An LBS Irish Fun Fact!

March 17th, 2010 by Adam

Due to its devout Catholicism, Ireland is consistently cited in scientific polling on sexuality for having the least amount of sex acts going on per day per household.  And, of course, the most in churches.

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This Day in History – St. Patrick’s Day Edition

March 17th, 2010 by Dan

389 – St. Patrick allegedly drove all the snakes out of Ireland – an act so incredibly impressive to the Irish that they have celebrated it by getting completely fall-down shitfaced every March 17th since. What is often forgotten, however, is that St. Patrick also drove out every decent looking woman too.

461 – According to tradition, St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, died in Saul, County Down, giving millions of shitty Americans an excuse to get completely fall-down shitfaced every March 17th.

1845 – The rubber band was patented by Stephen Perry of London, finally allowing men with long hair to finally “pull it back.”

1868 – Postage stamp canceling machine patent was issued, infuriating dozens of other dorks who were trying to patent their postage stamp canceling machine.

1932 – German police raided Hitler’s Nazi headquarters where they uncovered dozens of sketches of an early Alfred E. Neuman prototype with the words, “What, Me Worry?” written in German.

1942 – John Wayne Gacy, was born in Chicago, Ill. His mother was quoted as saying, “We just know he’s going to grow up to be quite the ladies man.”

1952 – A US ban on the word “tornado” was lifted. The ban had started in 1886 when the US Army, which handled weather forecasting, determined that the harm done by predicting a tornado would be greater than that done by the tornado itself. The lifting of the ban put an end to one of the dumbest things ever.

1959 – The Dalai Lama fled Tibet and went to India, triggering a flood of refugees escaping Chinese rule. It turned out real good for them.

1999 – The Vatican and Sony announced the release of the first music video, “Abba Pater,” by Pope John Paul II. It was a PR move in order to make the Pope seem more “hip,” because their first attempt, Child Molestation, wasn’t working.

2000 – The United States lifted a ban on imports of Iranian luxury goods. Americans were finally able to purchase super hairy things and homophobia!

2003 – Police found 28 baby girls hidden in suitcases aboard a long-distance bus in southern Guangxi, apparently being smuggled for sale. Police later arrested 10 people involved in the scheme. The charges were later dropped when it was discovered that’s just how Chinese people sleep.

2004 – Harvard researchers reported that an enzyme in the brain appears to regulate appetite and weight. They named it the “Kirstie Alley” gene.

2005 – Lil’ Kim was convicted of lying to a grand jury about a shootout outside a New York radio station. Lil’ Kim started serving her 366-day sentence just before her fourth album was released in September 2005. This was a shocking revelation as no one would ever suspect a rapper of lying.

2006 – Some 93 whales began beaching themselves in Indonesia’s Central Sulawesi province. About 50 died as local villagers dragged at least 40 back to the open sea. Many scientists believe the cause of this was due to the fact that whales are stupid.

2006 – Officials in Japan said they have confirmed the country’s first case of mad cow disease in cattle raised to provide meat. The good news is that none of their dog and cat meat had mad cow disease.

2006 – A bus carrying dozens of teenagers on a school field trip toppled off a bridge on the outskirts of Mexico’s capital, killing 7 people and injuring at least 28. The Mexican police ruled the deaths a drug overdose.

The Continuing Adventures of Jack Grabber: Cider Press Rules

March 10th, 2010 by Dan

The Great Recession had settled in firmly, its boot heels dug into the dirt surrounding everyone who stood anywhere and the aire of despair it had brought with it was palpable. Employment opportunities were beyond scarce and even the need for privatized military had dwindled severely and now, for the first time since his junior year in high school, Jack Grabber was out of work and had decided that the blows of this particular time could be softened with a change of environment. Perhaps his destiny could be changed and fate would not lead him by the neck to a grave in the Panamanian jungle or in a gutter outside of a Russian gambling house, but rather, by the hand into a soft country bed where the breeze from the outside comes calmly through the window and simply takes his breath away until his next run at this whole crazy thing.

