The $3.50 Gourmet

Usually, this blog is all about joking. But this is no joke. I am about to tell you the best meal a human being can eat, and get this… It’s going to cost you about $3.50. Don’t believe the people who talk about fancy steaks or some fish-egg-clam-squid crap. That is all lies. I have discovered the truest, most #1 delicious combination of one entrée and one beverage known to mankind… ever. Sometimes I go to bed wishing I could be awake and hungry just so I can eat this meal again.

Hopefully, I haven’t built it up too much. Oh wait, THERE IS NO SUCH THING.

Let’s start with the beverage, because you will want to do this classy-style. Say an italicized hello to Propel Enhanced Water. How is it enhanced? With deliciousness. Allegedly this is a Pepsi product and manufactured by Gatorade, but not the Blueberry Acai flavor. That flavor is made by God.

When I went to their site to do research, the first thing I thought was, “How can I get a bottle that big?” It was even bigger than the one pictured to the left, and I don’t mean a bigger picture of a bottle, I mean a big bottle in a picture. That would be ideal for this mouth-watering meal you are about to consume. The bigger the bottle, the better.

Don’t believe those liars and sycophants who tell you to get some expensive wine. You won’t need to mortgage your trailer because this bottle of heaven only costs 99 cents. At the time of my research, the local Vons is selling these things for 78 cents. It might be worth driving in Los Angeles to pick one up. Yes, even Los Angeles traffic is worth braving to suck on this flavor grenade. By the way, it sometimes goes by the flavor tag, “Blueberry Pomegranate,” but I’ve tried both kinds and they are the same and both are “infused with the anti-oxidant powers of Vitamins C and E.”

Now, onto the main course. What goes best with Propel Enhanced Water in Blueberry Acai flavor?

Trick question. Everything goes best with Propel Enhanced Water in Blueberry Acai flavor. That’s why the entree you’ll need to complete this savory journey is the only thing that is equally delicious.

Let me introduce you to the most mouth-watering, microwaveable, quasi-calzone taste sensation on the planet. It is the Barbecue Beef flavored Hot Pocket. Some people call them “stuffed sandwiches,” I call them 340 calories of nirvana. The secret is undeniably in the barbecue sauce, or the 25% of your daily recommended value of saturated fat each one of these babies is packing.

It’s that sweet tang in the Barbecue sauce, or as it’s called on the non-descript bottle making a token, blurry appearance on the packaging, “Bar-B-Q Sauce,” that dovetails off the Enhanced Water to make your brain melt. The beef in these things is probably cow-ass or worse, but it doesn’t matter when it’s wrapped in that fatty dough and slathered with the most delectable and blandly packaged sauce you’ve ever had.

Don’t listen to whiners who tell you Hot Pockets aren’t good for you and don’t listen to the geeks who think all Hot Pockets are created equally. Especially don’t listen to this hack who clearly got his culinary degree at the University of Faux-Hawk. I’ve tried pizza, and philly cheesesteak, and cheese quesadilla and even the iconic ham and cheese, but this is the best hottest pocket you can get in 1 and a half minutes.

The Hot Pockets will set you back $2-2.50, and don’t kid yourself, you’re going to be eating both. That brings the total on this masterpiece to $3.50, so you can eat this meal every day, and once you try it you’ll want to, because everything else will have the flavor of sadness.

There’s No Tasering in Baseball!

A lot of people are up-in-arms over the recent on-field tasering at a Philadelphia Phillies game. To summarize, a 17-year old jackass interrupted the Phillies game by running onto the field, and in response, a cop used a taser to bring him down. Some people are in favor of tasing as it has been responsibly tested on sheep on meth, other people call this excessive force that can kill people. Personally, I am against tasing baseball field invaders and I will outline my reasons.

