Live forever? No thanks!

The other day Skip Dickford told me he read an article about aging and a few things really stood out to him. The article stated that in the next five years someone would be born who would live to 200 years old. I know you are astonished, but if that isn't shocking enough the article also said that in the next twenty years someone would be born that would make it to a 1000 years old. Holyshit, can you say Highlander? Then again I guess these people aren't immortal. I mean a gun could still kill these old bastards. Hell you can kill most grandmas by yelling at them, but this is definitely interesting. I pressed Skip for the facts or where he read it, but all he could say was he read it the same day he had Fruity Pebbles for breakfast. Yabba, Dabba, doo, I would like to make it to 200. Then again, I don't know if the people who have figured all this out have realized the major flaw in living a long time. As you age your nose and ears continue to grow. Being that I was born with a huge nose and dumbo ears, if I live anywhere past my 41st birthday, odds are I won't be able to lift my head off the table from the shear weight of my nose hair alone, not to mention the fact my ears will probably suffocate me in my sleep. Think about how freakish the world will be with all these huge nosed old people running around. It would be like living in Germany circa 1938. No thanks.
Old person

Watch Old Bandit Run...

In 1977, Universal Pictures released a film about the greatest American folk-hero to ever drive a Trans-Am: Smokey and the Bandit. In it, Burt Reynolds plays Bo "Bandit" Darville, the best truck driver of his time. The film follows the Bandit after he gets hired by a rich Texas oilman to escort a truck full of Coors beer from Texas to Georgia for a BBQ. Many of you will read that and think that it's a pretty thin plot, that the writers should have come up with something a little more compelling in order to draw the audiences in. The thing is, there were no writers, Smokey and the Bandit is a true story!
You see, prior to the 1980's, Coors was a regional beer, outside of Colorado and a handful of other western states, it was practically unheard of. Back then, the only way for a person on the east coast to sip a cool Coors 16oz'er was to either know Pete Coors himself, or know The Bandit...

Well I've never met Pete Coors, but can tell you one thing, there are few experiences in this life as sweet as watching the Bicentennial Fireworks over the Hudson River while downing a couple cans of Coors.



I'm a little late in saying this, but thank you Bandit.

Happy Birthday America!!!

Everyone should be a patriot and wear the colors!

Milia?

I was at Bay Cities Italian Deli enjoying what could be the perfect meatball sub when I noticed this sign at the shop next door. Now I know what skin tags, moles, and warts are from reading Boy's Life, but I honestly have no clue what Milia are? I will not look it up on the interweb. I refuse to use the same machine that provides me with hours of enjoyment/boobies (thank you tumblr) to learn about something that I clearly have and need removed by a deli slicer. I won't do it.

Wasted Youth

I stumbled across this ad in the back of my pristine copy of Boy's Life magazine, May 1987, volume IV and I immediately cried. All these years wasted with no coitus when for what amounted to a week's allowance I could have had a lifetime membership good for live computer sex. For the last three minutes I have been trying to figure out how much sex that really would have gotten me. I mean, if I was 12 in 1987 and I was jerking off an average of three times a day, everyday with the exception of weekends (five times a day), I would think I would have used up my membership pretty quickly. I imagine eventually being turned away like a fat man at a buffet. Fat man equaling horny pre-teen. Buffet equaling pussy. Figure for an extra 12 bucks I could buy a second lifetime membership. I would have destroyed that computer. I have so much to do when I finally invent a time machine. I have some questions though. What is live computer sex? Would I be having sex with an actual living computer or would it be with a tiny woman inside the computer? We are talking 1987 so I think these questions are appropriate.

Fuck Whitey

It should come as no surprise to any regular reader of this blog that Barry and I have long dreamt of becoming "professional" Nazi Hunters. I put professional in quotes because aside from the sheer pleasure of actually capturing a Nazi, there really isn't much in the way of reward. Sure, you may get lucky and stumble upon a Nazi that still has a pile of loot, but those are rare, and these are late days. Most surviving Nazis have already pawned the gold fillings and rectum diamonds that they took from the Jews. Nazi Hunting is like being a struggling artist in that regard, sure you may grind out a little cash doing it, but you really do it because it's your passion, and you better keep your day job.