“August in Washington State was special and those that had never been could never actualize its beauty and those that have never had the blessed luck to experience it would not understand – could never understand.” These were the words that Jack Grabber had written in his journal after the second night he had slept under the crisp blanket of the Washington sky. After nine days in the Northeastern United States, Jack Grabber found work as a land hand at a Gravenstein orchard. Grabber was hired by a quiet, soft spoken black man by the name of Jibs. Jack received a moderate wage, worked long hours and spent his evenings with the boys eating ranch food, smoking hand rolled cigars and drinking backroom spirits. Grabber along with six other hands slept in the cider house that sat lovingly at the back of the property. The boys didn’t sleep as soundly as they usually did, even after their particularly long thirteen hour day; their minds were too unsettled, unable to join their exhausted bodies in a well deserved rest. You see, there had been whispers this week, whispers of the property owner, Ms. Elderod (the heir to her father’s land fortune) would be arriving in the morning to oversee the fruit operations. Grabber and his gentlemen quarter mates were concerned that the stories of Ms. Elderod were not largely exaggerated and they wouldn’t be able to sleep until they found out for themselves.

The morning came as it did every morning in Washington’s autumn; the crimson sun slowly rose over the orchards and the alarm clock woke the tenants of the cider house to the sound of the crowing goats. Of course, as always, Grabber had been awake for two hours already; sharpening sticks he had picked up on his mid-morning walks. This was a practice he was unable to shake no matter how long he had been on vacation. As the rest of the crew wandered into the small room at the front of the house, Grabber put his sticks down and waits for Jibs to give his morning speech. The quiet man enters through the side door. He limps at what seems a painful stride and exhales loudly as he pulls up a stool.

“Okay, boys, todays the day. Lady Elderod should be arriving any minute if she aint here already by now. She’s gained the land due to her daddy’s cold death and she’s been talkin’ bout makin’ a resort out here. Tearin’ down about eighty percent uh da trees if not more. Now, I have no idea how in the name of dick, this Lady Elderod thinks building a resort is uh wise choice durin’ deez ridiculous money times…”

“It’s not a resort, Mr. Mackenrow, a resort is where your peasants would stay if they had ten times the money they have now. I’m creating a luxury escape for the ultra wealthy, for those whom the recession does not even touch.” The voice of a well educated woman comes from behind Jibs. It was Lady Elderod. She was a tall woman, nearly six foot and slender but not in a grotesque Tilda Swinson way.

Jibs turns around and steadies himself as he rises to greet the woman. Ms. Elderod stops him, “Please, don’t get up.” Ms. Elderod flashes the boys a smile and exits.

Jibs stands up and takes a deep breath in order to address the boys. He hangs his head and raises it again.

“Well boys. I guess there’s no point now. I’ll pay you your dues and keep you on until she shuts it down. I guess I’ll go talk to her.”

From the back a man rises, his shadow casts coldness onto the room. Jibs catches eyes with the tower, “Yes, Jack?”

Grabber makes his way through the six other men, who, if Grabber had friends, the man would consider his friends. As he approaches Jibs, the frail man takes a painful step backwards.

“Relax, sir. Just let me talk to her. I can be very persuasive.” Grabber speaks as he pats Jibs on the shoulder.

“With women?” Jibs asks.

“With everyone,” Grabber replies.

Jibs steps out of the way, “Be my guest, son.”

As Grabber approaches the cider room, where he knew Ms. Elderod would be, doing paper work or looking at herself in an expensive compact, he could feel his fists clenching for the first time in seven months, it felt grand. He released his grip though – almost immediately. “This is a woman,” he thought. “She might be a twat, but she’s certainly not dangerous, I mean, Grabber knew the only dangerous women were those that touched his heart. He knocked at the cider room door but no one answered.

“Hello?” Ms. Elderod?”