I am a baseball purist, a traditionalist, if you will. I don’t like the Designated Hitter rule. I don’t like Interleague Play. I don’t think Alex Rodriguez should run across the mound like a dickhead. I think Barry Bonds deserves an asterisk. I don’t think pitchers should be ejected for throwing at batters, especially Alex Rodriguez and Barry Bonds.

So when I see some 17-year old degenerate (or the fat-ass copycat he inspired) running around the field, I want to see them tackled. I want to see the security guards drive him into the ground. I want to see him eat turf… awake. I want to see him get speared with a shoulder to the guts.  This teenager was wily, but he wasn’t Barry Sanders. It would’ve taken another 15 seconds to bring him down the old fashioned way, and we would’ve gained the entertainment value of a proper slobber-knocker.

Field invaders also provide an opportunity to showcase proper tackling technique. As you probably know, proper tackling is on the decline in sports and everyday life. People don’t know the fundamentals.  Security guards should be role models and teach children to stay low and above all, “wrap up.” That means to use your arms in bringing someone down and not just rely on the impact from a shoulder. Wrapping up is the single most important aspect of tackling. How do we expect our children to learn to tackle properly if they see grown-ups simply tasing each other? Answer: They Won’t.

We will end up with a generation of children who can’t tackle and that would be the greatest tragedy of them all. So I say, let’s keep the tasers off the baseball field. It’s for the children.

Apple is Run by Freemasons

I saw an Apple logo that I could’ve sworn I’d seen somewhere before… somewhere evil. Apparently, it’s the logo for the App Store, but I knew it from somewhere else.

The logo is a couple of writing implements crossed above a ruler forming the letter ‘A.’ Take a look at how closely it resembles the Freemason’s logo of a compass and square:

Not sure which is which? Supposedly, the blue one is for Apple and the white one is for world domination. They both symbolize evil. To clarify, the Freemasons are an evil secret society who manipulate politics, arcane artifacts, the weather and whatever else suits their greedy desires. Apple just makes phones that turn their owners into insufferable jerks.

What does it mean? Is Apple run by Freemasons? Or do they just aspire to infiltrate the lives of every man, woman and child on the planet using Freemason techniques? Either way, I instantly knew to be wary of this symbol and that’s no surprise. I’ve long been wary of Apple, Steve Jobs, iTunes (Here’s the Top 5 reasons iTunes sucks) and their nefarious products. The best selling song I’ve ever written is a song from my first album, Space Hell Sex Bunny, and it’s about how much iPhones suck.  I still think they suck. Have a listen:

How the Broncos Draft could Make Me Cry

It is a great time to be a Colorado sports fan. The Avalanche and Nuggets are in the playoffs and Ubaldo Jiminez of the Rockies just threw their first no-hitter. So what am I most excited about? Denver Broncos football as always! In fact, this Thursday, I’m going to L.A.’s Best and Only Broncos bar (Brennan’s Pub, the Home of Turtle Racing, a blog topic for another day) to watch them. What? The Broncos aren’t playing on Thursday you say? No they aren’t, but it’s the NFL Draft and when your team sucks, there’s no more important day than draft day. The first round of this year’s draft has been moved to “prime time” to compete with Desperate Housewives and the like…

Is it weird to drink and party while watching a bunch of rich white guys sit in sweaty “war rooms” and decide which recent college grads they want to pay millions of dollars to sling around a football? Is it wrong to read fake drafts made up by other weirdos? If it is, I don’t want to be right.

The best thing about the NFL Draft is that it involves all teams. You can’t even say that about game day, because the St. Louis Rams didn’t show up for any of their games last year. Zing! But seriously, the Draft is the one time of year when all teams can honestly say they are going to get better. After draft day, players will get hurt, arrested and/or shot at a rate that no other population sample on Earth can keep up with aside from freedom fighters in third-world nations. After the draft, teams can only get worse, except the Raiders, who would be better off hurt, arrested and/or shot.

