I'll take "Female automobile pronouns" for one hundred Alex.

Answer - The pronoun that you give to personify an automobile.
Question - What is 'she'?
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Jane: "So I got a new car."
John: "O'rly? Where is it?"
Jane: "She's parked over there. Isn't she pretty?"

She? Why is it that whenever people decide to personify a vehicle, they always use the pronoun "she"? Why she? Why not something else? Why not, "Hey, there's my Billy Bob Thornton parked over there!"?

Well, if you think about it, the terms and phrases that we use to describe our interactions with cars just scream archetypal female personfication. Here are just some examples:

You always get in your car.
To get in you need to open the doors wide.
You need to slide into her seat.
You have to turn her on.
To turn her on you need to stick your key in the ignition hole.
Sometimes you need to play around with the key a little before she'll go in.
Before you start driving away you need to warm her up.
You need to slide her into gear, never force it in.
You need to ease her out of the driveway.
You need to be gentle with the clutch.
You need to watch your speed or you'll run out of gas prematurely.
If you're backing in, you need to go REALLY slow.
And even then you might not always fit into the spot.

If that's not enough evidence to prove why cars are female, here are a few more observations:

You spend a fortune on them to begin with.
You spend a fortune on them for the rest of their lives.
God help you if you get one that's high maintenance.
After a few years, they only turn on when they want to.
And my personal favorite: She'll never be as attractive as the day you first picked her up.

Here are a few tips for those looking into the car market:

Buy new if you can afford it, that way you'll know nobody else has driven her before.
If you must buy used, go with a low mileage one. Their bodies last longer.
If you can only get an older one, make sure she's been well maintained and has had some work done. Otherwise you'll have to pay for the work to be done later.

And always, always remember:

If at all possible, always lease and never buy. That way if you find that you don't like the car or you're just bored of it, you can always upgrade to a newer model or just get another car altogether. Plus, if you find yourself really attached to her, there's always an option to buy out.

And for those of you that can't afford to buy or lease, you can always rent. Sure, the car has probably been driven by a few hundred people, but for that short period of time she gets the job done.


See how there are always hot women around nice cars in pictures? Yeah, that helps too.

THE POTATO CANNON!

That's right. A potato cannon or aka, potato launcher. Whatever you want to call it, it's basically a weapon of mass destruction that you can easily make yourself at home. Oh did I mention it launches potatos approximately the length of a football field? Oh and it could probably shatter your windshield or your sliding glass door. It would also probably send any grown person directly to the hospital if fired at close range. Does that sound awesome or what?!!?

Myself, having seen videos of this done before and witnessing the potential destruction that it could cause I decided to make one of my own. Given that the total cost was under $40 and all materials were available at your local Home Depot, it was one curiosity I had to explore.

With the help of the very talented JOninja aka Jobitch, the following epic documentary video was created! Enjoy!



*Disclaimer: I am not responsible for any of you dumbasses who try to replicate what I have done and then end up setting yourselves on fire or blowing your fingers off. If you know that you're a dumbass, don't try this at home. If you're not sure whether you're a dumbass or not, I suggest you figure that out first before you try this at home. Chances are though, you're a dumbass. So just don't bother trying this at home.

The Guru of all things returns. WHAMMY!

Yes, that is me, and I have returned. Managing an illegal rub n' tug while having to chase down my hoes fo' ma monies has extremely cut down my online pr0n perusing activities as well as the time I have for enlightening y'all with my deep, soul-piercing insightful insights. But no worries, the Guru of all things is back with another (and hopefully more) amusing rant and/or useless observation.

With that said, I have to say that I love breasts.

Wait, let me back that up and start my thoughts in chronological order. What I meant to say is that I love summer. Not for the obvious reasons such as the fact that it's hot and you don't have to suit up like you're going on an Apollo mission everytime you leave the house. Or that it is the season where you can only watch re-runs on TV because the TV stations have decided that the only new material they will air are reality TV shows and made for TV movies such as The Andromeda Strain (thanks A&E for ruining one of the best sci-fi novels 3VAR!). Yes the last bit about re-runs and reality TV was sarcastic, but you get the idea.