There was no answer. In any other instance with any other person in any other state, Jack Grabber would be more cautious, more suspicious. Maybe it was the seven months of fresh air and no violence or maybe it was all the cider in his tummy that was making him sleepy, but whatever it was, it scared him. Regardless, Grabber pushes the door open, he thought he did it gently but as it crashed into the wall and a photo of Abraham Lincoln gutted on the floor, he guessed not. As the glass crushed beneath his size fourteen boots, Grabber peered here and there but he couldn’t sense the presence of anyone anywhere. He relaxed. As he surveyed the room, his eyes caught a desk by a window and on the desk were red-tagged files. If Grabber knew one thing, it was that these red-tagged files could release a shitnami of trouble. He gave his surroundings one last check before perusing through the files. He sat quietly and opened the files – the papers were from Guatemala and written in a Spanish dialect common in Belize, luckily for everyone, Jack Grabber understood every single word. Eleven minutes passed and Jack Grabber had become comfortable in the old hickory rocking chair with his feet up on a small lamp desk. His comfort quickly fades and Jack freezes… someone was in the room.

“Ms. Elderod, I presume.”

“You must be Jackson Brimley Grabber.”

“So, I assume by “Luxury Escape” you meant child slavery housing escape.”

“Clever man. Who would have thought one of Jib’s monkeys could read Portuguese.”

“That’s not all this monkey can do. You know I’m going to stop you, Ms. Elderod.”

“You know I’m going to stop you from stopping me, Mr. Grabber.”

“Not if I stop you from stopping me from stopping you, Ms –“

“Silence!”

Grabber hears the cocking of an old featherweight colt pistol. He’s been out of practice for almost a year but he knew what to do. But before he could execute his plan, Lady Elderod shoots Grabber through the rocking chair through his left shoulder. Grabber couldn’t believe it; was this woman more insane than he could have ever imagined or was he that out of practice? He couldn’t take the time to figure it out. Thank goodness for Grabber, he’d been shot so many times in the shoulders that he barely felt a thing. Grabber kicks the chair out from beneath him, cracking Lady Elderod at the waist, just as she gets another shot off. Grabber leaps through the window and out the cider room. The child trafficking land baron fires numerous shots through the walls.

“C’mon and get me, Sweetheart.”

Grabber takes off down the cobblestone path that leads to the press room – where the juice gets made. It worked. Elderod was following him firing shot after shot, missing Grabber with each one.

“How many bullets does she got?” Grabber says out loud.

Grabber bellies to the ground and sneaks into the press room through the side door. He knew if he could get her in, facing him, he could take control of the situation so he makes it in and sits in the back corner. Now he waits, surrounded by baskets of Gravensteins and a gigantic cider press, sticky sweet with apple juices. Grabber waits and waits and then he hears the footsteps around the press house side door. With one hand full of apples and the other grasping an apple corer he waits for his moment, the door slowly opens… his hands tense and sticky he gets ready to pounce, he could almost see her and just as he’s about to unleash, Ms. Elderod bleats. Grabber slowly rises, it wasn’t Lady Elderod, it was Tallulah, the morning goat. Grabber puts his apples down and Tallulah wanders over to him and licks his face.

“Hi, sweetie, what are you doing in here.” He playfully asks.

“It’s me, Samir. An Iraqi wandering sand witch cast a spell on me and placed my spirit inside this goat, Jack. I can’t be returned to my original form until my name is cleared in Iraq. Please help me.”

Jack couldn’t believe it. He tickled the goat’s funny mustache. One minute he was being chased by a child slave trading monster and the next he’s talking to his old friend Samir, ex-Iraqi Guardsman currently on the run from a rape charge that Grabber just KNEW probably wasn’t true, whose essence had been caged inside a morning goat. “The whole thing with Lady Elderod must have been a dream,” he thought. “Yes, of course, a female land baron turning a Gravenstein orchard into a child slavery trading post… that’s preposterous.” Just as he went to get up, to help his friend Samir, he felt a terrible aching in his head. All of a sudden, Samir the goat was going out of focus, until it disappeared all together. The room suddenly got brighter and he was tied to a shelving unit at the back of the press house and in front of him, Lady Elderod stood, holding an old fashioned hand operated apple peeler.

“Wake up, Mr. Grabber.”

“Dammit. I must have fallen asleep in the press room waiting for her.” He whispered, “I guess my adrenaline doesn’t keep me up like it used to.”

“I guess not. I saw you through the window, you were fast asleep and muttering the name, Samir. Friend of yours?” She asks.

“You don’t worry about him… I’d be worried about you.”