Which brings us back to the man that the little asian boy, pictured above, wants dead. The news has been reporting that after a 15 year man-hunt, Whitey Bulger, the boston mobster, was apprehended in Santa Monica thanks to a tip from a neighbor. Normally, I'd say "who gives a shit", but then I read that the FBI was offering a $2 million reward for him.

$2 MILLION DOLLARS FOR AN 82 YEAR OLD WHITE MAN!!!

And to make it worse, Barry lived in Santa Monica at one point. Whitey Bulger could have been our day job! You nail Whitey every now and then and it pays for the Nazi operation, no brainer.

Armed with this information, I went to the FBI's 10 Most Wanted List thinking I'd see what other low hanging fruit was out there... WTF? Everyone else on the list is a Mexican drug lord, and they're only offering $100,000 for each of them. The potential ass-kicking to dollar ratio for each of these guys is exponentially higher. I totally missed the boat, I need Woody Allen to become a wanted fugitive so I can Dogg the Bounty Hunter him. I believe it would look something like this...

*Me Bounty-Hunting Woody Allen In Order To Support My Nazi-Hunting Operation

Such a missed opportunity.

It aint all bad

Being in an entourage can have some great perks. In my case as I mentioned earlier it means I get a pay check, but aside from that sometimes being with the right crew gets you some memorable moments.
Was going to a Dodger game yesterday for inter-league play one of them? No.
Was going to a game, sitting in a suite and having unlimited beers handed to me one of them? No.
Was going to a game, having Tommy Lasorda come into the suite and wish a friend happy birthday one of them? No.
Was having Tommy Lasorda ramble on about how there wasn't a "chinaman's chance" that his assistant would ever find a girlfriend one of them? Yes!!!!!!

I love old people. There are no rules once you make it to 80.

Damn you Mother Nature!!!

Due to the recent tsunami, my billable work at my so called day job has dried up quicker than the shores of Japan. This has kinda put me in a pickle (what the fuck does that mean?) because with no billable work comes no paycheck. Sure, I could look for another job but its tough when the best way to describe me is to think about any of the ten to fifteen guys in 50 Cent's entourage. None of them are doing anything, but as long as 50 makes hit records, they get paid! I am one of these people that show up when the projects are good, throws out some jokes, possibly get my project manager lunch, and bill a few hours here and there. With the aftermath of the tsunami, there ain't no hit records coming out and suddenly I am looking for a job at Wendy's. I either need the economy to improve or MC Hammer to have a come back. My hanger on status is going to shit!

I need to get paid!!!

Mikey has irritable bowl syndrome

The other night I had my first bowel of life cereal in what has to be twenty years and it didn't take more than three bites to realize why I haven't had it since Reagan was in the white house. By bite four the sweat was running down my face even though the room was a cool 68 degrees. My ass quivered as I ran to the bathroom. Why did I buy such a stupid belt? Ah, the sweet release of liquid life cereal shooting out my ass in less than 5 mouthfuls. Wait a minute this isn't my bathroom!

Anyway, my point is I am not sure what is in that stuff. Ground up fiberglass? Perhaps something worse like soluble fiber? Whatever it is, one would have to assume that Mikey must have some serious bowel problems if he is still eating this stuff after thirty years. I am guessing full blown Crohn's or maybe just a touch of colitis. Poor kid.



Yeah, I am back to posting.

If I ever had a son - A Father's Day Post

Went to the beach this weekend, at the local market they had this letter hanging on the wall. It's a little tough to read so here's the text:

"When I grow up I want to be a butcher. I want to be a butcher because I like meat. My favorite type of meat is steak. Sausage tastes good too. I also like hamburgers with pickles and ketchup. Another reason why I want to be a butcher is because I want to try other meats. I might end up liking something I have never tried before. If I like it, I will sell it. My friends will want to buy meat from me and tell their families about my excellent fresh meat. In addition I can eat all the meat I want for free since I like meat so much I can eat it whenever I want. I can call my family and tell them to have some meat. As you can see, I want to be a butcher because I like meat. I would try other meats and I can eat meat for free."

