From the monthly archives:

December 2009

So Long 2009

by Commodore on December 31, 2009

That’s it for the first decade of the 21st century (Well not technically.  Technically, the decade ends after 2010.  Just like the first year of the millenium was 2001, not 2000.  Think about it, in the first year of A.D.  After 365 days it was 1 A.D.  After the 9th year it was 9 A.D. and after the 10th year it was exactly 10 years since we started counting.  A decade done.  After the 100th year it was 100 years gone.  After the 2000th year (aka the entire year which we called 2000) it was 2 milleniums in the book.  So finishing 2009 is just finishing up the 9th year of the first decade of the 3rd millenium.  WTF, right? 

Well, fuck it, I’m not hear to go against the status quo.  You can’t fight culture.  So join me in turning our back on the first “decade” of this young millenium.  We’ll catch you on the flip side.  Hope you’ve enjoyed, despised, loved and hated our work throughout the year.  We’ll face you again in 2010.

- Browtf

See ya '09

See ya '09

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Blood Alcohol Content of 0.708

by Commodore on December 31, 2009

Yes, you are

Yes, you are

Right or wrong, everyone thinks they’re “fine” when it comes to getting behind the wheel of a car after a few drinks or a few too many.  It comes with the activation of the “hero gene” that alcohol consumption triggers.  But all drunken logic has its limit.  This is one of them.

South Dakota authorities say a woman found passed out in a stolen delivery van earlier this month registered a blood alcohol content of .708 — nearly nine times the legal limit and a possible record for the state.

Problem number 1, South Dakota, is that you called this thing a record.  Now everyone in the state knows what they have to shoot for to break the record.  Show a human a record and I’ll show you 18 people trying to break it.  I did some rudimentary calculations using assumptions about this woman’s weight and metabolism rate on beertown.org and figured out that to get to a BAC of .708 she would have had to consume 24 beers (or so).  After 24 beers, one shouldn’t be blinking let alone stealing vans.

She was being held on two counts of driving under the influence.

Why the two charges?  Is there a level of intoxication where you are slapped with another ticket?  Is it kind of like a luxury tax? WTF.

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Tasers Sure Are Fun

by Commodore on December 30, 2009

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Officer Pedota's cat

It’s been a while since we had a taser happy cop firing away like Rambo having a seizure.  I’m happy to say that a cop has obliged us in the most ridiculous manner in Browtf history…and seizures are a part of it.

A suburban Chicago police officer Tasered a man 11 times while he was having a diabetic seizure, and the 56 seconds of needlessly inflicted electric shock, “inflicted … while he was lying unresponsive on the floor of his bedroom, permanently scarred [him] and caused him neurological damage that has not abated.”

I guess you can never be too careful, right?  But seriously, do you know how long 56 seconds is?  Look at a clock and watch the second hand for 56 seconds and you’ll get an idea of how long 56 seconds is.  The cops that beat Rodney King probably would have leaned in after 44 seconds and said, “Ok, that’s getting a bit excessive now.”

When the EMTs asked the cops to help them move Lassi from where he was lying on the floor, Lassi says, one of his “arms flailed during his diabetes-induced seizure, striking officer Darren Pedota. At no time did Mr. Lassi intentionally strike or offensively touch Pedota.”  Lassi says Pedota responded by Tasering him 11 times, for nearly a minute, as he lay helpless.

I dare someone to go up behing Officer Pedota and pop a sandwich bag.  I am picturing the street shootout scene from Heat breaking out.

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For The Price Of 2 Drinks In A NYC Club

by Commodore on December 29, 2009

Come on, people

Come on, people

You could have your very own baby!  Not a Japanese toy baby that cries, shits itself and keep you up all night, I’m talking a real live baby.

A couple was charged Friday with trying to sell their 2-month-old baby for $30 in a store parking lot, authorities said.

Even Sam’s Club would take that back for more money, even without a receipt.  $30?  How strapped for cash and how short sighted are you that you would sell your flesh and blood for a KFC party pack?

Robert G. Ellingson, 23, approached two people in the PetSmart parking lot and offered them a beer. When they refused, he offered to sell his child, Escambia County Sheriff’s officials said.

That’s an interesting raise on the ante. 

- Hey, you wanna rent a movie?
- No, I’m kind of busy.
- You wanna build a space rocket instead?

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There’s Gotta Be A Better Name

by Commodore on December 28, 2009

Ta daaaa!

Ta daaaa!

Dear World,

The Blow Job.  There isn’t a job on this planet that a man would rather have.  Actor.  Ball player.  Czar of the galaxy.  None of them compare to “The Job of the Blow”.  But where on earth does the term come from?  Some say it has to do with jazz musicians in the 1950’s describing a woman conducting fellatio as “playing the skin flute”.  A flute is blown into, and the act does take a bit of work, so they came up with “Blow Job”.