Jack Grabber looks around the room, “AHA!” Elderod has her back to the old cider press, but she’s walking closer and closer, putting her farther and farther from the press. He had to act fast. Lady Elderod turns the handle on the apple peeler slowly.

“Let’s see what your situation would look like… peeled, shall we?”

As she goes for Grabber’s braided belt, he launches a boot into her chest, rocketing her onto the slab of the cider press. She moans in shock. Just then, Grabber tears the shelving unit that he’s been tethered to out of the wall and kicks a large turnstile as hard as he can, releasing the press that rests six feet above Elderod. The press slams down on the feisty charlatan, engulfing her completely. Grabber breaks from the shelves and looks around in panic, then he finds what he’s looking for. He grabs a mason jar from off the floor and places it under a spicket beneath the press slab just in time to fill it with a crimson liquid that comes dribbling out. Grabber stands and takes a long swig of the Elderod juice.

“Mmmmm… 100% bitch. NOT from concentrate.”

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LBS Greatest Hits!

March 9th, 2010 by Adam

In the wake of the wild success that the site has seen over the last month, with money flowing in from our sponsorship by BabyTouch pillows, we wanted to take a look back at the posts that made us what we are now…  posts such as the original, infamous, and completely unmerited taunting of Johnny Cash:

There is one thing above all that led to Johnny Cash’s rise to prominence above his contemporary rivals like Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper and La Bamba: their collective death in a plane crash in a field in Iowa.

In his last year Johnny Cash famously recorded “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails. The lyrics include lines like “I hurt myself today”. In the original version Reznor was referring to his frequent attempts at suicide. Cash’s interpretation had more to do with his strained attempts to move his bowels.

A little known fact is that Cash’s song “I Still Miss Someone” is sung from the perspective of his children as they thought about the father who spent no time with them and refused to pay for their schooling.

Back then it was known as “walking the line”. Now it’s known as “bisexuality”.

What’s the similarity between a record and Johnny Cash? Both are round, black and take steely rods in their holes.

When Johnny Cash’s brother died early in their youth two tragedies came out of it: 1) we never got to hear the songs his brother could have written, and 2) we had to hear the songs that Johnny wrote.

The Man in Black famously performed at Folsom Prison. Many commented on how notable it was to have a rebel perform in front of so many rebels. Few commented on how notable it was to have a rapist perform in front of so many rapists.

Over the years, biographies and biopics like Walk The Line have promoted the theory that Johnny Cash’s distinctive deep growl came about from years of abusing cigarettes, alcohol, and other substances, distracting audiences from the real sordid cause: nearly non-stop deep-throating.

It is ironic, when you think of it, how well known Cash became as “The Man in Black” when his bank account was “in the red” from years of abusing cigarettes, alcohol, other substances, and deep-throating.

In reality the closest Cash ever came to falling into a burning ring of fire was when he went down on June Carter Cash during her late-life, month-long outbreak of herpes.

Cash claimed that all his songs were written very quickly, most of them taking less than ten minutes to write and compose. No one was surprised by this.

In late life Cash suffered from diabetes brought about from years of indulgence and obesity (it’s no coincidence that Man in Black chose black – it’s slimming).

When asked toward the end of his life how he still continued to tour playing songs he had written nearly 30 years ago without forgetting a chord or lyric, Cash responded that it was not such a feat after all, as they are all exactly the same.

In one song, Johnny intoned “it’s dark as a dungeon, damp as the dew”. It was the only known reference he is known to have made in song to Willie Nelson’s anus.

What’s the difference between Johnny Cash and Buddy Holly? They both knew how to sing lyrics but only the latter ever learned how to write.

What’s the difference between a Johnny Cash original and a cover of his song by another performer? The latter is in tune.

At what age did Johnny Cash become an expert at guitar playing? It’s a trick question, this would have occurred if he had lived to be 100.

Why have none of Johnny Cash’s children followed in their father’s footsteps and become musicians in their own right? Because each was raised in foster homes amid squalor and dissolution.

LBS’s Brand New Corporate Sponsor! – Dimoggio’s Piping Hot Tomato Slices

March 9th, 2010 by Dan

Dimoggio’s Fresh Italian Piping Hot Tomato Slices are steamed at 500 degrees and served soaking wet.