I want this kid to be my son.

Tracy Jordan Morgan aint all bad.

There has been a lot of negative press about Tracy Morgan lately. I guess he made some off colored jokes about killing his kid if he was gay and came home lisping. People are acting like he's a pariah. Has anyone ever listed to Tracy on the Howard Stern show? These comments seem tame compared to his normal stuff. Anyway I have to give Louie C.K. credit. He defended Tracy and pointed out the guy is doing standup not preaching at a pulpit. It would be awesome if Tracy was a preacher though. Maybe standing on a milk crate in Union Square, telling everyone the mother ship is coming. Soon enough I'm sure.

Finally, I have to agree with him. If my kid came home and was a black homo, I would want to stab that little nigga too!

Now I know I am not supposed to use that word but come on, this is for the sake of comedy! I am obviously talking about the word "homo".

Weepy Weiner Licked by Breitbart

A trembling, deflated Weiner

Aptly named and over-exposed member of Congress Anthony Weiner
("D"-NY) spilled on his turgid turptitude cocky conduct today during a particularly penis-related press conference, in which he gave penetrating insight into his recent public boners. Barry's staff made contact with Weiner's, and despite much friction and stiff resistance from his right-hand man, managed to milk the following quote directly from Weiner's mouth:

"No, I'm not thinking about running for president in 2012 with Eliot Spitzer as my vice president, but yeah, that would make a pretty funny bumper sticker. By the way put your cock back in your pants, you fucking disgusting bum"

[The Barry Rides declined to do so]

More people that are cooler than I am

Smoking babies, teenagers that sail around the world, and now these broads.... The list keeps growing.

Bummer Dad

These days, with celebrity adoptions being all the rage, I often find myself thinking that it must be a mixed blessing to be a kid that's taken into the home of a celebrity. On one hand, you're typically plucked from abject poverty where, in all likelihood, your tenth birthday would find you either: sewing sneakers in a Taiwanese Nike factory, or performing oral sex on tourists in a Romanian brothel. Neither are particularly appealing options (although at least in the brothel, they allow you a cigarette break every couple hours). On the other hand, if you get adopted by a celebrity, it seems you end up as an accessory, like one of Paris Hilton's dogs; only to be replaced by a newer cuter model once your age and ethnicity are no longer novel.
Take for instance the child recently adopted by Elton John and his husband, David Furnish. This child will probably be raised with every advantage one can have. He'll be offered opportunities that few could ever wish for, and probably be loved and cared for in the best possible way. But... he's named after one of Elton John's songs, and he'll probably be kept up all night while his dads throw fabulous Victorian costume parties in their palatial mansion. Kinda shitty, no? (Coulda been worse, he could be named Crocodile Rock I guess).

Any way you cut it, it seems like a drag, until you consider the following unfortunate: Ted Mann. Here's a guy that was raised like a normal kid, only to find out later in life that his biological father was Ted Nugent, the beef jerky eating, s-whistling, bow-hunting, motor-city madman.

Not since Luke Skywalker, has someone discovered that they had a suckier dad.

Kent, I want 500 words on this by the morning....

Generally I'm not superstitious, but I'm beginning to believe the rumor that the cast of the Superman movies was cursed. First you had Margot Kidder going bat-shit, taking her teeth out, and moving into a bush. Sure that was bad, but she was Canadian, so it seemed to make sense. Then there was Marlon Brando, he got super-fat and his kid killed some people, but again who doesn't that happen to? Christopher Reeve fell off of a horse and subsequently required a nurse to massage the poop out of him. Tragic and awful, but come on, horse jumping? That's just slightly less dangerous than Thunderdome. So while everyone said the cast was cursed, I was able to chalk all of these things up to coincidence.

