Showing posts with label Ayana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ayana. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Meanwhile, On Words With Friends...

Ayana successfully plays the word "TITMAN."


That's right. TITMAN. For 20 points.


Here's what Google Images brings back when you type it in search, even without filtering explicit results:


TITMAN.

Friday, April 11, 2008

TUUUUUU! Have and TUUUUUU! Hold


Ayana and Jessica make fun of a honking big portrait. Like, Stalin-big.

Stay tuned for more of their bridal adventures!

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

An As-Yet Unanswered Wedding Tip



Andrew asks Jessica an oblique (and super-dark) Wedding Tip question.

Jessica and Ayana had attempted to answer this question, but they were confused about the meaning of the question and filmed a really awkward non-response which was ultimately rejected by EADJ publishers.

So this is all we got so far.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Ayana is just plain AWESOME.


But pretty much any costume besides Denise Levin stapling leaves to her sweatshirt and muttering, "I'm Fall" is a good one. Bravo Ayana!

Friday, August 31, 2007

Joel's Dicklance Story Leak FOUND!

"Admittedly, I was the one who broke this rumor to the tabloids. Coinciding with my departure is an overall creative department need to up their dick-eating quotient as a team. I’m not saying whether Joel’s name was the first one tossed (salad), but you can probably draw your own conclusions. Will Joel return? Only Ayana knows for sure. And the man in the Michigan Avenue penthouse. And Grape Ape."

-Andrew Gall

Thursday, December 21, 2006

SCANDAL ROCKS THE CHICKEN BUCKET!!!!



News vans and reporters are scrambling in front of 225 North Michigan upon hearing that the "FUN PAGES: Draw The Rest of Brad's Body" contest held recently at the Chicken Bucket has been blown wide open with scandal. The fallout: hurt feelings, lost friendships, a lawsuit, and a divorce.

The contest was launched several weeks ago at the request of Ayana, who felt that "it was time for something to go up there." A simple template featuring Brad Harvey's head was made and the contest was announced. Within hours, the Chicken Bucket had been papered with entries, and Phil May had been invited to judge on December 5.

As the deadline approached, May suggested that maybe he shouldn't judge, as he had submitted his own entry! May's entry was balled up and thrown at him, but he was still invited to judge. By now an announcement had been posted by the entries: "The winner receives a free lunch with Brad Harvey, courtesy of Brad Harvey."

Phil May judged and picked a winner, and a ribbon was hung on the winning entry:


Lauren Fontinel and Suzie Caravella had worked together on the winning entry and not surprisingly, expected a free lunch from Brad Harvey. But as days passed, their elation turned into concern. Concern turned into regret. Regret into anger.

Brad had yet to take them out to lunch.

Brad eventually revealed that the entire contest did not have his blessing. He felt that he had been pressured into taking TWO winners to a contest he didn't even know about. His argument: he was out of town or something.


Undaunted by Brad's refusal, Fontinel allegedly took matters into her own hands, applying more pressure to claim her prize. She tacked a note onto the contest invitation: "Where's my free lunch Brad?'

Brad's terse response: "Up your butt Lauren."

In addition to the judging flap and the unresolved prize scandal, the contest has strangely taken on a life of its own. Weeks after the contest was judged, mysterious entries continue to be submitted:

What this means for the two current scandals is unknown. Do people still think they can win a free lunch from Brad? Is Brad taunting the girls? Why did he call them "Lunch-hungry sluts who can swab my nicotine-stained taint?" And who the fuck put THIS up?


Lives shattered. Questions unanswered. Families broken. More to come.