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Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Burning Questions

A banner ad for Endurance car insurance, featuring Ludacris and Danica Patrick:


1) What the hell?

2) Is this a Fast and the Furious movie tie-in?

3) "Ludacris: Artist and Musician". Doesn't his music count as his art? What, does he paint landscapes or weave tapestries too? (Cool, if so)

4) Was the accompanying music to the banner "Move Bitch"?

5) Did Luda not offer a seat to Danica? Is he not a gentleman?

6) Do Danica and Ludacris have a irreconcilable disagreement but begrudging respect for each other and that's why they're standing back-to-back like so many rom-com movie posters?

7) Who drives in that relationship?

8) If car repairs were covered, wouldn't you not be paying for them anyway?

Monday, December 9, 2013

Robert Ludlum Is Running Out Of Nouns


 Author Robert Ludlum has run into an enviable crisis: his Jason Bourne books (and movies) have gotten so popular that he has run out of nouns for book titles. After "Identity," "Supremacy," "Deception," "Sanction," "Ultimatum," and "Legacy," his noun well has run dry, and this could affect his 58 future releases.


Here now are the remaining possible titles that Ludlum has left to release:

The Bourne Inconvenience
The Bourne Umbrage
The Bourne Strategy
The Bourne Stratego
The Bourne Hasselhoff
The Bourne Syllabus
The Bourne Cypher
The Bourne Target Market
The Bourne Hasenpfeffer
The Bourne Baby Björn
The Bourne Shiwala
The Bourne Betrayall (different from "Betrayal" in that it has two l's)
The Bourne Noun
The Bourne Jeggings
The Bourne Status
The Bourne Thingy
The Bourne Crinoline
The Bourne Demitasse
The McBourne
The Bourne Hub (not to be confused with PornHub)
The Bourne Enruobeht (palindrome!)
The Bourne Candy Crush Saga
The Bourne Canker
The Bourne Summersquash
The Bourne Twihard
The Bourne Disestablishmentarianism

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

An Open Letter


Dear Billy Mays,

Hi, how are you? I am fine. You've never met me, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm kind of concerned for you. Based on your commercials and Home Shopping Network appearances, it seems to me that you might be going deaf.

Some friends of mine say you probably aren't losing your hearing. Your job, they say, requires that you be very vocal about whatever you sell, and being super-loud– to the point of giving people conniptions– is considered an asset, whether you're hocking OxiClean, Orange Glo, or some other unremarkable home-based cleaning product.

But I disagree with them. I don't believe that merchandise like the Lint-B-Gone Lint Brush, the Gopher Reaching Tool, and the AwesomeAuger Ground Auger, Weed Auger, and Power Extender Gardening Tools warrant the kind of thunderous shouting usually reserved for protesters at an abortion clinic. Sure, maybe the occasional "revolutionary breakthroughs" like Mighty Putty or Vidalia Slice Wizard do call for extra enthusiasm, but you seem to be stuck on full blast, giving the same bowels-releasing bellowing for the mediocre Handy Switch Remote Light Switches as you do the far-superior Steam Buddy Wrinkle Remover/Creaser.

So that is why I'm convinced you're suffering from tinnitus or some sort of middle ear hearing loss. In 1972 the U.S. EPA told Congress that at least 34 million people were exposed to sound levels on a daily basis that are likely to lead to significant hearing loss. And if you're screaming your goddamned head off like someone dropped a cinder block on your nuts all the time, Billy Mays, I can see why you might be getting a bit tin-eared.

But whether or not you're suffering from some aural malfunction, you're in danger of becoming a one-note singer, Billy. It defuses your credibility to be carrying on like a howler monkey during climax. Show some range, some restraint, so that we can tell if the Samurai Shark Knife Sharpener requires more or less attention than the E-Z Fly Yard Detector.

Or better yet, why don't you just keep on yelling like you are until you lose your voice forever. That'll do, too.

Best,
Eat A Dick Joel

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

The EADJ Snooper!

EADJ presents some numbers and email addresses found on the street*:



*Eat A Dick Joel does not take any responsibility for whatever happens when you write or call any of these publicly-found numbers.