No, those are not the reasons why summer is boobs. Sorry, turrets. Those are not the reasons beacause the actual reason is even simpler; gratuitous eye candy. It's amazing what this hot climate will do to women and their choice of clothing.

Let's face it, most of us have boring lives, boring jobs and boring sex lives (Not me of course, but you. Definitely you.) and the only thrill that most of us heterosexual men will get during any regular work day is from watching you women secretly compete against each other to see who can attract the most men by way of keeping count of the number of neck-snapping double takes when you cross the street. We know you do it, other women know you do it, hell even the shitzu trying to hump your leg knows you do it. And why is the shitzu trying to hump your leg? Because even a canine knows that you're all insecure and trying to attract attention from anything with a penis.

What is the mens' response to this? Nothing. We're completely fine with it. As a matter of fact, I can confidently speak on behalf of the male population that we encourage your caddy behaviour and insecure tendencies that lead to epic secret battles with your own sex to out dress, out attract and invariably wear less and less clothing to achieve that tiny little bit of self-confidence which you seek. Even if it means temporarily degrading yourself for 4 or so months by wearing that extra short "work appropriate" skirt, the low-cut clevage/nipple exposing halter top, or even those uncomfortable 4 inch stiletto heals that you think make your legs look "just absolutely gorgeous", by all means do it. Keep doing it, and never stop doing it. You have to keep up with the Jones' with the latest fashion or you'll just be sooo 2007, and don't forget that if you don't dress that way, people won't like you. It's true, I've heard people say it. Worst of all, guys won't find you attractive, your male boss won't let you expense your lunch anymore and and AND your boyfriend will ABSOLUTELY find your skimpier dressed bestfriend/ coworker/ sister/ cousin/ nephew/ mom/ aunt/ neighbor/ oldhighschoolfriendthatyouintroducedtohimonceaboutayearagobutnevertalktoanymorebecauseshe'sabitch more attractive and dump your prude ass.

So for the good of your self image and self confidence, please keep doing what you're doing and get that neck line lower, hike up that skirt and pump up those pumps! The more skin you show, the sexier everyone will think you are. Don't you want people to think you're sexy? That's a good girl.

Oh right, I need to tie in the I love breasts thing...uhhh I just love breasts?


See how confident and secure they look? This is because they look the way they do. So go out there and try to look like that! You'll feel MUCH better about yourself when you do! To help get you on the right track; pick up smoking right away, lose weight by completely stop eating (but if you must, please throw it back up asap) and take lots of those shady OTC diet pills that gurantee results (make sure it says GUARANTEE on the bottle though, otherwise it's just a scam).

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, CAN I PLEASE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION.

I've just been handed an urgent and horrifying news story. I need all of you, to stop what you're doing and listen.
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Cannonball!

- Ron Burgundy

Random phone video on TTC

Well, I was on the TTC the other day minding my own business when I felt something strangely abnormal going on in the corner of my eye. I look up to satisfy my curiosity, and this is what I see:



I apologize for making you turn your head sideways to see it, but you can understand how it would make sense on my phone. And no I will not edit it because I am much too lazy.

After staring for 5 minutes at this man reading his novel in such a peculiar fashion, I came to 2 conclusions. 1) It was worth making myself look like a japanese pervert with a hidden digicam to capture this on video and 2) This man has the inability to move his eye balls from side to side. Doesn't he look like a typewriter?

Tick tick tick tick tick, DING!

Tell-tale signs that you're FAT or UGLY

Everyone, at some point in their lives have asked themselves, "Do people think I'm ugly?". Or how about those of you who have wondered whether or not people see you as "fat"?

Well I'll tell you...

It's actually quite simple, but rather counter intuitive. So in order for me to explain, I have devised a definitive socialogical test that will definitively answer these questions...definitively.

