Remember the
single man who did a fierce dance rendition of Beyonce's "Single Ladies" song? Well, this guy wants to throw his one-piece into the ring. I give him an "A" for effort and nerve.
It's no Shiba Inu
live puppy cam, but it's still effing brilliant. Ha. Ha.
The masters of satire over at
The Onion have this faux news story about a YouTube challenge to its users: Make a video worth watching. The requirement? That it be somewhat watchable, provide a shred of enjoyment for someone other than the people who made the video, that the person who shoots the video have a reason for doing so other than, "I own a camera," and that the person shoots it while sober.
Bob Ross was some artist. Instead of being a tortured, absinthe-drinking, self-mutilating weirdo, good ol' Bob gave off a stoner's "all is good with the world" vibe. Painting the top of mountains with little blobs of white paint could send him off on a reverie.
Where has Sham Wow (chamois, get it?) been my whole life? I kept hearing comedians and television personalities refer to it, but now I know what it is. And naturally, once I looked it up on YouTube, I found that there are a bazillion spoofs.
I always knew that Ernie was the stabilizing force for Bert. He was the social one, the happy one, the one who always went, "Tee hee hee hee" while playing with rubber duckies. Just watch this video of Bert gone
Travis Bickle, and you'll see why he never should've stopped being Ernie's roommate.
It's easy for a singer to get pigeon-holed. That's why the "Monster Mash" singer has to prepare for his time after
Halloween. Watch him parlay the catchy beginning of this famous spooky song into other, seemingly less relevant holidays.
Oh, man. I love
Michael McDonald's smooth '70s voice. Such a lovable, stoned hippie voice.
Meet Ship's Captain, the first openly gay horse to compete in a major race. Rumors have swirled around a number of famous horses since time immemorial, but since they chose not to disclose their sexual leanings, other homosexual horses, including plough horses and ponies, have had to remain in the closet. (That must be one huge closet!) Thank heavens that horses who love horses of the same sex can now love openly, and without shame.
There's nothing worse than finding out a song you love is actually about some crazy drug trip. With "metaphor-free radio," all the singers tell it like it is. Wait a minute .