That is, until I read this morning's news. Apparently Jackie Cooper, the actor that played the newspaper editor, Perry White, died yesterday in a nursing home. He was 88 years old. In the words of someone much wiser than myself:

...and it is in the humble opinion of this
narrator that this is not just "Something
That Happened." This cannot be "One of those
things..." This, please, cannot be that.
And for what I would like to say, I can't.
This Was Not Just A Matter Of Chance.
-Ricky Jay, Magnolia
What sort of evil shit went down on that movie set in order to bring on this type of karmic-shitstorm? Maybe the movie was filmed on an Indian burial-ground, or maybe Jimmy Olsen punched a gypsy between takes. Whatever the story is, if you ever see Terrence Stamp walking towards you on the sidewalk, I suggest you cross the street.

America ruins everything. . . Bin Laden dead!

For close to ten years I have been threatening to write a screenplay about my trials and tribulations of hunting Bin Laden. Now it seems pointless to share my journey with the world. I will say this, in act one I hunt Osama while wearing a kid's small Boba fett mask. In act two I cry at my father's grave while pumping my fists in the air. Finally in act three I spend my reward for capturing the leader of al Qaeda like I was an extra in Lottery Ticket. It was to be my finest work. Alas, the world will never see it.

Osama bin Laden is DEAD

In more important news, I neglected to fully close the bag in my Grape-Nuts box yesterday and they are fuckin kinda stale now. Also I'm having trouble re-rooting my HTC Evo 4G, which really pisses me off, cause I think Sprint added some kind of cockblocking software to their latest firmware update. Goddammit, and tomorrow's Monday. Fuck my life.

Who Is Picking This Art?

Got this pop-up today when checking my email, and aside from not caring who takes care of my loved ones once I die (I plan to be buried at sea along with everything I own), I am struck by the inappropriateness of the girl's funeral attire. If my daughter showed up at my burial site wearing hot-pants, I'd burst forth from the grave like the dead father in Creepshow and force her to put on some proper clothing.



Although, since I am going to be buried at sea, I guess shorts would be appropriate....

Never mind.

The Onion Appreciates the Magic of the Fast & Furious

Barry and I have talked about attempting to write an installment to the Fast & Furious franchise, however we always felt that the only way we'd be able to re-create the brilliance of the previous writers' vision would be to do all the writing while under the influence of Ambien. It seems we overlooked the most obvious solution; partner up with a 5 year old.....


Today Now! Interviews The 5-Year-Old Screenwriter Of "Fast Five"

The kid's clearly a genius. I can't wait to see his sequel to Four Brothers with Marky Mark.

Skip Dickford has an Uncle

Uncle David: Skip, can I talk to you?
Skip: Sure, Uncle David, what is it?
Uncle David: You really should use Rogaine.
Skip: It's too late for me. My hair is all gone and honestly I don't care.
Uncle David: Listen, I use it, my son in laws use it.
Skip: It's too late.
Uncle David: You take care of yourself. You stay in shape. You should have hair!
Skip: I honestly don't give a shit.
Uncle David: You have such a nice little body. I think you should listen to your Uncle David.

The internet can now be dismantled

Sure it's saved me a lot of money now that I don't have to mail my electric bills back to PSE&G, but now that I've seen the following video, the internet can now be shut down.

CAUTION: the following video, as all great things on the internet, is VERY NSFW. However it achieves nearly 90% of everything you've ever asked the internet to provide you with in a video, that is: a naked hippy wizard with an impossibly small penis getting tazed by police at a music festival while on ecstasy.

I feel bad for the guy, but honestly it's like the t-shirt says.....

Solidarity with the Japanese People

In this tough time I wish everyone in Japan the best. Hoping the damage isn't as bad as it appears on tv and that the country recovers quickly. I also wish to offer my deepest condolences for the lives lost.

Mike Honcho

For the past four years I have gone to the same client twice a week. Each time I go, I sign in at the security desk. They ask my name, who I'm meeting, and then proceed to print me out a nice little stick on badge as a reminder that I am wasting my life. Thankfully after all these years I can still amuse myself.

