The McBournie Minute: The party’s not over until several people die
Posted on November 2, 2009
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When last we spoke, dear reader, I was unsure if I was going to be alive to write this entry. I am pleased to announce that I am not in fact dead. Actually, I survived the murder mystery party on Halloween. However, as if by some strange coincidence, the party was frought with … murder.
The place: a speakeasy in Chicago. The time: 1920. I walked in to a “house” and gave the password to let them know I was allowed in. I Rhett Bumbler (I didn’t choose the name) and my fiancée in the game Rebecca Ravioli (because I dig skirts with food-related names), who is my girlfriend in real life, were not all we appeared to be. I was a horrible gambler, which was not a hard act for me, but that was only my cover. In truth, I was a hitman sent by the New York families to find out why their share was so small. When I found the source, my job, presumably, was to hit it, because you see, killing’s my game. Read more
Written by Bryan McBournieQuarter of The Guys thankful to not live in Va.
Posted on November 2, 2009
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SeriouslyGuy Rick Snee thanked God this morning that he no longer lives in the Commonwealth of Virginia. Why, you may ask? Why would he prefer to live in Alabama?
Because he’s unlikely to receive an automated phone call, or robocall, from Sarah Palin about the governor’s race down in the capital of Conservaphilia.
The former Alaskan governor and current neo-Paris Hilton recorded a message for the Faith and Freedom Coalition, urging Virginian voters to “to go to the polls Tuesday and vote to share our principles.”
Great, so not only did she make one of those “irritating” robocalls, but she couldn’t even be more specific about who best represents “her principles?” Leave it to a woman to expect you to read her mind.
Written by Rick SneeAnd who says that bravery is dead these days?
Posted on November 2, 2009
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What do you call a drunk driver that calls 911 on themselves?
Yay for responsibility. More yays for “Miller Road.”
Correction: yay for inverted responsibility. Because, you know, driving with twice the legal limit for driving? Whoopsidoodle.
Written by Chris "Chugs" TaylorThe Russians get all the good names
Posted on November 2, 2009
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You know the game where you put a single bullet in a six-shooter and pull the trigger to see if you die? Yeah, that game is for pussies.
It’s way cooler now to do the same sort of thing, only with a car and a busy intersection. “Russian road roulette” is catching on in Bulgaria. All you do is bet on whether or not you can make it through a busy intersection running a red light, without hitting anyone else. There’s even side action for bystanders to bet on the outcome.
So now, not only can you bet with your life, but you can bet with some innocent driver’s, too!
I smell a Paul Walker movie!
Written by Bryan McBournie