Lulz of teh Day: Parents Television Council

Google Trends managed to again spark up a great deal of humor in my life today as I traced back the current #17 trend, the Parents’ Television Council, back to their roots. The group is apparently is pissed off at Family Guy for such minor issues as showing a menially handicapped horse killing deaf kids, said horse licking Peter’s ass in his sleep and depicting Stewie knowingly eating horse sperm in his cereal… no big deal, right?!

Besides being mad at a show that clearly has a track record (not to mention the viewer disclaimers) that would give any responsible parent enough forewarning to restrict their child’s television access for this particular program, the council is pretty much mad at all of t.v. On their website, they publish a beautiful guide that illustrates what shows are appropriate for their children, which is perfect when you want to feel like a great parent without relying on your own common sense and judgment. They’re currently taking signatures to overturn court rulings like the currently defunct CA Violent Video Games Act, which in a nut shell is scaring them because they fear that kids playing Duck Hunt is going to lead to the next Columbine.

I would suggest you poke around their website, liked HERE, for a quick reminder that some parents like to keep their children on a tight leash by following advice that an overbearing source tells them rather than sitting down with their kids, answering questions they have about some of the material they feel too racy and explain to them why they can’t watch a particular show. Remember: convincing yourself you’re doing the best job possible raising your kids is all that matters. For members of the Parents Television Council to reply back to me, which I would greatly appreciate, please click HERE. Thanks for your understanding.

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  • Things That Are Dangerous

    Front flipping off a roof on a bike to a downhill slope can be dangerous.

    Also, keep in mind that mini-golf can be dangerous.

    Last, remember that domestic violence can be very dangerous.

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    Website of the Day: Pundit Kitchen

    Pundit Kitchen, a division of the Cheezeburger Network (FAIL Blog, I Can Has… etc.), is a typical Lol Cats style image board based around the metaphorical porta-potty that is the US Political scene. I stumbled upon it today, and am about 10 pages deep in teh lulz. In typical fashion, the site has their ultra high tech LOL Builder to make your own.

    Obama Pictures and McCain Pictures

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  • Two-Day Cat Eating Festival in Peru

    When you think about eating cats, the first race of men that comes to mind are of course those legendary gormandizers of animals small and tall, the Chinese. However, it seems Peruvians have gone a step further than their trans-Pacific brethren by hosting a yearly, two-day Cat Eating Festival:

    The ‘Gastronomical Festival of the Cat’ sees townsfolk in Canete, near Lima, feast on the fluffy pets for two days. They believe that eating cat burgers – and fried cat legs and tails – can cure bronchial disease. It is also believed that feline meat serves as an aphrodisiac. The cats are bred especially for this festival – which takes place at the end of September on the Day of Santa Ifigenia.

    If you speak Spanish, watch this video and translate it in the replies so we can all drink in the lulz of Peruvians housing Cat leg burgers.

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  • My Vote For This Year’s Darwin Awards…

    … goes to this guy.  Aside from natural selection being a proven way to weed out the morons, it’s just fucking hilarious to watch people FAIL. Here’s a little bit of lulz for your Monday, so cheers!

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  • Best of Craigslist: 7/24/08

    Guitarist of megalomaniacal (sic) speed seeks audience who won’t combust


    I’d like to start this off by saying one thing: IF YOU DON’T LIKE GUITAR, IF YOU HAVE A FAMILY HISTORY OF CARDIAC INFIRMITY, OR IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY OF A WEAK DISPOSITION, HIT THE BACK BUTTON RIGHT AWAY.

    But who doesn’t like guitar, right? I don’t think you understand. Jimi Hendrix played guitar. Groucho Marx played guitar. I think Winston Churchill might have played guitar. What I play is something different.

    Picture a Verdi opera: 3 hours of music, some of beautiful and ennobling, at times piquant and subtle, other times dramatic and inspiring. Take those three hours of music, those thousands of musical notes, and compress them into 4 measures of incomprehensible speed, delivered with earth-shaking finesse and a raucous disregard for any physiological limit to human auditory perception. I cannot stress this enough: I will play guitar so fast your face will melt.

    The last girlfriend I had was dearer to me than anything that doesn’t have steel strings and pickups. It’s with a heavy heart that I must confess that she met a tragic demise. I sat her down to perform for her, as she had never heard me play. Within mere seconds of the furious and almost satanically fast deluge of musical notes, she burst into flames and was reduced to a smoldering pile of ash. I have grieved for 7 months, and now it is time to seek a hardier companion.

    I seek a woman of no flimsy construction who can tolerate the cyclone of death that my guitar will unleash upon her. Think about the scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark when the Holy Spirit (or whatever the hell that poorly rendered gaseous conglomerate was supposed to be) ravaged the Nazis by melting their flesh from their mortal bones. This is what my guitar playing does, except there is only vapor left, no bones. I cannot stress this enough: I will play guitar so fast the Earth will be rent asunder and armies of hellions will spew forth to wreak havoc upon the human population.

    I don’t care if you are fat, thin, average, need attention, busty, or even whether you genetically qualify as a human being. All that I care about, the single thing that will hold my attention, is a woman who can listen to my terror-inspiring, WMD-unleashing, virgin-defiling, hell-bent-on-misanthropic-destruction tornado of picking and whammy bar stunts without dying immediately.

    If you think you can witness the senseless and brutalizing destruction that is my guitar playing without being maimed, incinerated, mutilated, lacerated, or dismembered in any way, please send me an email and I will arrange a meeting.

    Postscript: I think I’ll have to have you sign documentation of release before we meet, however, as I am a wanted man in 48 states for assaulting an officer via sweep picking, and my guitar playing has been banned in Norway for causing several churches to burn to the ground. And yeah, I’ve never been to Norway.

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