There is something I want to get off my chest. It's about that summer, when you went away to community college. I got an offer to do Playgirl Magazine, and I did it. I did a full spread for Playgirl Magazine. I mean spread man, I pulled my butt apart and stuff. I was totally nude. it was weird, I... I mean you probably didn't hear about it because I went under the name of Mike Honcho. But I just wanted you to know that. If you can hear me, if it got into your brain somehow. That I spread my buttcheeks as Mike Honcho.

Oy - Lent

Decided to give up Judaism for Lent. I figure forty days without me whining about money or what on my body hurts would do everyone some good.

This is an actual picture that came up when I googled "Lent and Judaism"

Can't we just call it One and a Half Men?

As I type this, Jon Cryer is literally crying in a darkened room. Previously known as a poor-man's Matthew Broderick, until recently John Cryer's career could be summed up by his most notable role; playing the guy that was even less-appealing than Andrew McCarthy.

So while all the gossip pages are focusing on the nuclear crater that is Charley Sheen, everyone seems to have forgotten about the real victim here, Jonathan Niven Cryer. Poor bastard, just when things were looking up too....

Current events with Skip Dickford

Skip: You see that state?
Barry: Huh
Skip: Libya. It is a mess over there.
Barry: Yeah
Skip: They may get it all straight, but even then, not like I want to go to Egypt.
Barry: Oh?
Skip: I have a friend who just went to China. Such a long flight.
Barry: Yeah
Skip: You want to see Chinese, just go to a laundry in the Bronx. I have to go put my slacks on.
Barry: Bye

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

"Happy Birthday to me"

[ed. note: coulda been a lot worse]

Actual conversation with my friend Skip Dickford - part 1

Skip: I kinda want to bang the girl from Parks and Recreation.
Barry: Which one?
Skip: The one that was also in Funny People. Aubrey Plaza. She's like half Puerto Rican, but in a good way.
Barry: Amazing line


I would assume this is half Puerto Rican in a bad way:


Look here for more amazing conversations with Skip Dickford in the weeks to come.

Slomin's Shield Hates Women

I bet you didn't know this, but women be crazy. It's a fact, look it up... or just accept the examples offered by the good people at The Slomin's Shield.

It's no secret that ads typically distort the facts in order to move product, but I guess when you're trying to sell a home security system with as jewey a name as "The Slomin's Shield" you gotta pull out the big guns, and there is no gun bigger than a crazy-ass woman, am I right?

In the first ad, we're introduced to a couple who think their house has been robbed, nothing out of the ordinary until we get to see the alternate ending where it turns out that it was the neighbor's house that got robbed.



Apparently life with the Slomin's Shield allows you to be a petty bitch that relishes the sense of superiority and schadenfreude that result from seeing your neighbors get robbed. Did you notice how she turned on a dime from being worried about her precious stuff to rolling her eyes and saying "I told you so" about the neighbor?

Next up is the same couple except this time, they flipped the text. Here we're told that unless you get the Slomin's Shield your wife is gonna be nothing but an angry harpie buzz-kill that won't let you leave the house.



Notice that look she shoots him when he tries to suggest something fun? Shrinkage. So where the first ad seemed to be marketed toward the women by saying "If you get the Slomin's Shield you can be a real bitch", the second seems to be targeted toward the men with the message that "If you get the Slomin's Shield, your wife will stop being a real bitch". Either way you cut it, Slomin's thinks women are bitches.

Just check this final ad out, in both instances the woman is a chicken-headed mess. The only difference is that when you have the Slomin's Shield, you can pretty much tell your wife to shut the fuck up and chill out...



Really, the only thing missing from his reaction to her concern was him calling her a dumb broad when he orders her to go back to sleep (after she takes her ass downstairs to make him a sandwich of course).

Chernobyl, the good side effects

Has anyone noticed how Russia produces nothing but insane tennis players and super models? I am now 100% convinced that we can attribute this growth spurt in hotness and athleticism to radiation poisoning. I have nothing to go on but science when I say this. I can prove my hypothesis with the help of American scientist Bruce Banner. First he was weak and not athletic, then he got a very large dose of gamma rays and suddenly he's ripped and in my opinion very handsome. I think I can say case closed but if for some reason you do not think my findings are accurate I present to you all the proof you need in the form of Ирина Шайхлисламова. She is on the cover of the new Sport's Illustrated swimsuit issue. I would not make her angry if I were you.

