I'm going long on Philip Morris

When I was in elementary school the nurse's office had this poster hanging on the wall in order to discourage us from smoking. While it didn't work for all of us (I nearly got killed after ratting on some sixth graders who were smoking on the tire playground during recess), I took its warning to heart, and put off starting until I was 17 years old. You see back then, images like this, and others of old ladies smoking through tracheostomies, were powerful enough to convince us that cigarettes made you uncool, and that only ugly losers took up smoking as a habit.

Then came this little guy...



How fucking gangsta is that? Not only do I think this baby is fucking cool, I'm pretty sure he could kick my ass!! He looks like he's either a crime boss, or a pimp that runs an underground casino in his spare time.

And did you see that shot of him with the guitar? He's so fucking baller that I hear Snoop Dogg asked him to join on his next tour.

Even as an adult I can't compete with that. Never should have quit....

Will Smith wants to fuck my dead grandfather's corpse.

How do I know this? Simple, because he's digging up shit that I used to love, and fucking it in the ass.



Seriously, what is this?



Clearly my grandfather's corpse is next.

There can only be one...

Betty White felt a surge of power course through her veins last night. Her body lifted off the ground as she absorbed all the knowledge and power of Blanche. The quickening is complete.

***UPDATE***

Betty White leaving her house right before Rue was reported dead. Story developing . . .

Paging Steven Keaton

Clearly Joran van der Sloot needs a TV dad to help him sort through his troubles. How many girls do you have to kill before it is considered an issue? I am saying four.

Jordan checking out of his hotel room in Peru

I need a sitcom dad

The passing of Emmanuel Lewis this past week got me thinking how I really want a sitcom dad. Not some guy to play my dad on TV but a guy who plays a dad on TV to act all fatherly to me. I am not sure if I am making sense so let me explain. Take Dick Van Patten for example. He was the patriarch of the Eight is Enough clan. Sure he played a dad on the show but the thing that really impressed me was that he was always bailing Nicholas and Tommy out of trouble in real life. When one of them got busted for drugs, rape or for being a Somalian Pirate, you would always see Dick Van Patten coming to their rescue. The same goes for Conrad Bain. When Willis or Kimberly were caught up in drugs, he was always trying to help them out. I guess the drugs thing I am not into but I really want some guy who plays a dad on TV to bail me out of trouble if trouble arises. I bet Higgins would make a good dad.

Holding open auditions this weekend at my house.

I really miss you

I still can't believe Gary died last week. It seems like only yesterday I was watching the episode where Arnold figures out that 'Papa' Papadapolis can't read. I always loved sitcoms with a heart.

Diff'rent Strokes Indeed....

"They'll have theirs, and you'll have yours, and I'll have mine.
And together we'll be fine...."

Well, Bret had his, and now Gary's had his. I can't say that everyone will be fine, but they were indeed Diff'rent Strokes.

Looks like Sam's gonna end up being the sole heir to Mr. Drummond's fortune.

This is Red Rocks, this is The Edge.

I really have no problem with the fact that Trevor Smith wants people to call him Busta Rhymes, or that O'Shea Jackson goes by his nom de scène: Ice Cube. But can anyone really explain why we're still calling this douche Bono? Or even better yet, why his band mate is called The Edge?

Really, does this guy introduce himself that way?

"Hi, I'm Bono, and this is The Edge, can I have a double scoop of rocky road in a sugar cone with sprinkles?"

As pretentious as the name The Edge is, Bono is far worse. Did you know it's actually a shortened version of his original stage name Bono Vox (good voice), I guess it's classy because it's in Latin, but as far as I'm concerned there exist only four people in the history of the world that are entitled to be called by either a single name, or something that includes the article "the". They are Hitler, Cher, and The Wild Samoans (I happen to have the only existent photograph of all four of them together).



So let's move past this shit, the guy's name is Paul. Can we just agree to call him Paul?

Need this outfit to appear in my closet right now!

If the '70s were wrong I don't want to be right. This is a picture of me circa 1977. My very first in a long line of power suits. My pose says, you will listen to me, even if there's a load of shit in my pants. I wish I commanded that type of respect now.

There is another

I have a confession, I've been secretly writing a second blog under the pen name Theodore Calvin for the last twelve years. It mostly deals with me discussing how if I had Carl Weather's mustache the world would be my oyster. What you disagree? Are you saying I wouldn't be the most powerful man in Hollywood if I had a black man's mustache?

