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News, but not the serious kind
Blog Guy, I need Christmas gift shopping advice for my boyfriend. I want something really special. Help!
How about a new Beamer?
No, he already drives a Lexus and loves it.
Not a Bemer, a BEAMER! The hot new gadget this season is the Bikini Beamer 3000, which beams bikini-clad models right to his bachelor pad, in minutes.
Sure. I think it would be pretty sick to beam in dead ones.
Gosh, I think my boyfriend would really like one of those. Bikini Beamer 3000, huh? Is it sold under any other name?
Well, since the photo caption says this model’s name is Virginia Labrador, I suppose it might also be called a…
Okay fashion staff, welcome to the future. This is our first test of a bold and radical new process for designing women’s clothing.
Welcome to the story that cannot be satirized. It’s already THAT good.
It seems the designer of the Kalashnikov rifle was just named a “Hero of Russia” by Russian President Dmitry Medvedev, who lauded him for creating “the brand every Russian is proud of.”
Please remember, I am not making any of this up.
As far as global recognition goes, Mikhail Kalashnikov’s name would be right up there with Death and Hemorrhoids, if those were actual people’s names.
Blog Guy, I see you’re Mister Travel Blogger these days. What’s the hot new trend in leisure travel?
These days, lots of readers come to me and say, “Bob, we’re tired of staying in luxury hotels when we travel. We would prefer to experience what it’s like to be a small rodent.”
Our designer shoes are so uncomfortable, our models won’t wear them. As you can see here, they just take them off in the middle of the runway!
You know what I’m talking about. One of you printed up some “books” with that Microsoft Wingdings font, and told the models there would be a “test” after the show!
Blog Guy, I’m hoping you can help me out with a fashion dilemma.
I’m a gal who likes wearing a comfy bikini on a sun-drenched beach vacation. But if there’s a really hunky guy there, I want to look my natural best, which includes enhancing my swimsuit with padding to make my you-know-whats look big.
No. Think about it, Blog Guy. Anyway, of course by the time I spot the hunk it’s too late to run back to the changing room, so what am I to do?
If you’re like me – and I’m sorry if that’s the case – then you get frequent queries like this one via Facebook. It seems that Debbie Somebody wants to put my birthday on her calendar. Is that okay with me, it asks?
Sure, I guess so. I mean, Debbie probably wants to remember to get me something nice, maybe even have a surprise party for me.