YouTube, nothing but YouTube. This tribe has jumped the - well, you know.

This was not funny. It could have accomplished everything it set out to do in about 7 seconds, and we wouldn't have had to wait for a minute and a half to find out that there was nothing funny in it.

You know, I used to hang with artistic types, both in college and in the larger "artistic' community of the SF Bay Area, and they all shared one obnoxious habit; heaping praise on each other whether or not any praise was deserved. You see, they believed in "supporting" their fellow artists above all else, even if the art produced was tired, dull and/or pointless. The result of this philosophy was a meritless artistic society whose rise or fall therein was determined by one's sycophancy and central positioning withing the rising trends, oh, and fashion sense. Ever wonder why nothing interesting or groundbreaking comes out of San Francisco these days? It's because of mob of juvenile social climbers sucked the life out of its artistic soul.

I won't do it. I wont do it I say!

OK, I watched it. Gimme the spare nickel already. Not $11.99? Whynot?

Thanks, Geo. Too funny. Monkey brains, I want monkey brains!

Writing causes chafing? Use lube, people!

I'm gonna jerk it with my old bicycle gloves (format the same) which are all crusted with sweat from years of biking.

What, I need new experiences? Make that fucker bleed.

Thinking of it in reference to Billy Mays' ads, it was funny in that light silly way.