wolsamnoraa

I'm a handsome devil and I want to show you ladies a good time. Just don't tell my wife.

 

Slavery is out except for just this one thing.

The NFL draft is right around the corner. And while many football fans anticipate their team’s success in the lottery, I can’t help but wonder what’s actually going on. On the face of it, sports drafts look like one big elementary school kickball game: 32 captains picking up the very best collegiate athletes giving their city the best chance of winning a championship. In typical dog-and-pony-show fashion, recruiters, coaches and talent scouts analyze, test and scrutinize thousands of men based on their physical and mental aptitudes with respect to their sport. It appears harmless because, after all, if the players perform well, they’ll get paid! What about the players that don’t perform as well as the elite i.e. the vast portion of players in the league? They jeopardize their physical and mental health in the field in hopes of impressing one of these talent scouts so that one day they too will earn a livable wage. Because of this gross discrepancy, I suggest that the NFL draft as well as most professional sports lotteries are conducting a modern day slave auction. Here, then, are 10 reasons professional sports embodies slave trade:

10.) The word “combine“, a building where athletes showcase their football skills prior to the NFL draft, originates from a piece of farm equipment used for harvesting, among other things, cotton.

9.) Nothing is more oppressive than being a reserve for a “Tribe” like the Atlanta BravesCincinnati Reds or Cleveland Indians.

8.) Only the cream of the crop are considered for the prestigious free-stater, Yankees.

7.) The physical and emotional abuse athletes put on their bodies just to make a living resembles that of sex traffickers.

6.) There are few trade arrangements that sneak more immigrant workers into the U.S. than the MLB draft.

5.) No team has traded for a Jew since they got out of the slave business in great Exodus.

4.) One award for getting drafted is an indistinguishable, cotton-blend jersey.

3.) 1.2 billion Chinese agree they’d rather be laying track than being picked to play sports.

2.) Undrafted personnel are called free agents.

~and, finally~

1.) Owners are mostly interested in the black ones.

 

"Quit looking at my twits, twurtles...I mean tweets, turtles." - The Freypril O'Neil

We can all agree that April, as a month, exists. Factually speaking, April has been around since just after the beginning of time (3 months and some change after to be exact). The meaning of its name couldn’t pair any better with its arrival. April connotes feelings of freshness and renewal just like spring time or a tampon commercial. Consequently for those living south of the Equator, April signifies a haunting feeling that the death and cold of winter is just around the corner. April is all things to all people. With such a extensive meaning, why, pray tell, did we come to call it April? Surely, there were other options available. Here, then, are 10 reasons they call it April:

10.) Praypril got Tim Tebow’s vote which meant only the New York Jets would go for it.

9.) Gaypril was too hot for some to handle and too much handle for some to grasp.

8.) Chaipril was, despite it’s deliciousness, at $4.25 for a Starbucks grande, too pricey for normals and too mainstream for hipsters.

7.) Paypril. Yeah, right. Like we needed another reminder that it’s tax season.

6.) No one but the horse constituency seemed to agree on Neighpril.

5.) Rapril, while enlightening the world to the problem of predatory sexual behavior, ultimately led to more rape.

4.) Mapril sounded like a breakfast syrup or a silly conglomeration of April and, its less popular sister month, Moctober.

3.) ¿Qué-pril? La palabra se originó en una cultura que es foriegn y, a menos que significaDoritos Tacos Locos, es una amenaza para los arizonenses.

2.) Yay!pril really spooked old folks causing many spring time strokes.

~and, finally~

1.) Spaypril was a nutless idea.

 

 

I came. I spoke. I joke.

At least this three-legged, deaf dog gets excited at my jokes.

My time at the Clean Comedy Contest at the Comedy Works South was a hoot. I didn’t advance and, therefore, can’t win the contest. I contend that I tried my best. I’ll tell you what, though, next time I get in front of anyone for comedic purposes, I’m going to make sure my jokes are funny. Maybe not next time, per se, but one of these times. What I take from this experience is that I don’t suck at comedy as much as I previously thought. Good for me! The second lesson I take from this is that Denver has a burgeoning and talented amateur comedy scene. I’m really glad I’m going for this in a supportive yet competitive environment.

What prize is worth having if you don’t have to fight for it?

I mean, even good pizza is hard to come by.

 

Why do today what you can put off forever?