The Old Country farmers at Dimoggio’s Tuscan farms pick the tomatoes and slice them RIGHT on location. Immediately following the slicing, the slices are placed in the farmers’ pockets to ensure balminess. So we can say, with absolute truth: From our pants to your mouth!

And remember, Dimoggio’s Fresh Italian Piping Hot Tomato Slices always taste better on hot summer days!

Enjoy!

Check Out Tom Green’s Standup Tour

March 4th, 2010 by Adam

We went recently to see Tom Green perform here in Chicago and the show was amazing.  If you can, make sure to catch him on one of his remaining dates (Texas, California, Missouri and Arizona) and check out his online talk show, free at his website.  You can even easily skype in to talk to guests like Steve-O, Norm MacDonald, Andy Dick and more.

www.tomgreen.com

An Unmerited Taunting of Gerard Butler

March 4th, 2010 by Adam

Butler (pictured above between takes in his film “Human Manatee”) once saved a young boy from drowning on an off-day from filming in Scotland, presenting the government with the dilemma of having to reward the isolated heroic act of a terrible man.  Ultimately they decided to give him the award but it was presented to him by the Humane Society, since he is such a dirty dog.

The other day, youngsters flocked to the Gap in Hollywood because they heard that jeans were “half off”.  Unfortunately they were disappointed when they arrived as they realized the jeans in question were Gerard Butler’s as he tried to show a young employee his balls.

Butler’s film “300″ was one of the first truly big IMAX theatrical releases.  The film was shot on IMAX to reinforce the epic nature of the story.  Butler’s next film is also slated to be released in the IMAX format, but this time so that the screen can accommodate his love handles.

Butler has expressed some frustration that he has not yet bagged an Oscar, though he was quick to boast that he’s been with a Riccardo, two Manuel’s, and one Enrique.

A little known fact is that “300″ was originally going to be a live-action movie with naturally muscled actors, but when Butler turned up for shooting with 30 more pounds of cellulite than expected the entirety of the footage had to be converted into this dismal cartoon that was released to the public.

Before he was even famous as an actor, Butler was already linked to many of the hottest starlets in Hollywood as many of them were already supplementing their beautiful locks with extensions harvested from his famously fine, long and silken ass hair.

Butler was more recently cast in the movie “Law-Abiding Citizen” (though, of course, he is not).

Butler has been known to boast that he’s a real “breast man,” and those who have seen him shirtless have tended to agree.

Q: Why is the floor of Gerard Butler’s restroom always completely wet?

A: Because he never dries his face after drinking out of the toilet.

An LBS Fun Fact!

March 3rd, 2010 by Adam

Plants are so stupid that they think sunlight is food!

Idiots.

Torn from the Headlines!

March 1st, 2010 by Adam

The Canadian hockey team defeated their US rivals in overtime to take the gold medal on Sunday, bringing the 2010 Winter Olympics to a close.  US citizens will now be forced to return to their usual complete apathy to the sport, but will be able to look forward to pretending to care about bicycling as this summer’s Tour de France approaches.

The Sea World whale trainer killed recently was remembered today by family members for her loving support, co-workers and friends for her dedication to marine life, and by whale Tilikum for the severe case of indigestion he’s been suffering this week.

The Bachelor’s Jake Pavelka made his final decision this week in the much anticipated season finale of the popular dating show.  Pavelka announced that he will not, in fact, seek treatment for the virulent strain of antibiotic resistant herpes he contracted from the female contestants, but will instead resign himself to the hospice route.

General Motors has announced they intend to have a major shake-up of their sales and marketing team in the near future, in what is quite an unexpected move.  Not to be outdone, rival Toyota has an even more surprising move in store for their drivers: a move forward at increasingly terrifying speeds despite the deployment of brakes and emergency breaks, ending with one’s body thrown through a wall of earthly flames, while one’s soul is thrown into the still hotter flames of hell.

Jay Leno returned to TV this week.  Though there is much public scrutiny of his return, he is expected to ease comfortably back into the Tonight Show desk chair as he is a seasoned veteran or the forum, and the chair still bears the stress marked indentation from his Kardashian-sized ass cheeks.