When I am not working on my Carl Weather's mustache blog, you will find me writing posts for the barry rides part douche. It's a little something I through together to bore people with my narcissistic obsessive materialism. I think it will provide you with minutes of entertainment. Give it a try if you aren't too busy thinking of Carl Weathers.

Gonna Be Your Man In Motion, All I Need Is A Pair Of Wheels...

Actually, two pairs of wheels, or possibly 3 wheels depending on how much money I'm willing to invest in this thing....



Two stories from my youth:

1) When I was in elementary school, we were forced to sing in the chorus. Our music teacher thought it would make it more interesting to have us sing contemporary songs like "St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion)" by John Parr (it was 1985). Aside from being a sweet jam, did you know it was about a Canadian that rolled around the world in a wheelchair? Choke on that Terry Fox. Anyways, despite cementing my hatred for singing in groups (I would never attend the actual chorus performances) the song stuck with me over the years because; aside from playing Murderball, wheeling around the world is probably the coolest thing a person in a wheelchair can do.

2) A couple years ago I was crushed under a vending machine while trying to shake out a Snickers bar (I know what you're thinking; "how did a vending machine fall on him while he was on the toilet?", sadly though, I'm not speaking figuratively, I was literally shaking the machine for candy and it fell on me). Anyhow, the injuries I sustained from my attempt to cheat the vending machine earned me the pleasure of being wheelchair-bound in a physical rehab hospital for several weeks while I recovered (never got the fucking candy bar). Being in a rehab place with a bunch of quads I learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the type of wheelchair they're in, for instance: if a person is in a standard issue upright wheelchair (think Born On The Fourth Of July) you don't need to feel sorry for them, they're probably only temporarily injured and they'll walk again. If a guy's in a sleek fiberglass one with no armrests and tiny little wheels up front, he's a cripple and probably craps in a bag. But it's not the end of the world, someday, he may be able to be an IT guy or something. Finally if you see a guy in one of those motorized chairs with the blow-tube, he's fucked. Might as well wheel him out by the dumpsters and let the rats eat him, he's not going to contribute anything to society (again, I know what you're thinking, "what about Stephen Hawking" - well fuck Stephen Hawking, I have a theory that he's actually retarded and it was his fancy talking wheelchair that wrote all those books...). But I digress..

Spending several weeks in a chair got me thinking, could I apply for the wheelchair division of the NYC Marathon? I've gone to the website and haven't found anything that requires you to be crippled. Even if it did, I still walk with a limp from my candy-caper, so I'm golden either way.

Bottom line, just like John Parr's lyrics inspired me as a child, I want to pay it forward and be an inspiration for every lazy, out-of-shape, able bodied person by entering the NYC Marathon's wheelchair division and coming in second, then while the winner is celebrating his victory, I want to get out of my chair and moonwalk around him to show him that I can still walk. That's what a real champion would do...

Take me where my future's lying, St. Elmo's Fire.

17 again no longer enrages me

About a year ago I wrote a post about how the movie 17 Again enraged me even though I didn't see it. Something about how going back in time would do nothing for me but probably get me arrested for standing on a cardboard box in time square while spouting nonsense about the future of the interweb and 9/11. Hopefully I would also talk about how black people came from outer space and they're awaiting the mothership's return. Wow tangent, anyway I finally got to see 17 Again and damn it, I liked it. I was all wrong about this movie. It doesn't have Mathew Perry traveling through time and ending up in his younger self in the 80's, it has him stay in the present day but suddenly be turned into Zac Efron. Sort of like a fountain of youth tale that includes him becoming a Disney heartthrob. This is much more believable and watchable. I too want to find my fairy godmother who can transform me back into the hot teenager I once was so my youth is not wasted twice. Yeah that's right I was definitely super hot and not a giant q-tip with ears. I have now watched this movie at least four times. I won't get that time back but some how am okay with it.

Heir Apparent

If you've been following the news lately, you've probably read that the producers of South Park censored a recent episode after being threatened by a domestic Muslim group called Revolution Muslim (sweet name). The implications of this sort of coersion are very serious, not only for nationally aired satire shows like South Park, but for the Barry Rides community as well. Particularly when one considers that Barry works in the same building as the South Park creators.

