when Vanessa Hudgens’
perky tits sprung into the blogosphere
In case you haven’t seen these pics, here’s a few:
Perez Hilton lives for moments like this...and to make sure celebrities know he's better than them.
I knew "..under my umbrella" was a metaphor.
Psh...who watches TMZ anyway?
Beat THAT, Chris Brown! ...oh...wait.
So yes, we have this posted on the Contact Us page (or at least we used to…) but I’d like to OFFICIALLY announce to the world our Super Dudes Power Squad Drunk Dial Line. We’ve all done it, its okay. But instead of calling your Ex, or that long lost friend, call us instead! We’ll share the best messages with the world in future blogs, and maybe even put up a new page for it if we get enough messages. Come on, give it a try. It’ll be fun, I promise!
It’s fun AND easy….
1) Save 215–253-8337 (it spells out 215-25-Dudes…or…215-BJ-Dudes….hmmm) in your contacts, maybe as DRUNK or Super Dudes or something that’ll catch your attention while drunk
2) Get drunk.
3) Call us and leave a message!
4) Feel satisfied.
5) Forget about it tomorrow morning
6) Be horrified when you hear yourself on our site a week later.
It’s like magic. It’s somewhat magical!
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