Sorry about the haircut. It looks like a felt hat.

Glad your back. Say hi to Vic for me.


welcome back! job permitting, i'll get in some slogan ideas later. i promise they'll suck and never get used. i'm just excited to be reading verbungle again...


double tru everything in this post


Twix is a modern classic, forever to be in the list of "elite" c-bars.

I've decided to root against the Knicks until Isiah Thomas inevitably gets fired - more fun than fruitlessly hoping that they'll win.


re: jets - browns - this might be the most informative 'photoshopping' on the internet:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p...h?v=pW7_OHJ- zTY
(yeah, i know it might technically be called 'rotoscoping' or something because it's motion, but still)

going to green bay 12/2-4, any of you that have set foot within the boundaries of wisconsin have any advice for 'surrounding a football game' events?

top 4 suggestions for page subtitle:

Verbungle...
* rhymes with "her fungal"
* re-defining 'daily' on a daily basis
* the internet's first and only irreverent trivia contest / occasional ly posted blog, from the creators of "verbungle classic", "trayline", "high socks and short shorts", "softball recaps '04", "softball recaps '05", and "softball recaps '06"
* if you can't find it here, it's not here.


i just got almost the exact same haircut- except i went with a 3 on top.


Verbungle
The Jug of Piss in the Internet Hallway


I like that one!


I LOVE the Baby Bungle foto.


"Verbungle Up Yer Ass!"


VERBUNGLE
Low Ratings, But Excellent Demographics


Verbungle:

~about as conisistent as the F train.

~fucking monkeys in the butt since '81.

~smells like it sounds.


Can any one say couf de Eddie Munster?


The Jug of Piss one is really very good.


How many genitalia pictures would there have been had the digital camera been as accessible as it is today?

Verbungle- I'm gonna take you to the hole


Oh my God, the piss jug. I completely forgot about that. By chance, I just came across this after years of absence and boredom... I can set the record straight on this with clarification as I was one of the two responsible parties who made this all possible for such quality blogging material... Before I start, I remember that jug being in the hallway with the head engineer sniffing at it through the opening amongst a crowd of curious onlookers. Being guilty of the crime, myself and the other culprit were very tensely watching this disaster unfold through the tinted glass in master control. We thought we were doomed for certain as we the likeliest suspects.

How it happened:
Not taking our job remotely serious in anyway, one may be inclined to think that we were watching a Giants/Jets game. However, we were delegated to the overnight shift and no such sports were available at that hour. Clipping of toenails is a fairly accurate depiction, though. Mostly, we simply slept, ate and raided the liquor cabinet that was very unwisely left in the hallway. We discovered the keys in some unsuspecting supervisors desk.

Somewhere and somehow, we had heard about a drinking game in which one would drink a shot of beer a minute for one hundred minutes straight. This piqued our interest immensely and we figured, "Work would be the perfect place to try this out." That being said, we boarded the Penn Station bound train from Islip at 10:49 pm with a case of beer smuggled in a duffel bag. I dinstincly remember being very excited about trying this.

Anyway, after chilling the beer from 12-2 a.m. and having our limited duties under control, we were eager to begin. The first thing we did was pump Van Halen into master control from the adjacent audio room and started cracking cans of Bud open and pouring them into shot glasses. After 10 or 12 of these, we desperately had to pee. However, all calculations led us to believe that the distant trip to the restroom would have surpassed the 60 second mark, thereby negating the original concept of the exercise. I quickly brainstormed and tore the top off of a poland spring jug, hence quickly resolving the dilemna. The bottle was put behind the racks for privacy. We proceeded to finish the game in 100 minutes and were so hammered afterward that we simply forgot that we had left an open, piss filled jug in master control. When we saw the jug resurface in the hallway, we were so scared of being accused (and righfully so) of such an act, that we conspired to play the "shocked and appaled" approach to alleviate any concerns that it was us. However, we were quite nervous for days on end. Gotta go.


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