Some people say that the term comes from Victorian England. I am told that at that time, folks would refer to women of questionable character as “blowsy?” It’s not hard to connect the dots from there.

Others pass the naming torch to none other than Samuel Clemens (a.k.a Mark Twain) as coining the phrase “below job.” By Mississippi riverboat vernacular, “get b’low” meant to “get below deck”.  It is also the reference to where the female’s head ends up when giving oral sex.

Three grotesquely different answers that couldn’t be further apart, like the points of an equilateral triangle.  Whatever the etymology behind the statement actually is, it’s flawed and I’m here to fix it.

It starts with the word “blow”.  It couldn’t be more incorrect.  At what is definitely the most important dramatic scene in the movie Spaceballs (that fact that I’m arguing about a dramatic scene in this movie means that you should just concede this point to me), Lord Helmut’s giant galactic vacuum cleaner is sucking the air off an entire planet.  And everyone is yelling, “Suck!  Suck!  Suck!”  But then something happens.  Lonestar uses the force and flips the switch on the giant maid making her action go from suck…to blow!  The 2 words are polar opposites.  Antonyms.  Spaceballs says so.  And if you had to pick one of the two, “suck” is a much more appropriate verb than “blow” is when describing the act of fellatio, no?

In fact, Encarta’s World dictionary has these definitions for suck.

suck (verb)

1.            to draw the liquid out of something with the mouth
2.            to hold something in the mouth and make movements with the tongue and lips as if drawing liquid out of it
3.            to consume something by making it slowly dissolve in the mouth, rolling the tongue around it and making pulling movements with the cheeks and lips
4.            to draw something out of a container (often passive)
5.            to pull or draw something somewhere with a powerful or irresistible force

(noun)  an act of sucking something

Are you kidding me?!  Pretty much every single one of those definitions could be a “How It Works” description of a blow job.  Quite frankly, the first two could be in the “How To” directions.

So now we have “suck job”.  This is a much more accurate portrayal of the deed but it’s still not 100% accurate.  “Job” sounds too official and mundane.  Jobs should be the daily makeup of someone’s career, not the title of a sexual act. (Now, if you’re giving head for a living, feel free to call it whatever you would like).  Conducting fellatio is more of a task than a job.  Tasks can be a challenge that must be accomplished quickly and excitedly, like, “I can finish a suck task quicker than anyone,” or an assignment too annoying to undertake, such as, “If you think I’m gonna perform a suck task tonight, you’re out of your friggin mind.”

Now, sticking 3 inches of a 6-inch meat cylinder in your mouth while trying to keep your mandibles clear of the skin like you were playing Operation, but somehow making your lips into a penis sheath, is not an easy task.  And someone grabbing your hair, trying to aid inches 4, 5 and 6 in, forcing inches 1, 2, and 3 to push down your esophagus (or sometimes windpipe) while hot gooey liquid can shoot into your mouth without any warning, sounds like a recipe for disaster (and I don’t envy you), but it is just a task nonetheless.1

But for us boys, the task you are providing is no task on our end.  It’s entertainment.  It is a vacation.  We actually sit there and think, “Holy shit, my penis is in someone’s mouth.  This is awesome.”  It feels like a gift. It feels like a treat.  Yeah, a treat.  That’s it!  Suck treats.  “Suck treats” is much more telling of the gift we receive.  “Dude, I got the best suck treat last night!”  And ladies, if we call it that, we might appreciate them even more because we know that we shouldn’t receive treats all the time.

So to clarify, girls accomplish “suck tasks”.2  Boys receive “suck treats”.  Let’s get these terms in heavy rotation, please.

Sincerely,

Browtf

1After all, you refer to man’s attempted navigation of the clitoris labyrinth as “eating out” like it was as simple as grabbing a sandwich “to go” from Denny’s.  It’s more like eating at the restaurant of You’re Never Going To Order The Right Thing.  Or it’s sometimes referred to as “going down on you”, like we merely had to duck behind a couch in a game of hide-and-seek.  No, it’s like hiding behind a couch for hide-and-seek and finishing a mensa quiz while spinning on our heads.

2Except for whores.  Whores who LOVE finishing suck tasks almost as much as guys love receiving them (you know you’re out there, ladies) can’t call it a task anymore, it’s too fun for them. They too have to say that they give the best suck treats because God knows who’s enjoying the act more.  Girlfriends/Wives who do it simply because it’s part of the committed relationship charter, can refer to them as “suck projects”. More annoying than a task but not as demoralizing as a job.