Happy Valentine's Day

Sell, sell, sell

I swear I read on my iPad while pooping that the Huffington Post was sold for $315 million to AOL. Now I don't want to tell Mr. AOL how to do his business, but he could have had The Barry Rides for half that. I mean the content is just about the same. Both are run by people who know nothing about politics. I don't really see a difference. I need to put together a business plan to sell this blog for the next time Compuserve calls me regarding that that fourteen year old delinquent bill. I feel a windfall coming my way.

Tough times, even for a Highlander

I was walking through my office parking lot today when I saw Connor MacLeod's broken down Mitsubishi Montero languishing in the sun. I knew the economy was bad, but I didn't know it was this bad. I have to assume the "one" lost his vast fortune with Bernie Madoff. There can be no other explanation for him driving such a shitbox. I mean even a regular bank account earning half a percent has to be worth millions after a few hundred years. He should have at least enough money to buy a Nissan or a Honda by now.

How to Lose a Guy - Day 5

OK, so this didn't play out as we initially planned. Since neither Barry nor I have have ever had any trouble losing a significant other and since we can't realistically suggest actually becoming either of us, we're at a loss when trying to come up with ways of how to make yourself repellent to the opposite sex.

That said, here's a suggestion that's been kicking around my head for awhile, fake diarrhea.

You see, years ago I came up with the idea that I wanted to take a can of Hormel® Chili into a bar that had a one-toilet bathroom, and dump the chili all over over the toilet seat and bowl so that it looked like some scumbag crapped all over the place. Sure that sounds awful, but the zinger was that I wanted to then smear some of the chili on the inside doorknob of the bathroom so that when someone, confronted with this abomination, tried to flee in disgust with this horrific image still burnt in their mind, would end up grabbing what they thought was a doorknob full of anonymous feces. Sure, some of you will debate whether a hand full of Hormel® Chili is worse than one full of excrement, but at least the FDA has deemed the chili to be safe for human contact (this may change after the recent laws that strengthen the FDA's purview).

Anyway, I think a strategically spilled can of chili can solve the boyfriend issue. After all, you be the judge....

It's Award Season

They announced the Oscar nominees the other day and I thought I'd get in on the action. However, since I'm a shut-in and don't get to see movies until they're shown as UPN's late-night movie, I can't really write about the current crop of pictures. Instead I'd like to present a list of my 5 favorite portrayals of mentally retarded people:


5) Leonardo DiCaprio in What's Eating Gilbert Grape. Honestly, based on his performance in this film I actually thought Leonardo DiCaprio had non-disjunction, that is, until I saw Blood Diamond - no way a retarded person could do a South African accent that well.


4) Sean Penn in I am Sam. He was so retarded in this movie that if you get pregnant within 2 days of seeing him in this, your baby will be 100% special.


3) Chris Burke in Life Goes On. To be honest, he deserves #1 but it was a TV role so it gets less credit. FYI, I hear that he's into method acting and doesn't break character, even between takes.


2) Keanu Reeves in his entire career. I don't know who his agent is, but Keanu's really gotten typecast. He should try acting in a non-retarded role one of these days.


1) Tom Hanks in Philadelphia. You can't argue with success. After all, he did win an Oscar for this role as a retarded lawyer who bravely sued his former employers for wrongful dismissal after they discovered that he was retarded. Tom Hanks even lost 26 pounds in order to be more convincing as a retarded person. Now that's what I call acting.

How to loose a guy - Day 4

I have to say coming up with ten ways to ditch a guy is harder than I thought. I mean most men are stupid. In fact if you say hello to most guys they will think you love them. Case in point I think Guadalupe, the cleaning woman in my office wants me because she said "que basura" to me as I left yesterday. I have no clue how she plans to break up with me, but I can tell you it better not be a work. That is my place of business and I need to be professional there.

