Hey everyone, I know it has been a while, but here we go. This is one of the funniest youtube videos that I have ever seen and it just gets funnier everytime I watch it. I used this video in a business English post on infomercials as well, but thought it may be funny here as well.
Enjoy.
Several nights ago I went grocery shopping and found that the yams were on sale for 55 cents a pound. Getting into the mood of the season, I picked some up for the family. For a while now, I have been wondering why some people say sweet potatoes, some say yams, and some say that “orange stuff my aunt brings to Thanksgiving.”
Well, today I was bored and it hit me… get to the bottom of this once and for all. So I did I Wikipediaed yams and after a few short minutes, my world was turned upside down. Sweet potatoes are what we eat. Yams are what people from Africa and Asia eat.
I also found out that the term yams being substituted in America for sweet potatoes started in “The South.” That’s right, the thick accent, stubborn, tobacco loving, confederate, conservative republican, easy on the exercise, extra butter, Bible-belt “South.” I’ll bet that someone’s grandma in Arkansas thought to herself, “Sweet potato pie doesn’t sound unhealthy enough to really capture how unhealthy it really is, so I am going to come up with a new name… how about sweet candied yams!!!”
Now understand, some people actually do use yams, which are sweet, but they don’t look a thing like what we think. To get a picture of what yams really look like, take a look at the picture above. The happy couple just won’t their first yam growing competition and wanted to take a picture… come to think of it, that is kinda what people in “The South” do with their fish.
On Sunday, The Cincinnati Bengals and Philadelphia Eagles had a final score of 13-13. Each team ended with the same score, resulting in a tie. Last time I checked, this is considered BORING…. this is more boring than tie shopping.
How could this be?
Fans pay money to see one of the teams win the game. The purpose of the game is to see one of the teams come out victorious, not see an ending end up the same way it began.
Let’s take a moment down history lane.
Remember that famous fight when David slugged Goliath? What if Goliath brought a sword to a stone fight? Who’s our lifelong underdog now? Rudy?
How about Obama-McCain? Say the election ends in a tie. Now who’s ruling the country? The Dixie Chicks?
Who could forget “The Miracle On Ice” 1980 Winter Olympics match up between The U.S. and the Soviet Union? Say the game ends in a 3-3 tie. Now who are our lifelong hockey heroes? The Might Ducks?
If all else fails, flip a coin–just make sure it’s not double-sided.
Cartoon Provided by Doug Michael
What started out as a hobby, turned into my own side business. I have been blessed to be a DJ for nearly seven years now.
However, gig after gig, party after party, reception after reception, there seem to be the same people at every event, no matter what kind it is. In the DJ business, you always please the people who are paying you, no matter what! You give them what they want. But 10 times out of 10, there are always the same people who show up, and ask the same silly questions.
So here is my Top 10 Things NOT to say to a DJ. Enjoy.
1) Can I request a song? Yeah. (But remember….it’s opposite day)
2) Dude, can you scratch? Of course– I love lottery tickets.
3) Can I set my purse here?
Me: Suren’t.
Random Girl: What did you say?
Me: Suren’t.
Random Girl: What does that mean.
Me: Sure. NOT.
4) Can you tell me what the next song is? “I love Rocky Road” by Weird Al Yankovic .
5) Do you want to dance? Yea. But how about you go practice falling down; I’ll be there in a minute.
6) Can you play… (insert either “My heart will go on” by Celine Dion, “Like a prayer” by Madonna….or sometimes that one crazy guy with long hair and corduroy pants will ask “Got any Slayer?”) Oh sorry, I already played it. Oh, you’ve been here all night? Oh, well I played the braille version. You didn’t feel it?
7) Will you take a picture of me and my friends? Sure. (takes picture of random object in the corner). There you go.
8.) Can I talk into the mic? Yea no problem, let me unplug it.
9) I don’t like this song, can you play something else? You mean, you don’t like Michael Jackson, Justin Timberlake, Prince, James Brown, any Top 40, or any other hits of past decades? It’s not like I am playing “Sounds of Nature: Volume 12. Featuring Sloth from the Goonies.
10) Can you make an announcement to see if anyone has found…(insert any type of jewelry worn on the body) Dear Ebay. 2 gold earrings for sale. Slightly used. Sincerely, Derek.
Always, always trust the DJ. There is a reason why he is the one playing the music.
To the people who show up to an event, where there is a DJ, and just have a good time–Thank You. Here’s to you, good people.
I was going to post last night once I got home. So there I am working late (9:15pm) and wanting to get home to write something mildly entertaining. I hop into my car and start the voyage home. I don’t get more than 80 feet before…
BAM… Car accident time!
I don’t know if you have ever been in an accident, but once you realize your body is okay and get past the frustration of the hassle of being in an accident in America, you start to realize… I have to meet someone.
Now, this is not your standard meeting someone new. The reason it is not your standard meeting is not because you were just in an accident, but the fact that you lose all of your “go to” intro lines. So this is what was running through my head last night as I go to talk to this guy.
“Hi, how’s it going” - He just got in an accident, how do you think it’s going?
“Hi, I’m Josh nice to meet you” - This isn’t nice… This sucks!
“Hi, I’m Josh what’s your name” - What’s the rush? You are about to get his name, license number, phone number(s) and address.
“I’m sorry, what’s your name again?” NEVER admit fault when you are in an accident!
Last night, I had a dream that I was playing scrabble with Keith Olbermann. Yes, I know what you are all thinking. He is taller in dreams, which makes him probably even taller in person. Wow. He was pretty good with his words. I lacked confidence and did not do as well. The man was intimidating because he was articulate and for some reason, I assumed he graduated from Cornell. That could be true, my dream coordinator did not give me the specifics. That’s all for now. I just woke up and had to tell someone about my celebrity scrabble game. That’s 30 for this week.
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