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This Seems Necessary

by Commodore on December 25, 2009

What's wrong with this picture?

What's wrong with this picture?

While you’re out enjoying some holiday egg nog with your family and opening some gifts, I’m pretty sure that you forgot to get this for your dog.  Shame on you.

Is your dog in heat and humping anything it can wrap its horny little legs around? Are you constantly having to pry your promiscuous pooch off the legs of guests, parents and members of your church? Protect your leg from a hump attack by getting Scruffy a Hotdoll. Yes, it’s a sex doll for dogs. It’s shaped like a dog and it’ll allow your tension-filled pet to go to town as much as his little heart desires, humping away until he passes out in exhaustion, leaving a wispy coil of friction-singed dog-fur smoke wafting into the air.

A wispy coil of friction-singed dog-fur smoke wafting into the air.  How lovely. (quote from Gizmodo, btw). It’s nice to see how far we’ve come.  I couldn’t think of one thing someone could buy that would tell you more about their inability to be a stand up human being, other than a sex toy for their dog.  Ok, someone who bought slaves out of an Eastern European shipping container could be another purchased good that would lead me to the same conclusion, but you get my point. 

Then again, this product is brought to us by the French, and they invented French kissing, French maids, menage a trois, mistresses, carte blanche, Cul-de-sacs, and the like.  Maybe they’re on to something…C’est la vie.

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Merry Christmas

by Commodore on December 24, 2009

She is wearing red.

Ho ho ho

Ho ho ho

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Because Everything Is News

by Commodore on December 23, 2009

Where this news story should have gone

Where this news story should have gone

I wonder what would have to happen in the course of human history for a reporter to see something and say, “Ah, no one needs to know about that.”  I am still waiting for that moment.  I thought this story provided a perfect storm of literary abandonment, but lo and behold…

Police arrested two men after they stole a lizard from an animal hospital and tried to pawn it for alcohol.

That’s the essence of the story.  Yes we later learn that the 44-year-old and the 18-year old tried to pawn it at not one but TWO (!) liquor stores, however I don’t think that part is an “Ohhh, what’s in the box?!” type story moment that you just needed to be privy to.

The lizard, known as “Big,” is back at the veterinary clinic.

I can sleep now.

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Stupid and Stupider

by Commodore on December 22, 2009

The research and the article

The research and the article

Sometimes news article have to dumb things down and over simplify statements to ensure that they do not ”lose” any of their readership on the way to the point of the story.  Making something readable for pre-school dropouts is one thing, but writing something so that an alien baby can try to understand our culture is a bit over kill.

Physical attractiveness can have a significant impact on a woman’s life.

Can?  That’s the best auxilliary verb you could find for that sentence?  Weren’t comfortable with saying “does”?  Did you forget you were writing to humans who know damn well what a woman’s attractiveness gets her in life?  It’s like saying, “The earth can spin on its axis.”

Previous research has found that attractive individuals are more likely to get ahead in their jobs and bosses are more likely to treat good-looking staff more favourably.

Who is getting this research funded?  Are you serious?  Was this funded by the “Open Your Fucking Eyes” Research Grant?

Men and women also rate physical attractiveness as one of the most important traits when looking for a mate.  Other important traits include breast size, height, body symmetry, muscularity and waist-to-hip ratio.

The first sentence is horrifically rudimentary and doesn’t need to be stated.  If people don’t know this, they need to get back to the primordial soup.  And the 2nd sentence?  Beyond physical attractiveness the next important traits are boobs, body shape, height, and everything else about her physical make-up?  Physical attractiveness can’t be  the most important thing and simultaneously the top 5 most important things we find attractive in a mate otherwise supermodels would be rich and men would spend all their money trying to hump any bimbo with the brain function of galvanized steel. Oh wait…

Anyhow, the point of this research and the article was to tell us that,

Despite the perceptions of fashion magazines, researchers have found that most people do not find leggy women all that attractive.

This “research” is clearly hogwash.  Who are “most” and what hobbit village do they live in?  Everyone likes long legs on a girl.  If you don’t, you also hate puppies.  I read that somewhere.

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You Asked For It

by Commodore on December 21, 2009

A wily little sucker

Nice costume

The easiest articles to write on here are the ones that write themselves.  Like this one.

A Greek man dressed in animal hide was mistakenly shot dead while out hunting wild boar for a Christmas dinner. The shooters are thought to have been confused by the fact the victim was disguised in dark goat skins, which are used to camouflage and to mislead their prey.

Is it really necessary to be that visually compelling while trying to trick a boar as to your true identity?  I mean, it’s a boar, not a Naavi.  Next time just call in few Texans and a chopper.  They’ll gun down some boar for you and you can stop hunting pigs Apocalypto style.

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