I have been going back and forth on what the best method would be to have someone ditch you and I usually come back to sex with a black man (see previous day posts). Since I don't know any girls who will have sex with black men or any girls for that matter I am going to throw out my second choice which is to shit your pants in front of your boyfriend's friends by sharting (shit/fart). Then tell everyone how awesome it was and that you are wearing a thong. I am pretty sure you will be single by night's end.

Jake - Day 5 is all you.

Greatest Video Ever

Anyone remember when MTV used to show videos?

In the beginning of MTV, I remember that there were only a handful of videos to show, mostly Rod Stewart or Cheap Trick promotional concert clips that were shot in the '70s. Once the channel caught on though, music videos became recognized as an art-form in their own right. They were mostly still crap, but at least the bands tried to create some sort of narrative or theme. Then Thriller came out and everything changed. Suddenly, videos became more and more elaborate, they had plots, helicopters, explosions and sequels. Jay Z was Big Pimpin on a yacht the size of the love boat and Lisa "left eye" was turning into the water creature from "The Abyss". Sure the spectacle was entertaining, but it became a little soul-less. No one cared about the music anymore, it was all about who had the bigger budget or the coolest car in the video.

That's why I'm happy to present a real music video by Public Enemy, not only is the song fucking awesome, but it looks like it was shot while Chuck D helped Flavor Flav move out of the apartment he occupied over the Chicken Delight on the Babylon Turnpike. This is the definition of Keeping it Real.

*I particularly love the footage of Chuck D throwing lumber in a dumpster, and pushing Flavor around in a shopping cart from King Kullen.

Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted. - MLK

How to Lose a Guy - Day 3

1: Click on the image below to open it in its own full-size window.

2: Print the image onto glossy photo-paper.

3: Frame the image and place it on your nightstand.



Relationship over.

How to lose a guy - Day 2

"The problem is all inside your head", she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
-Paul Simon

50 ways indeed, 51 if you happen to look like Paul Simon. Which leads us to method #2:

Explain to your boyfriend that you have a very specific sexual fetish that involves the both of you dressing up as Simon and Garfunkel during intercourse (you need to refer to it as intercourse, the more clinical your description, the better). It doesn't really matter who's who (although you could mention that you prefer to be Simon), what is of vital importance though, is that you each wear your respective character's wig (crafted entirely from your cat's old hair), and that you always stay in character

(that is sing along to Live in Central Park, and look each other in the eyes during the lyrics to 'Old Friends').

"Can you imagine us years from today; sharing a park-bench quietly? How terribly strange to be seventy."

After that revelation, nature should take its course.
Interestingly enough; this is supposed to be the reason behind the real Simon & Garfunkel's break-up.

How to lose a guy in ten days

Today a blogger friend came to me on bended knee and begged me to give her advice on how to break up with her boyfriend. She was previously smitten but now of course hates his guts. When she told me she was going on vacation tomorrow, but would see him one last time tonight, my advice was to let him throw it in one more time and dump him when she got back. Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow? On a serious note, she got me thinking, how can a girl ditch a guy that she no longer wants to make sweet coitus with? We here at the Barry Rides have decided to do five minutes of research and report back to all you hapless women on how to ditch your losers to get with heroes. Over the next ten days we plan to give you a new idea daily until our grand finale that may or may not involve Hormel Chili. So without further adieu, method one:

Hang a framed picture of Wesley Snipes from Demolition Man above your bed. Make no mention of it. If asked, say it has been there the whole time and dump him instantly for being so unobservant.


Your Welcome!

More tomorrow.

The Barry Rides now has a sponsor

For the last year, a select few companies have been courting the management at the Barry Rides in the hopes that we would allow them to advertise on the site. You see in the world of blogging, you are either on the Barry Rides or you aren't. After much consideration we decided to let a small family owned bean manufacturer be our first sponsor. Let me be the first to introduce you to the world's greatest beans, Armenibeans. You see in the world of beans you are either made with back hair or you aren't.


