Did anyone doubt her sanity while sporting a haircut 30 years too late? Jesus, she looks like everyone’s aunt who was born in 1946.
With the advent of an app that will drop booze at your door step, society is officially crumbling. At this point, I can’t really see any reason to leave the house.
GrubHub brings your food, Peapod brings your groceries, FedEx brings your toys, Drizly brings your booze and Amazon will bring you all those things via drone within two days.
Sometimes I think of George Washington going back to Mt. Vernon after a long day of arguing about the British and their tyranny, trying to convince his fellow Patriots to declare independence. Then he gets his sushi 40 minutes later and thinks, “Eh, fuck it, the British aren’t so bad.”
#54 will always have a special place in my heart. His election to the Pro Football Hall of Fame is well deserved and a justified reward for an exceptional career. Say what you will about his new career as the spokesman for “Restore,” at least he’s not out there trying to sell subtly implied boner pills like Frank Thomas.
I will be the first to admit that the first time I saw this commercial I laughed pretty hard. Perhaps because it is reminiscent of Chris Columbus’ classic ‘Home Alone’ or perhaps it is because I just enjoy a good banana peel gag. However, there is something a bit more sinister afoot in this commercial.
Domino’s thinks I’m a stupid asshole. The utter lack of confidence they have in the average consumer to get from their store to the kitchen table without dropping a pizza pie on the ground (or otherwise rendering it inedible) is astounding. But, even more aggravating is that they think it is a viable marketing tool to insure the pizza “at no cost to you.” My old man didn’t raise a fool. There is no such thing as a free pizza. This means that myself and the rest of the responsible pizza carrying public are paying for this doofus’ free pizza, all because he wasn’t responsible enough to get food, that was in a protective box, from A to B. I will take my business to Pizza Hut and save myself $0.03 in hidden fees. Caveat Emptor.
The logistics of the whole thing kind of blow my mind as well. I would say that no one could have so little pride that they would be willing to walk back into a Domino’s and admit they were not capable of taking a pizza to their home without destroying it, but I’m not that sure about people today. Yes, if this was 1991 and my dad went to get a pizza to get his four screaming asshole kids to shut the fuck up, and he somehow didn’t get the pizza home, there is no fucking way he’s going back. He’s either swinging by McDonald’s or he’s just getting on the expressway and never looking back.
Now me, I’d maybe go back, but there’s zero chance I’m asking them to give me a free pizza. My shame would force me to make up a story about how I either gave it to a more needy person or I had some unexpected guests coming for dinner and needed to purchase an additional pizza. And I’m calling that motherfucker in on my way back. There’s no way I’m sitting there for the 11-14 minutes it takes for them to prep and flash cook that thing while they all stare at me, poking holes in my bullshit story about why I need another pie.
But Dakota, he’s got no problem walking into that Domino’s saying, “Hey, maaaan, I like, dropped my zza maaaan. Good thing you guys gave me the free insurance. #blessed”
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation 2: Cousin Eddie’s Island Adventure sucks so bad I don’t know where to begin.
Fifteen years (1989/2004) after the original, Randy Quaid is back playing Cousin Eddie although you can barely tell. Its like his soul fled up to Canada to escape the “Hollywood Killers” and his sweaty, bloated body stayed back in L.A. to do this piece of shit.
The terrible plot revolves around Cousin Eddie getting fired from his job at a nuclear facility then getting bitten on the ass by his coworker (a monkey) before he leaves. Too stupid to realize he should sue, he accepts an all-expense-paid-vacation to the South Pacific for him and his family as severance. Crazy/grumpy Uncle Nick (Ed Asner) provides relief from the comedy with his courtship of attractive female tour guides and jokes about crapping. Cousin Audrey joins the clan as National Lampoon makes us endure the “Audrey just broke up with her boyfriend and will never love again” routine while Eric Idle cameos as the “English guy who gets accidentally beat up a lot” for yet another vacation. At some point, the entire family is shipwrecked on a remote island but they don’t let that ruin their Christmas! Cousin Eddie and the family survive after making drinking cups out of coconuts and clothes out of palm tree leaves!
Holy hell is this movie terrible. I think it was a Made-For-TV movie and then TV was like, “Nah, we don’t want it.” I kept thinking an ABC watermark should be in the corner of the screen. Pretty sure they made Randy Quaid do all his own stunts, too. He’s gotta be lower on the food chain than Hollywood stuntmen.
Don’tsee this movie. It’s not, “so bad its good” no matter how high you are.
Fred Willard co-stars.
My fellow scoundrels, it is my pleasure to inform you that the State of Gross is once again strong and prosperous. For every gym motivation or ketogenic diet Instagram post, there is a person struggling to find the motivation to take out the garbage or treating themselves to plate of nachos for their birthday.
It’s true that we have taken an extended hiatus. However, I would like to assure you that most of the time was spent playing video games, picking our noses and trying out the revamped value menus at various fast food establishments. Our passion for embracing our foibles has never been stronger.
We hope that once again we can provide a few laughs and bring nuanced discussion to the otherwise ignored corners of life.
You may have noticed that content from the original site is now gone. We would like to make a convenient excuse, like we want a fresh start, but that’s simply not true. The real reasons are a lack of forward thinking, a lack of technical knowledge, and generally being too cheap to pay someone who might be able to fix it.
But, hell, that’s us. We suck. We’re gross. And we embrace that. And we hope you will too.
It’s good to be back.
(Stand and Applaud)