Please answer YES or NO to the following set of questions:

Set A

Do people make fun of you out loud and in public to your face? For example, if you're out with your co-workers for lunch, and you mentioned that you're getting fat and shouldn't eat the fries, and all your co-workers agree out loud and say emphatically, "Yeah you're huge! Definitely don't eat those or you'll blow up!"
Yes or No

When you mention that you need to go work out but you don't because you're too lazy, has anyone ever jokingly said, "Yeah you're right, you really do need to work out cause MAN you're getting fat!"
Yes or No

If you're out in public with friends or colleagues, do you ever get used as their butt end of a fat joke? For example, "Hey you better not finish that poutine or you'll end up HUGE like (insert your name here) over there." Then laughter ensues.
Yes or No

Has anyone just plain out said to your face, "Fuck you're fat!"
Yes or No

Set B

When eating with your friends or colleagues, do they generally stay quiet about your food choices and eating habits? For example, when you're giving the server your selection of fries with an extra side of gravy, chicken parmesan and a diet Coke, does everyone usually stay quiet and look respectful?
Yes or No

When you mention that you go to the gym three times a week, do people generally just stay quiet and without comment?
Yes or No

If you're out in public with friends or colleagues, are you never at the butt of any of the immature fat jokes? In other words, do they leave YOU out of the so called "mean things" that they always talk about and insesantly make fun of the skinny blonde girl in the group instead?
Yes or No

People rarely make fun of you to your face.
Yes or No
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If you answered YES to any or all of Set A, you're not fat.
If you answered YES to any or all of Set B, sorry to say, but you are definitely fat.

The logic behind these answers is that if people make fun of you and call you names whether as jokes or out of convenience, chances are you're NOT actually what they're making fun of you about. People like to think that we've all grown up and left the immature 'teasing people we like' routine, but the truth is we haven't. If you tease someone, it's because you like them and don't actually think what they're teasing you about. If people really thought something bad about you, they would keep it quiet. People will actually go out of their way to NOT focus attention on your obesity and completely leave you out of the conversation if the conversation is related to your real physical attributes. The constant badgering of the petite blonde cutie of the group is just reconfirmation that they already feel bad about your disposition and are making an active effort to not draw attention to what you should already be ashamed of. In this case, your weight.

So if you find that people are generally really courteous to you, talk to you with more respect, don't say mean things about you to your face and everyone in your immediate group of peers just treats you super nice, you should start feeling self concious because you're probably the DUFF*.


Not this Duff.

I think the moral of the story or take-away lesson here is we shouldn't alienate, segragate, or have biased treatments. If you don't make fun of the fattys and ugly bitches, they'll just feel left out and self-conscious. You wouldn't want to be one of those people who makes others feel left out now would you? So go out there and make fun of your fat friend, call the ugly girl mean names and make jokes at their expense! It's only fair that you treat these people equally.


*Pop culture acronym for Designated Ugly Fat Friend.

The evolution of OWNAGE

What stemmed from geeky internet video-game short hand and then later becoming its own online messaging language, "l337 talk", has now become as colloquial in everyday language as words like "cool" and "sick!".

I won't get into the whole lineage of these words, but some of the most common ones are: n00b, suxx0rs, fuxx0red, pr0n and my personal favorite and perhaps the most popular, PWNED. As in, "Damn! You just got your ass PWNED!"

The word pwned didn't just spring up over night, it was an evolutionary process that took years. Here's a rough pedigree of how it came to be:

Owned - "Dude, you just got owned by that sniper with a head shot."
Ownage - "That game was pure ownage!"
Pwned - "Wow! That guy crossing the street just got pwned by that car!"
Pwnage - "World of Warcraft is pwnage!"

Now, it has been a few years since an evolutionary step forward for this particular family of descriptive words with an ascending level of magnitude. As of right now, getting "PWNED" is the highest order of magnitude you can go while staying within this family of l337 descriptors.

Hence I will make my personal mark in the world of l337 talk. From now on, when something is so awesome that 'pwned' is no longer sufficient, the next (and highest) level up is HWNED!

Derived from HOned and HOnage and eventually becoming HWNED and HWNAGE.
Usage will be the exact same, but the order of magnitude is now roughly 10 fold that of 'pwned'.

Here are some typical usages for the word HWNED:

"Yo, that new Lambo is pure HWNAGE!" or "Bro, your new shoes just got HWNED by that pile of shit!"

Of course there is one event that automatically warrants the use of this word, and that is if you have previously slept with me, are sleeping with me now, or anyone that will sleep with me in the future, you have in essence been HWNED to the highest degree! There is no exception to this rule.*



*No exception!