 

What did you f*cking expect, dude? I can’t do EVERYTHING. In fact, looking back at my track record, I can’t do much of anything. It’s not that I’m not ambitious. I’ve got all sorts of dreams and aspirations. I want to be a movie star and a rock legend and an elite athlete and whatnot. But it’s so hard to be any of those things when it’s so damn hot outside. And, oh God, it’s already three o’clock?! I’ll just have to get on it tomorrow.

They say that an object in motion will stay in motion, but when you’re a lazy blob like me, it takes so much energy to you know…something or whatever. You know? Doing stuff makes me feel like I’m fighting my natural resistance to productivity. Just like a porn star, I don’t fight resistance. And I don’t want to feel bad about it either. Here, then, are 10 reasons that procrastination is a good thing:

10.) Of course procrastination is positive; It’s got ‘pro’ right there in the word.

9.) I can’t miss an opportunity when I’m not committed to anything else.

8.) Wayne Gretzky said “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” I’m pretty sure when he said “shots” he meant “naps”.

7.) If meeting deadlines was a good thing they would have called them lifelines.

6.) It takes more muscles to smile than it does to do nothing.

5.) People are less disappointed in me when they have no expectations of me in the first place.

4.) Without the invention of procrastination, we couldn’t have the opposite…whatever that is.

3.) Waiting too long to make dinner tonight only means I’m having breakfast tomorrow.

2.) No one will expect me to finish something if I don’t start.

~and, finally~

1.) My inability to do stuff let’s you be creative! (Insert your finest reason procrastination is a good thing in the comment section)

 

 

I am competing in a clean stand-up comedy contest at Comedy Works South (at the Landmark) near Belleview and Quebec on Wednesday, March 28th at 7:30pm. This means all the f-bombs and references to masturbating while tying off a tourniquet for heroin (now you know why I jerk lefty) that you’re used to will fall by the wayside as I put my churchiest-foot* forward. No need to fret, it’ll still be as funny as always only more so. Call ahead and let them know you’re with me for a free seat. I hope you can make it. Then again, I hope.

South at The Landmark

5345 Landmark Pl.
Greenwood Village, CO 80111
(720) 274-6800

Here are the other goons that’ll be trying their best with me:

 

*What I mean is I’ll be walking on water.

 

Stage fright doesn't stem from the terror of facing an audience but, rather, a microphone that looks like a beatnik.

I paid $10 to participate in a comedy contest at the Denver Improv at Northfield on Wednesday the 14th of March at 7:30pm. I also paid for Andrew Raschke. He paid me back with beer. I’d love it if you came out to support me as a stand-up comedian! I’m performing 5 minutes of my finest d!ck and f@rt jokes, which is to say I won’t be performing any of my d!ck and f@rt jokes. If you’re interested in coming down (and you really should be), it’s $5. You’ll have to call and make reservations. If you call me, I’ll make reservations on your behalf.

Denver Improv at Northfield

8246 E. 49th ave #1400

Denver, CO 80238

(303) 307-1777

 

Adding trouble to the mix will only spell hilarity.

Today’s post is dedicated to my brother, Milhouse. Keep it out of your mouth, man.

Mixing it up is human nature. The monotony of life can only be broken by challenging ourselves with the unfamiliar. But adding the wrong elements to your daily mix can be detrimental. Every once and awhile, for example, I decide to tie one on; these times are called evenings and weekends. As much as I love getting blitzed, the consequences of making this behavior part of my normal life has been less than favorable. Binge drinking has had its victories and disasters.  Going toe to toe against an Nepalese boy in an Indiana Jones style drink-off is just one of my many small victories.  Not waking up for the next three days from alcohol poisoning was a little disaster. I only survived after a shot of adrenaline to the heart and a stomach pump.

Mixing doesn’t just apply to poor decisions while drunk. Mixing in a little “fun” can be the spice that carries your boring life through to the end (which is near, by the way). However, just like Cold Stone Creamery, while certain mix-ins can be advantageous (and delicious), there are many additions that can quickly turn your “Gotta Have It” into a “What Was I Thinking?”  When mixing it up, one must be careful with his choices. Poor choices, just like pubic hair, have a tendency to get out of control. Here, then, are 10 reasons you shouldn’t mix it up:

10.) Mixing baking soda and vinegar is as cool a science experiment as it is a tasty lunch.

9.) The Obama/Biden campaign is the Oreo cookie of politics: Appetizing until you find out it’s full of lard.

