Something caught my eye this morning as I was eating breakfast and watching the tube. As I watched I couldn’t help but cackle and practically choke out loud when the punchline came. It’s a parody of yet another PSA commercial with a message, but dramatically different tone. Both are pretty damn hilarious, hahah!
An Russians. They’re so intuitive. And apparently very frugal. They know how to save money where it counts. Especially when you need a drink. As can be seen from this clip below all you need is a measuring tape, some skill, and patience. This is for all the kleptos out there.
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I just don’t understand it. Am I not like everyone else? Don’t I help carry the team forward? I’m always in the line of fire ready to go, ready to sacrifice myself should the need arise. My partner and I, both on opposite ends of this family, do what’s necessary to protect each and every one of them before they see themselves off to the mouths and stomachs of every human being on this earth battle.
But still, my brother and I, we get no respect. None whatsoever. To everyone else we, and those like us, get thrown away. Relegated to the dark, bottom corner of the trash can, as if by some karmic plan we were meant to perpetuate our last days there.
To this I say, “Why?” Why must we be segregated to this way of life? To be kneaded and baked with love and attention, the warmth of the oven, only to bookend our fellow brethren before we all get bagged and sold to the markets for consumption. What of our needs? Why do our wants go unmet?
I suppose such is my fate, as is with all end pieces. I’ll just quietly walk forward into the line of sight. Whether I am a throwaway or lucky enough to at least be a part of a new group of individuals in the grand scheme of things. Peanut butter? Ham? Turkey? Maybe some Jelly? Or perhaps the multicultural Patè? Listen, I’ll even sacrifice myself in the torture-filled confines of a toaster heated coffin with Butter if it means being made into a sandwich salvation.
Rowdy Ronda Rousey is really making a name for herself in the UFC in a short period of time. Not only did she defeat Liz Carmouche via duh what else armbar to secure herself as the women’s bantam weight champion of the world, but she will also be one of the coaches on season 18 of TUF: The Ultimate Fighter.
In an article posted by China Daily in 2004, its reported statistic states that an estimated 300 car accidents happen in China each year resulting in high death tolls. These statistics apparently haven’t phased the citizens of China as evidenced by the photo above.