So, since Barry's probably got a week or so left before a plane crashes into his cubicle, I figured now's as good as ever to let you all know that I'll be the new editor-in-chief of The Barry Jake Rides. Beginning next week, I'll be accepting internship applications.

Below is an image of what Barry's last few minutes on Earth will probably look like*.



*This is not to imply that Barry will necessarily be killed by the Libyan Nationalists from Back to the Future, but he is certain to have Parkinson's.

The end is nigh

Anyone see the movie 2012? Unless you've recently been on a flight, probably not, since only the mentally retarded would voluntarily sit through that dreck*.

It's a shame too, because while the movie sucked, it provided valuable clues regarding the human race's imminent demise. The movie's plot is basically "OH NO, THERE'S AN EARTHQUAKE, RUN AWAY!!!" and while there have been many natural disaster films in the past, I think this one may be coming true. The basic premise is that billions of years ago, the Mayans predicted that the world would end once we elected a black president. For your consideration:

Point #1: It's almost 2012. While the major action in the film takes place in 2012 over the course of a week or so, I believe the recent increase in volcanic/earthquake-ic activity is a clear sign that the shit's in the mail. Keep in mind, the Mayans were mexican and didn't have calculators, so you can't fault them if they were off by a year or two.

Point #2: Volcanos and Earthquakes are fucking shit up like a bastard. Haiti, South America, California, China, Iceland - anyone see a pattern here? The USGS tracks these things on this map. Bottom line, we're fucked.

Point #3: John Cusack is fat. In the movie, the normally fit Cusack is replaced with a fat Cusack, or Fatsack. This may not seem important to the layperson, but anyone familiar with geology knows that this means the plate tectonics are all messed up (something to do with the sedimentary rock formations I believe).

Point #4: Black president. It's been proven before that when America has a black president, all sorts of crazy shit happens (Deep Impact, Idiocracy, 24, The Fifth Element). Well guess what....

So there you have it, incontrovertible proof that the world is coming to an end. I'd say you should check the movie out to see what you can do to save yourself, but getting swallowed up by a volcano may be less painful. Your call.


*The Barry Rides wishes to apologize to its large and loyal retarded readership, no offense was intended by suggesting that you'd enjoy the film 2012.

Why Coco, why?

I understand the need to share useless knowledge and I understand how pseudo-celebrities crave attention but I honestly think Coco has gone too far. Its one thing to have some random camera man from TMZ jump out of the bushes and take a picture of you getting your ninja foot waxed, it is another to take the picture yourself and post it for the whole world to see. Coco, this is just sad. What are you going to do next, take a photo of a shit crowning? I feel bad for Ice-Tea, he leaves the house to film an episode of Law and Order - Gangster Edition, and you end up shaming him. It might be time to beat a bitch (just my opinion).


Terrible

New Layout

You might have noticed some things have shifted around on the blog. I am going for a new look. One that is more friendly to blacks and Jews alike. I hope you like it.

Bum Fights

Whatever happened to bum fights? I sort of remember wanting to order volumes 1 thru 5 on VHS. The only reason I ask is because I just remembered Jake used to tell me that he wanted to jerk off while watching bums fuck make sweet love to my mother. I would say Jake is a sick man, but honestly he might be a genius.

*Note to self, get down to the copyright office and apply for a patent on Homeless Porn!!!

I am going to be rich!!!

I'm back

Thanks for the outpouring of concern. I know you were all worried. Listen to what happened. I was in the middle of an intense game of Simon when I fell into my freezer while trying to simultaneously press red, red, blue, green, and get a frozen snickers bar. Before I knew it the door slammed shut and I was frozen in position. Thankfully the power went out last night and I was able to thaw. Now was it blue, blue, red green, or red, red blue, yellow? No matter. I am back and ready to make your minds explode.

He is Risen!

Jesus Christ, King of the Jews

Happy Easter from all of us 
at The Barry Rides!

Don't hate me because I'm Chosen..

JEW

In order to bump Randy's racist tirade from the top of the blog, I thought I'd write something that celebrates multiculturalism and highlights the point that we're not as different as we all may think. Since we're in the middle of Passover, the Jewish holiday that celebrates how God reigned 10 plagues down on everyone who wasn't Jewish, now is the perfect time to remind you readers that we're all equal (unless you're not Jewish, then you're shit, and you deserved the boils, blood, frogs, and smiting of the first born).