Among the vast, oatmeally rogues gallery of floppy-titted PTSOTL characters, there are a few that have really touched a nerve with the viewing public at home. Among the recent winners there's those loveable scamps down at Occupy Boston, the phallo-centric motivational creeps at Alpha Male Lifestyle, that crazy broad wot crawled inside her dead horse, the oblivious ethical n00bz/plagiarists of Wastechester, Scarlett Johannson's sweater hams, and the clammy-pantsed child pornographers of Bar Stool Sports. Everyone has their favorite -- that's why we're the 37th most popular meme-recycling, half-assed music commentary, and link-baiting listicle service in Eastern Massachusetts among people with desk jobs that they don't really care about age 27-33.
But if I had to pick my own personal favorite, it would be this fella right here, a curious entity known only as The Sweatiest Man in the World. If you'll recall from that link I just posted in the sentence before this one that you presumably followed, he is a one-man gag/meme factory that I have to contend with at the gym every day, who literally sweats rivers of greasy man salt that flows across the entire gym floor. I was walking by his exercise bike of choice today and I happened to catch an unexpected glance at what sort of gland-based damage our man has wrought. It wasn't pretty. Once I got done gagging all over my Larry Bird-era vintage short shorts I snapped a picture, which I will now share with you below, because I don't want you to eat ever again.
Here's the original, in case you missed it.
And here are the after-effects of months of sweat on a piece of industrial strength machinery.
That's rust. Or maybe it's fungus? Anyway, try not to think about this next time you're at the gym/trying to go to sleep.
Now here are some other boring pictures I am too lazy to write entire posts for.
Speaking of rusty fungus, Evan Kenney and I saw Linday Lohan's old homegirl SamRo 'spin' some EPIC BANGERS at Lolita here in Boston the other night, which was kind of :/ This picture of Evan sums it up nicely:
Oh woops, actually that's him on another night in his Courtney Love persona, but close enough, because that's basically how it all ended up anyway after we got what was my first, and hopefully last, taste of an authentic BOTTLE SERVICE experience.
The cool thing about bottle service, and I assume this is how it always works, is that you go sit at someone else's table that's too wasted to realize they don't know you and your friends, and some girl in a really small mini skirt comes and pours tequila all over the table and everyone gets bummed out.
Here's me having an authentic musical experience at the Surfer Blood show at the Lansdowne Pub the other night. Cool part about this venue is that's it's also a restaurant so you can really groove to the chicken finger vibes wafting through the air while the band plays. Still dig this "Swim" jam though.
Food blogging! Hey, remember Luke's Ice Cream Blog? Wtf was that about anyway?
Dirty Dishes waves.
Saw SBTRK the other, other night. Who gives a shit. Sexy jams though, like this one.
Stopped by the office my friend works at the other day and saw this on the white board. Thought it summed up the idea of working in an office pretty succinctly.
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7 comments:
really miss those ice cream days. Lazy posts are good posts.
Don't we all buddy, don't we all.
still can't believe that's sweat
This may be of interest:
http://www.buzzfeed.com/keenan/pictures-of-barack-obama-eating-ice-cream
@ SBTRKT. They just don't have the same money to put into promo videos that they used to.
that video is pretty siqqq I think innit?
I think I used to blast my pecs at that same gym.
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