As if I needed further proof that deer have bad intentions, check out this cake [h/t: Cake Wrecks]:

I think the Cake Wrecks summary says it all:
As if I needed further proof that deer have bad intentions, check out this cake [h/t: Cake Wrecks]:

I think the Cake Wrecks summary says it all:
I don’t make it through many of the viral video fads (too busy playing Word Challenge!), although some are pretty funny — “What are you sinking about?” or this literal take on the 80s Aha classic Take On Me.
However, the Where the hell is Matt? video series always makes me tear up a bit. There’s something so odd and wonderful about this gooner going around the world, dancing up a nerdy storm in beautiful locations and getting all kinds of people to dance with him.
I would gladly sacrifice some “professionalism” in church life for this kind of unhinged joy.
Somewhere between Puff Daddy and Soulja Boy, I lost track of hip hop. I still prefer older school conscious rap, like the Native Tongues collective (A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, etc.) and Public Enemy.
That’s why I was so pleased to rediscover these all-star hip hop confabs from back in the day (thanks, Stereogum!). I mean, where else would you see members of NWA playing nice with Young MC and Ice-T other than in the West Coast Rap All-Stars jam, “We’re all in the same gang”? Or, to quote Stereogum:
This is the first time I’ve listened to MC Hammer, Tone Loc and the Digital Underground in one sitting since my Bar Mitzvah
I came to U2 later in life.
Back in the day, my musical tastes tended towards post-punk, indie and hardcore. To me, U2 was white-hat jock territory. Then again, I’m completely ahistorical in my musical influences — I thought “Mrs. Robinson” was a Lemonheads song the first time I heard it and, to my cultural Philistine ears, there was no discernible difference between the Beatles and the Monkees. Sad, I know.
My wife, who has made me a better man in so many ways, introduced me to U2 (and the Beatles, Nick Drake, Simon & Garfunkel and many other seminal artists. I can’t get her to like Depeche Mode, though. Yet.). She is smart and cool.
Part of me wants to be an arthouse indie film snob… but then I remember how much I love buddy movie singalongs and I gladly abandon those ambitions. Experience the love for yourself below:
Can you think of any other buddy movie singalongs?