Monday, November 30, 2009

Counter

I have added a counter to our blog. Brant's dubious claim that we are getting to be a big deal on the interweb can now be verified. Or maybe Brant was just claiming that he was a big deal. That can only be verified by flexing in front of a mirror.

I predict that we average about 10 hits a day, 9 of them from us, and one from a male jake-stalker, but we'll see.



It gives me lots of fun stats that I'll share at some point. What hour people go to the site, what sites and search engines they came from, what countries, operating systems, browsers....

Let the counting begin.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Inside Joke Nursery Rhymes

This is a bit of an inside joke and it's pretty disgusting, but I find it hilarious, so here's the story:

The Background
My friend Adam is a pretty laid back guy. Never really gets worked up or excited or worried about anything. He lives with my friend Marc, and we all occasionally hang out with the friends of Marc's girlfriend, Jessica. One of Jessica's friends has earned the nickname "the trucker" by being a disgusting, sloppy, foul-mouthed, rude, extremely unattractive person.

Tonight, My friends and I are going to party at Marc's house with many of Jessica's friends, including the trucker. Adam will be out of town with his family for thanksgiving.

It turns out that the trucker is dating a 40 year old man that I've never met, but he's been described to me as "broken down" and "unemployed." For some reason, Adam forsaw a possibility of the trucker and her boyfriend sleeping in his room, and he very seriously said that he will move out if Marc allows this to happen. He's just terrified of this possibility. It's probably the most serious I've ever seen him about anything. So, naturally, we're terrorizing him about it on the fantasy basketball message board that we share. Some highlights:

The Comment that started it:
I'm dedicating this week's victory over David to you. The absolute domination of his team will pale in comparison to the sexual domination that the Trucker will host in you bedroom while you are out of town.

I'm going to stay sober all night just to set a seductive trap for The Trucker and her boyfriend. You room will be full of scented candles, beef jerky, and a CB radio. The Trucker will be in full heat when sees these and your room will be the spot where the consummate their first Trucker child.

Adam's Response (after a few others)
I do not appreciate these posts. I do not find any humor in the idea of the Trucker coming into physical contact with me or any of my personal effects, let alone fucking a beaten down 40 year old man in my bed. Rest assured that when I return from vacation, my "Trucker Sense" will tell me whether you have managed to get any truckers into my room. If so, my revenge will come back ten-fold on all of your heads.

Some characteristic filth from my friend Drew
Rumor has it, the trucker is into anal....so don't be surprised if her old man boyfriend leaves behind some bloody trucker poop streaks as well.

Another good disgusting comment
I don't think you'll need your "Trucker Sense" when you slip on the brown tampon on your floor and fall into a white crusted dental dam.

I'm not looking forward to meeting the "Trucker Fucker" so I can only imagine how you feel about them making love all over you personal belongings.

(naturally, the term "trucker fucker" has really caught on)


My recent contribution:

Marc just told me that Adam's last words before he left were, "do whatever is necessary to keep that trucker out of my room."

In the spirit of the holidays, I've written some nursery rhymes dedicated to the horrible squirting that will go down in that room this very night. Also a few tongue-twisters as a warm-up.

How many truckers would a trucker fucker fuck if a trucker fucker could fuck truckers?

Trucker fucker humped the junk of chunky trucker

(sung to the tune of Mary had a little lamb)
Wienner had a little bed, the mattress soft as snow. And when he left to go on break, the bed got streaked with poo.

(sung to the tune of humpty dumpty)
Trucker fucker screwed in your room
Trucker fucker came with a boom
And all of the whores, and all of the men
Couldn’t get your sheets clean again.

There once was a wiens from bloomfield
Who did not want his room filled
But a trucker got in
And with a big toothless grin
Got fucked all over his pillows

(sung to the tune of the itsy bitsy spider)
The stinky stinky trucker, went in to Adam’s bed
In came the trash, and started getting head
Out came the cum, all over adam’s stuff
But the stinky stinky trucker, had not yet had enough

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Momentous Occasion

Cuzzins, Sean has developed the dreaded Cournoyer weak stomach. Today he pooped, then gagged, then said "poop is yucky". This is the third incident. Recently he gagged at pee in the toilet, and also at the site of a green leaf on the ground (not knowing what it was beyond a mysterious green blob...he also requested a napkin for it).

Bri, Bubb, it's in the genes. I mean jeans.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

You asked for two filthy new phrases, you got em

The ol' think and stink.
Taking a two.

Yeah, well my happy trial runs all the way to my back.
Appropriate response for just about anything.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

cousin party

Rubb, when you get a chance can you remove the picture montage and can you change the blog title to cousin party or something. I think we are getting to be a big deal out there on the internet. And it appears some giant puss from my school is creepin around like a creep. Luckily I know who it is and I have experience in the dark art of splitting bodies like phone books. Im gunna get physical all over this person. The whole scene is going to go down something like this famous Eraser quote, Arnold Schwartzenager plays detective John Kimble....

[John wakes up from a drug-induced sleep]
Robert: Confused, pal? New York.
John: You're off course.
Robert: No, no we're not. You're gonna take us to her John.
[John reaches for his gun. Robert holds up his gun in a plastic bag]
Robert: You did a very, very bad thing, John. You killed Monroe. Now that makes you the mole.
John: No, that makes you a murderer.

The Room

Have any of you seen the movie The Room? You all need to see it so we can talk about it on the blog. Kate and i watched it this weekend. Easily the best worst movie of all time. You need to watch it at least 2-3 times in order to fully grasp the awesomeness of it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCj8sPCWfUw

Also, make sure to watch the interview at the end.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

Natasha is Dead!!!

I hate to be the one to report this but Natasha is dead!

http://www.montrealgazette.com/news/Cournoyer+suspect+dark+past/2195374/story.html

Did you know about this? Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Friday, November 06, 2009

Halloween Pics

I read the last post, took a deep breath, and went forward anyway. Sean is usually not allowed near brown friends.



Thursday, November 05, 2009

Rob's Brown Friend

  • Is really an orange-brown
  • Loves long showers and silk boxers
  • Puckers once for yes, twice for no
  • Cries real tears when sick
  • Could use some anti-aging cream...badly
  • Moans deeply, sadly when full
  • Feels like a third wheel sometimes
  • Doesn't really care for hot sauces
  • Secretly wishes that life had a meaning