8.) A mixer in the quad can only mean one thing: frat rape.

7.) Nothing sends more unwanted fetuses to that Big Dumpster in the Sky like combining antibiotics and birth control pills.

6.) Jesus is to Christians what Taco Bell and whiskey is to diarrhea.

5.) When your wife suggested your relationship could benefit from adding another person, you were thinking threesome with that cute waitress from Bennigans, she was actually talking about a marriage counselor.

4.) Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Drinks before noon and you’ll be out of work soon.

3.) It’s not sexual predators at the playground that contribute to pedophilia but, rather, the fact that you decided to add a child to your life.

2.) You lost 37% of your friends by adding a photo of yourself to your Facebook profile.

~and, finally~

1.) While Napoleon Dynamite illuminated us to the wonder of a liger by combining a lion and a tiger, MTV helped us realize if we mix a gorilla-juicehead guido with a Snooki, we get a really tan baby with fetal alcohol syndrome.

 

Christelle Meth needs help

Hello from Christelle

From: Christelle Adams <christelleadams2012@yahoo.co.jp>

Sent: Monday, March 05, 2012 7:50 AM

To: BossMan@work.com

Subject: Hello from Christelle – Reply

My name is Christelle, aged 17yrs. My father ( Late Dr. Adams.) passed away and i have little brother.

I want to be your friend if you accept. I can send you my photo so you see who is communicating with you.

I love life, as it comes to little exprience for past years, i love to honest partner.

 

FW: Hello from Christelle

—–Original Message—–

Forward From: “Boss Man” <bossman@work.com>

Sent: Monday, March 05, 2012 8:49 AM

To: “Wolsamnoraa” <wolsamnoraa@work.com>

Subject: FW: Hello from Christelle – Reply

Would very much like you friends with Christelle, aged 17yrs. Whose father ( Late Dr. Adams.) passed away leaving little brother.

I want you to be her friend. Christelle will send you a photo (love life love to honest partner).

Wolsamnoraa:

This inspires me to have you accommodate 17-year-old Christelle(meth). So sorry she lost her father. If you could begin meth and prostitution and begin sex/slave trade with her plus little brother.

Romney said it was OK to create jobs in this country.

Let’s get going on this.

-Boss Man

 

RE: Hello from Christelle

—–Original Message—–

Reply From: “Wolsamnoraa” <wolsamnoraa@work.com>

Sent: Monday, March 05, 2012 9:09 AM

To: “Boss Man” <Bossman@work.com>; “Christelle Adams” <christelleadams2012@yahoo.co.jp>

Subject: FW: Hello from Christelle – Reply

That’s a tall order. Meth I can do. Prostitution…no problem. Taking care of a little brother? I don’t know about that. Where did she go wrong? Her father was a doctor. He was probably one of those PhDs in sociology. His dissertation was on the deviant behavior of balancing his family life with his addiction to the seedy underbelly of the sex trade. I’m sure he died when the hooker he was seeing in a motel room OD’d on oxycontin or “hillbilly heroine” (as it’s known to the kids), and was unable to cut him down from the rig he strung himself from for a little autoerotic massage. He suffocated when the scarf around his neck stimulating a massive orgasm choked him to death. Boom! Christelle and her little brother are orphans. I can only imagine their mother died during the stillbirth of their other sibling, a three-legged mutant they were going to name Trey.

Sad.

Sincerely,

Wolsamnoraa

 

 

Just another day you don't want to look forward to.

 

When Zeus sat down to watch Pawn Stars and asked Artemis to script out the calendar year, she had one thing in mind: cockamamie fractions. The length of a regular year is precisely 365.242198 days long. This is because what you know as the 24 hour day is roughly four minutes short. Due to this discrepancy, after the Earth orbits the Sun once, we lose nearly all of what would be a 366th day. So what you know to be 365 days a year is actually 25% more. For all those go-getters out there wishing for more hours in the day, cram a d*ck in it; Your wish has been fulfilled. To make up for this extra time, every fourth year we tack on a bonus day and call it Leap Day.

In addition to coinciding with presidential elections and the summer Olympics, giving candidates and athletes one more day to cheat, Leap Day contains a bit of mystery and intrigue. It’s the only day that, like a dead beat dad, POOF, won’t be around for the next four years. Magic. People love the idea of monumental occasions falling on the 29th of February. Question: How absurd it is when we celebrate a birthday every four years? Answer: Considerably. If you died on Leap Day, we could essentially forget about you until the next Sarah Palin presidential run. Sadly, I couldn’t envision a world where you were dead and Sarah Palin wasn’t.

