Showing posts with label Stockholm Syndrome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stockholm Syndrome. Show all posts

Friday, February 26, 2021

The EADJ Fashion Round-Up


It's important that your pleather pants match your pleather bag when traveling.


Nothing evokes the spirit of the Caribbean islands quite like Panda Express.


Remember when people used to dress up to fly on an airplane? She doesn't.

A tie-dye pattern that swirls right into ol' Vag Valley.

Monday, November 18, 2019

Here Are Your Job Numbers For November 18, 2019



Howdy office 2972 Corporate Drive! It's Wally, your humble beverage vendor here to refill the soda machine and water cooler in the break room AND to deliver this week's set of job numbers for your timesheets. Do remember to complete your hours by the end of the week, or else you don't get paid (but I will, because I have a contract with the building!). Anyways, here are the digits:

35595: Bait & switch

49141: Slap & tickle

03965: Rattle & hum

39002: Analyzing the Wonder Woman trailer more than you should

57657: Hiring the shitty backup babysitter

91001: Covering your nipples with Thin Mints

71321: Farting in your ceremonial robes

88421: Explaining to millennials who Kyle Minogue was

52121: Wearing the shit out of your mouse's scroll wheel

37823: Blaming your illegal behavior on the Mentos you just ate

60152: Defending "Suicide Squad" against your better judgment

83127: Claiming unreclaimed wood is reclaimed

Monday, October 16, 2017

14 Surprising Things Millennials Do and Don't Do


1) They don't say ".com" when mentioning sites like Match.com, Monster.com or Bestgore.com

2) When sharing a ride in a Lyft car, they don't feel the need to make conversation or even acknowledge other human beings. Like look at this asshole:



3) They know every lyric to every A$AP Mob song, but they've never heard of Kurt Cobain.

4) They don't make eye contact, shake hands, or smile.

5) If you ask them about "Duck Tales," they'll ejaculate in their skinny jeans.

6) If you leave any of your belongings outside near them, they'll compost it.

7) You can disperse a crowd of them by throwing a small ball of gluten.

8) The only media they trust is Instagram blogging star Cazz♮8⬟☠🙇SiswPO who has over 895 trillion followers.

9) They only communicate via memes, emoticons and gifs.

10) If you took away their phones, they would lose the ability to defecate and would eventually die.

11) You can temporarily distract them with a bowl of glass shards or an Etch-A-Sketch painted silver.

12) They are the first generation not to claim to be spiritual or religious, which is just as well since they don't have souls to begin with.

13) A group of them is called a gaggle. No, wait. Those are geese. I like them.

14) Good news! They're currently trending but will soon be jaded and bitter like the rest of us.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

The Models of the EADJ Fashion Roundup Speak Up


"It's cold out, so I should cover up. But I also feel so darn SEXY, I should wear the leggings that are torn on the thighs like one of those Bon Jovi concert shirts from 1989. Too bad this wool scarf totally covers up my 2013 cleavage."


"I'm a cool cowboy. I tell you whut, by the time you figure out what the words on the back of my jacket say, I'll have gutted you with my samurai sword and taken your girl. Bet."


"Goddammit, the furs at this boutique are all so boring. Don't you have something with alternating stripes… no, alternating stripes that ZIGZAG like Charlie Brown's shirt? You do?! Okay, I'll suck your dick if you take forty bucks off."


"I don't know what the fuck I was thinking when I put these glittered speed skating tights on. I look like one of the Wonder Twins at a gay pride parade."


RU @ THE BAR? IM W8TING 4 TRAIN. ON MY WAY.
LOOK FOR ME IN 10 MIN. ILL B DRESSED UP LIKE INDIANA JONES AFTER A YOGA CLASS WITH TWO SMALL WOLVES DEVOURING MY SHINS.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Joel MacDonald Ate A Dick, E-A-E-A-D-J


What to do, what to do.

Joel locked himself out of the apartment this morning when he took some used dick containers out to the trash. Unfortunately, it was still 4am, and none of his neighbors were up yet. So Joel tried to fall asleep on one of the lounge chairs by the pool.

The nearsighted security guard Paolo saw a figure sleeping by the pool and just assumed it was a bum who wandered onto the premises. He swung his truncheon onto Joel's shins, creating a loud CRACK that woke him up.

But before Joel had a chance to protest and explain his situation, Paolo had bagged him in a lawn trash bag and proceeded to throw him over the hedges into an adjoining construction site, which was a good 30 foot drop.

Joel's chimp servant Chad Yarborough enjoyed a very quiet, leisurely breakfast.

(pictured above, the actual bed that I slept in while visiting my cousin in New Jersey)