An Unmerited Ja Rule Taunting

March 1st, 2010 by Dan

Jeffery Atkins says he took the name “Ja Rule” for very detailed and intricate reasons of which he wouldn’t speak. When grilled by MTV, Atkins eventually broke down and explained. “Some of my friends called me ‘Ja’ and other friends called me ‘Rule’ so I just put them together.” Upon releasing this information it was immediately discovered where all the creative genius that went into his rap songs came from.

Although it is a well known fact that Jeffrey Atkins is a chronic bed wetter, he has never rapped about it in his music. Not once.

Ja Rule and his wife had a themed wedding: The Godfather, proving no matter how rich you are, you can still be responsible for reinforcing stereotypes.

Rule has a touching song called “Between Me & You” about the large yellow stain that partitions his side of the bed from his girlfriends.

From 2000 until 2002, it has been reported that Jeffrey “Ja Rule” Atkins sold more records than any other rapper and was the highest paid. There are some who say that this may not be accurate, but the 2000 census seems to confirm this citing a marked rise in the population of idiot wiggers.

Ja’s kids have been bugging him for a pool in their New Jersey mansion but due to the economic recession Ja makes them sleep during the day so they can hang out and play in the “water” under their dad’s bed during night time.

Despite coming in at about 5′5, 126 lbs, Ja Rule has said that Suge Knight is all show and not scary at all. He also added that he’s a really good kisser.

On December 6th, 2005 Ja Rule took a hiatus from rapping. This, alongside the crash of the Hindenburg and the bombing of Pearl Harbor is considered the greatest tragedy in American history (for wiggers).

Ja is known to travel with a posse that is even larger than Snoop Dogg’s. When asked why he needs so many people on the road with him, Ja explained that some are there to score his weed, some to procure food and lodging at each tour stop, the remaining thirty are there to follow him around with mops.

Ja Rule founded the L.I.F.E Foundation, which opens its doors to underprivileged children through various programs such as art, music, poetry and sports. Just another example of Ja Rule’s boundless creativity; starting a philanthropic association that has only been done 4 hundred billion times before.

Many notice Ja Rule’s signature stylish shaved head look, but what most don’t know is the reason he shaves his head is so it doesn’t get soaked while he sleeps.

Ja Rule is married to Aisha Atkins whom he met in highschool when she was helping him get over his fear of the dark. Unfortunately Jeff Atkins passed this fear onto his children who, surprisingly enough, conquered their fear while their father still struggles.

Atkins has said that one of his biggest heroes is Niccolo Machiavelli. He’s been quoted as saying that it was his other hero, Tupac Shakur’s, favorite book. Atkins used to keep a copy of Machiavelli’s text, “The Prince” (even though he couldn’t read) under his pillow until the pages got so wet that the book disintegrated altogether.

Jeff “Ja Rule” Atkins is a celebrated homophobe, being quoted in magazines as saying homosexuality is “fucking up America.” Mr. Atkins has a point. I mean, it couldn’t possibly be irresponsible street thugs who become millionaires for shooting people and rapping about killing cops while giving absolutely nothing back to their communities that are “fucking up America.”

Even Dr. Dre (though not a fan of Rule’s) has had to admit that Rule resembles Tupac Shakur more than a little, remarking that “if it weren’t for being a lot shorter and smelling a lot more like an unchanged litter box, I’d barely be able to tell the two apart.”

Jeff Atkins has said that he really wants to work with R. Kelly… for reasons too obvious to state here.

Ja Rule is known for his six pack abs, but guess what? He doesn’t have to diet for them. “I eat whatever I want and people get mad,” He says. The key must be all the water weight he loses at night.

Ja Rule has been quoted as saying, “I listen to Nickleback.” Proving that not only does he just kind of suck in general but he has no music taste even outside of hip hop.

Hip Hop Magazine once asked Rule why he rocks an extra long do-rag on his head at all times. Rule replied “this ain’t no do-rag, this my emergency sham-wow.”

Q: What takes a shower late each night and early each morning, yet is never clean?

A: JA RULE