What is more interesting is what happens if we didn’t make an extra day and just let things ride. Eventually, our expectations of time (seasons, night and day, etc.) would start to shift from our calendars. 6 a.m. would eventually become noon and, even though you’d feel good about waking up so early, you’d still need a haircut you hippie. In this fantasy world, 120 years from now, summer would fall in December and snow in July would blow your mind all over your chest. It’d be like living in Australia which (to be clear) isn’t living at all. This is an example of why imagining things is bad. I’m sorry I brought it up.

Leap Day is a fun little bonus. It’s like finding out the cold sores on your lips are just from chapping and not herpes simplex 2. That’s the balm! What a wonderful world we live in where the distance from the Earth to the Sun is so perfect that we can exist without being burned to death by solar rays or too far away that we freeze in the vast expanses of space allowing us to reflect on the infinitely minute details of our lives that will fall by the wayside just in time for the next Leap Day.

 
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Gaga, you're such a free spirit. Your style inspires me(at).

There’s always been a little voice in the back of your head that screams “Fabulous” every time Lady Gaga puts on her meat suit. Your high school year book is riddled with graphic references to elephant walks and games of grab-ass you orchestrated in the locker room with the debate team. You don’t like to watch porn unless there is at least one penis “in it”. While these subtle cravings for manly endearment seem like the blaring siren and flashing disco ball indicating your supreme gayness, they’re not. This is normal and not gay. Sure, you like dancing exclusively with your homeboys at the club and you appreciate long, late night chats with your best bud. That’s perfectly understandable and not gay. The flamboyancy of the male mind requires a certain amount of affection, stimulation and compassion that can only come from other men. Just because it causes your parents to regularly confront you about your homosexual inclinations doesn’t mean you should be concerned. Your behavior is normal and explainable and not gay. Here, then, are 10 reasons you might be gay, but you’re not:

10.) Your lisp is a speech impediment you got as a kid when a mare kicked your head at horse jumping practice.

9.) If chicks can kiss their friends on the mouth for fun, then surely you should be able to kiss your bros.

8.) College was a time for experimentation. Everyone tries to relive the glory days. You’ve just literally put the past behind you.

7.) Constant erections when you ride buses are due entirely to bumpy roads and not day dreams about taking a deep ball from the first string quarterback.

6.) You hate the idea of raping even though you’ve entertained the idea of getting raped.

5.) Checking for glory holes in seedy bathrooms is merely a safety precaution.

4.) Lots of people happen to think that Paula Poundstone is funny.

3.) Ensuring your mid-section touches when you hug your priest just demonstrates your growing faith in him.

2.) Crying (even if every night) is a good way to alleviate your fears of vaginae.

~and, finally~

1.) Anal sex tears you up inside.

 

A rabbi and a horse are looking at a magazine rack. The rabbi picks up an Israeli newspaper and says to the horse, “I read it for the Haaretz-scopes.”

 
“It even sucks just looking like this *sshole.”                         – A little boy regarding Raul Julia

No one ever kicked the leg off a stool like Mark Antony did in 33BC. At a time when years regressed yet everyone got older, this double first-named sonuvabitch had a total blowout with his best buds (the Second Triumvirate) that led to a double suicide with his sh*tty girlfriend, Pharaoh of Egypt, enslaver of the Hebes, hoarder of mummified cats, Cleopatra (Single names are almost as bad as doubles). Ralph Lauren is racist towards black people even though they love his clothes. Tom Arnold sucks. Bea Arthur, deceased. Listening to country music is like smelling eggy farts which is why Randy Travis is an *sshole. “Keep it down up there, Anne Frank! You wanna get us all killed?” quoth a lot of dead Jews.

A double first name is a better indicator of your shady disposition than growing up in foster care. What is it about the double first-name phenomenon that stimulates such a contemptible person? I’m glad you asked. Here, then, are 10 reasons two first names makes you an *sshole:

10.) It’s not that I hate you if you’re named Andy Dick, it’s just your name says a lot about who you are.

9.) Hey, Katy Perry! Are you a chick or what? Why do I have a boner?