The first night of the draft won’t involve Carolina and Chicago, because they are stupid and traded away their first round picks. The Bears’ pick went to the Broncos, which is good because the Broncos were stupid and traded their first-round pick in 2010 for a second-round pick in 2009. Read that again… yes, our coach has trouble with math. Not only that, he wasted the pick by drafting cornerback Alphonso “Completely-Ineffective” Smith. I call him that with love, because I hope it will motivate him to be “Slightly Effective.” The Broncos could be picking 11th AND 14th, but no…

Tthat means the Broncos will be picking 11th and by then, I’m sure Brennan’s will be good and drunk. The Official Drink is a Blue Moon with an orange slice… get it? BLUE moon and ORANGE slice. We’ll be too blitzed (get it?) to care who the team picks, but I have my sober preference: Rolondo McClain, inside linebacker from Alabama. Pundits worry that he may or may not have Crohn’s disease, which if you don’t know, is a disease that weakens your bones.  If he explodes into a misty ball of bone-dust, you can hit me with an, “I told you so.”  If they don’t pick him, it had better be because they are moving down, acquiring picks and drafting Mike Iupati, guard from Idaho. I am a firm believer in potato-based line play, because Boise State’s Ryan Clady has worked out so well at left tackle.

If the Broncos select trouble-plagued wide receiver, Dez Bryant from Oklahoma State, I will cry. If they use their first pick on any position other than linebacker, guard or defensive tackle, I will cry. If they trade an X-Round pick for an X+1-Round pick, I will cry. Because last year’s draft would’ve made me cry, but I decided to be strong, hold back the tears and assume that our new coach had some plan. If he doesn’t follow my suggestions this year, it means that he is insane. An insane rabid squirrel reigning terror on my beloved team that needs to go.

Check back on Friday to see if I cried. We now return you to your regularly scheduled MusiComedy.

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Kick-Ass Jiggle-Fest

I cashed in my prize from placing in the the Kick-Ass talent contest and got to witness the Kick-Ass Girls Burlesque show produced by Lionsgate and Devil’s Playground. It was one of the better jiggle-fests I’ve been too, on par with the epic Lucha VaVoom and this place in Vegas we’ll say no more about except to say that it wasn’t really burlesque at all.  For a rating, I give the show a 32C.

Daisy Meadows’ turn as Pris from Blade Runner was my favorite routine of the night. The worst was definitely when the host of comicsoncomics.com, Juan-Manuel Rocha, did a performance art piece with a camera. Courtney Cruz, who is the ringleader of this troupe, picked my favorite comic book vixen, the modern Silk Spectre from Watchmen. Also portrayed were Chun Li from Street Fighter (by Gia Rose), Cherry Darling from Planet Terror (by Olivia Bella Fontaine) and Wonder Woman (by the breastacular Lucy Fur). The boobariffic host, Mia Vixen, had also an impromptu jiggle. I don’t usually approve of improv, but I will let this one go.

I gained a promotional Hit-Girl t-shirt, and now I just need a Red Mist and Big Daddy t-shirt for a complete set of all four main character t-shirts. I’m not entirely sure what I just said, because I haven’t seen the movie or even read the book. Despite that, even I know that it is not OK to lust after Hit-Girl, because the character is 12-years old.  A representative from the L.A. Weekly (a publication best known for it’s poor spelling) was in attendance. She went on stage and said that the girls looked sexably hot in the Kick-Ass trailer. I yelled, “They’re underage,” and there was laughter. Normally, I don’t approve of heckling, but they spelled my name wrong.

Courtney Cruz as the Silk Spectre from Watchmen

Juan-Manuel Rocha's performance art piece

Me being me, y'know, like I do.

Dasiy Meadows as Pris from Blade Runner

The Ellay Weagly was in attendance.

Olivia Bella Fontaine as Cherry Darling

Courtney Cruz as the Silk Spectre

Gia Rose as Chun Li with Power Ranger

Lucy Fur as Wonder Woman