Thanks Armenibeans for keeping the lights on.

New Year's Resolution: Go Green!

Barry's post about the Deuce Candle got me thinking about some of the other business ideas that we've been kicking around at TheBarryRides and since it's January 1st, I'd like to suggest a New Year's resolution for the readers of this blog; I think it's time you went Green.

We've all heard Al Gore tell us about the trees and the polar bears, fuck 'em. I've got a better reason for why you should make going green this year's goal: the sense of superiority it gives you over other people.

I can't tell you how good it feels to stand in the check out line of my grocery store and scowl at the other shoppers as they pack their high fructose corn syrup-based soft drinks into their plastic bags. When the check out person asks "paper or plastic" I love to smugly say, "Oh no, I've got my own", and let me tell you, it's a doozie; a fair-trade, unbleached canvas number with a recycled logo on the side - just in case one of those dumb animals at the store didn't get the hint that I love the environment. Sometimes, I even carry a yoga mat around in it and drink water from an aluminum canister that I've attached to the strap with a carabiner. However, the problem I've became faced with is; how can I find a way for people like me to enjoy this rush of superiority even when we're not at the grocery store. Sure there are other things I do; I buy packages of compact fluorescent bulbs so I can be seen throwing them out by my neighbors, and I bought a Civic Hybrid badge on craigslist that I've attached to my car's trunk panel so it looks like I drive a low emissions vehicle, but that's small time, I wanted something that really screams "I'm better than you" to my neighbors and fellow community members. Then it dawned on me, and I'm willing to let you all in on the ground floor of this: Fake Solar Panels.

BOOM, that sound you just heard was you cuming in your pants.

Think about how righteous you could be if you had solar panels on your house. Sure your neighbor just used Obama's tax credits to put weather-stripping on their windows, or new storm doors, or some shit, but come on, really? You've got fucking solar panels on your roof! That's like having Ed Begley Jr blow you during the Superbowl Halftime show. The problem has always been that solar panels are really expensive, and while they may elevate your social status, the cost hasn't yet justified the return as it relates to holier-than-thou superiority - until now. What I'm proposing is a super-realistic facsimile of a solar panel, except that it's made out of cardboard and that it actually does nothing except convey the sort of self-contentedness that could only be previously obtained by riding shotgun in Sean Penn's Katrina rowboat.

There it is, let The Barry Rides climb up on your roof, so you can climb up on your high horse. So lets hear it for 2011-Making The Keeping It Green®.

Happy New Year Motherfucker

Time marches on. This is the year to become rich. I am taking all ideas seriously.

Business Idea #34
Deuce shaped candles that smell like chocolate or possibly lilac. You strategically place them around your bathroom to cover up the smell of the bean burrito that just left your body. Imagine having a date over. Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom. She walks in to see a burning log sitting on the toilet tank. In her horror she catches a wiff of cocoa. If you don't score in the confusion, you never will.

Anyone have a candle making kit?

Please imagine any of these gentlemen having sex with you.

Friedrich Nietzsche once wrote that "the advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time". While this may be true, I think he missed the real advantage of a bad memory - that we are allowed to forget the truly unpleasant things that happen to us. Imagine what the world would be like if memories didn't fade, imagine walking around with every trauma, every insult, every embarrassment still fresh in your mind like it just happened. Unpleasant no?

Now imagine having John Travolta, Judd Hirsch, and Tony Danza all banging you... and know that this memory wasn't going to fade. Welcome to the hell that is Marilu Henner's life. I actually hesitate to call it hell, as I doubt that Dante himself, could have dreamt up such an awful existence.

Last night on 60 Minutes it was revealed that Marilu Henner suffers from Hyperthymesia, the unfortunate condition where one can remember nearly everything that happens to them in astonishing detail. That she carries on with her life is a testament to her strength and bravery. While I've always enjoyed her role in Johnny Dangerously, I've never really given her the credit that I now think she deserves. I think it's safe to say that most of us, if faced with the same existence, would have performed a Rosemary Kennedy-style lobotomy on ourselves after Judd Hirsch alone.