8.) Comic detective, Dick Tracy, spent his finest hour manhandling Blowtop Jones and Pinkie the Stabber.

7.) I’m guessing that  if you ran into guys named Mike Williams or Mike Frank you’d realize they are two bears who sixty-nine backwards so they can lick the honey out of each others *sses.

6.) Ronald Reagan‘s economics still don’t know if they’re coming or going.

5.) Tom Brady may be handsome, but I bet you didn’t know he’s a Quaker.

4.) Bruce Lee was fatally ninjured on the job.

3.) Believe me when I tell you that Muhammad Ali‘s cauliflower ear is more inviting than his other cauliflowered parts. “Float like a butterfly, stings when I pee.”

2.) Even Edmonton, Alberta in Canada sounds like a place homeless rapists go to die.

~and, finally~

1.) Even the triple threat and voice of Simba himself , Jonathan Taylor Thomas, has vanished into obscurity, possibly to Edmonton, Alberta.

 

 

 

 

 

Tyler, Aaron and Brandon are back again! February has been a roller coaster of emotion. Ty’s drinking habits have led him to a rocky hangover. Brandon reflects on when Alf and quiche were the height of luxury. Aaron remembers a simpler time when getting drunk with his brother, Milhouse, meant force feeding him cough syrup on the kitchen floor. They also touch on the loss of Whitney Houston and not the “Simpsons“. Ty throws up. Xbox and the bar scene in Denver. Facebook and Jeremy Lin. Sit back. Enjoy the ride. And loosen your pants for another fantastic edition of the BroJob Podcast!

 

0:57 Over/Under

2:10 1Up Bar Denver

4:40 XBox

7:30 Cyber Roofies

8:50 Concert Moms

11:22 Throw Up Commences

13:39 Speak & Spew

16:13 Whitney Houston

18:16 Which One Is Chandler?

19:00 Quiche & Alf

21:06 Cable Boobs

23:30 Jeremy Lin/ChinaJew

24:30 More Puke

27:38 Steal This Pet

28:53 Words W/Friends

30:32 Mom Says C*m Home

31:16 Milhouse

35:16 Salmon Drinks Mouth Wash

37:00 The End

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She did it right until it all went wrong.

My grandmother was murdered last week. She was struck in the head by a stroke. Maybe murder is too strong a word. She died because she lived for 90 years. Of all the people to die, old ones do more frequently. It’s a beautiful thing for a person to pay back borrowed time by living a long life; paying down the principal one day at a time. Before she was laid to rest, she was a stand up lady. She was independent and loved a lot of people. She also hated a lot of people which was hilarious. When someone dies, they say that instead of mourning the loss, we should celebrate the life. Even though I’d prefer it if people would celebrate my life when I’m alive, Grandma’s life is worth commemorating posthumously. She was a real spitfire. Here, then, are 10 reasons my grandma was the greatest:

10.) She drank a Heineken for lunch and a glass of scotch for dinner every day.

9.) The only time she ever cried was the day I was born.

8.) Punxsutawney Phil, the whistle pig that predicts winter’s end, was created in her likeness when she, after seeing her shadow, accurately forecast that one day a groundhog that saw its shadow would determine the length of winter.

7.) She owned a Korean restaurant that never once served dog.

6.) She made it through the Great Depression by cashing in her counterfeit Confederate States bank notes.

5.) She could boil water with her scorn.

4.) She invented condoms but never used them.

3.) After WWII, she turned an old train car into a speakeasy and called it the Jews Box.

2.) Her favorite cereal was Hell Raisin Bran.

~and, finally~

1.) She beat Oregon Trail…not the computer game, the real Oregon Trail.

 

Chris Carlton is producing the Colorado’s Most Wanted Comedy Showcase at the Toad Tavern. That’s right…comedy. Your’s truly is going to be on. I’ll tell a few jokes, doff my hat and collect roses from eager fans. Then I’ll wake up and realize they’re booing me and hurling beer bottles at my head. “Go to hell! And thanks for coming out,” I’ll say. Seriously though…it’s going to be pretty good. You should come because these guys are hilarious: me (of course), Aaron SnyderSam BuenoSteffen Williamson, Vince Curran, Andrew Rashke, feature act Stacy Roquemore headliner Ben Adams (sounds like a Benanums). Sunday, February 26th at 7pm. $5 at the door 21+. Here, look at the cool poster…

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