Wednesday, June 6, 2007

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Well, Christine didnt spend the night last night, and I doubt shes going to tonight, but im going to go see Shrek3 tomarrow so i guess thats a +.

ZOMG!! You guys have got to read these!!! Have you ever heard of the Budlight(r) commercials? (The real men of genius ones?) I laughed so hard at these that i cried! XD XD XD If you havent, read em anyway! Zomg... anyways, the () are what the chorus does so... ya, here they are:

Bud Light Presents: Real Men of Genius
(real men of genius)
Today we salute you, Mr. Restroom Toilet Paper Refiller.
(Mr. Restroom Toilet Paper Refiller)
Without your undying commitment, we might find ourselves trapped in a stall armed only with our newspaper.
(Oh, I need you now!)
Like a brave soldier, you storm hostile territory delivering much needed supplies to your men.
(Uugh!)
Should you leave one roll? Or two? Or perhaps that giant 10-pound super roll.
(Keep rollin'!)
While others rest, you can't… because somewhere there's a guy with his pants around his ankles doing the bunny hop in search of a fresh roll.
(Hop! Hop! Hop!)
So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, master of the men's room because if you don't do your business, we can't do ours.
(Is there anybody out there?)

Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)

Today we salute you, Mr. Department Store Mannequin Dresser Upper.
(Mr. Department Store Mannequin Dresser Upper)
You live the ultimate fantasy: spending your days surrounded by naked women who never speak.
(Living the dream)
Wooden nubs, plastic no-no's, artificial who-ha's, you've handled more fake female parts than a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon.
(They sure feel real)
Your hours are flexible ... even better, so are the women you are undressing.
(Ooooooh!)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, O' Mac Daddy of the mannequins. When it comes to undressing fake women, you're the real man.
(Mr. Department Store Mannequin Dresser Upper)

Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)

This 4th of July we salute you Mr. Backyard Bug Zapper Inventor
(Mr. Backyard Bug Zapper Inventor)
Not content to harmlessly repel insects with lotion, you discovered a way to fry them with electricity until their bodies explode
(Zap! Ka-boom!)
Ah, the sounds of summer... Crickets chirping, birds singing, the blood curdling scream of a moth having 700 volts of electricity shoot through it's body.
(Music to my ears)
Every night, a magical explosion of exoskeleton and insect goo that can only mean one thing.. summer's here
(Die bugs die)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light Mr. June Bug Blaster
Then sit back and watch the fireworks
(Mr. Backyard Bug Zapper Inventor)

Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)

Today we salute you Mr. Major Highway Line Painter
(Mr. Major Highway Line Painter)
Michelangelo had the Sistine Chapel, da Vinci had his Mona Lisa, and you, you've got route 22.
(It's a long a lonely road)
Armed with a brush, 10,000 gallons of yellow paint, and a whole lot of drop cloths, you work your magic.
(Abracadabra)
Most painters worry about the subtle play of light and shadow, you just worry about getting hit by a truck.
(Watch out now!)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light Toulouse of the turnpike, when it comes to great art, your work kicks asphalt.
(Kick some major asphalt.)

Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)

Today we salute you Mr. Basketball Court Sweat Wiper Upper
(Mr. Basketball Court Sweat Wiper Upper)
You'll do anything for courtside seats, even if it means moping another man's sweat off the floor
(Smelly man sweat)
Superstars may fall, but superstars don't wipe up sweat after they fall... You do that.
(whoooooooa)
While they soak up the glory, you soak up pretty much everything else (Super absorbent) Their shoes aren't sweaking until your towell's a reeking. (Peee- Yeww)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light O' Prince of perspiration, because we know a champion when we smell one.
(Mr. Basketball Court Sweat Wiper Upper)

Today we salute you
Mr. Silent killer gas passer (Mr. Silent killer gas passer)
Last night, you had the enchilada combo platter
This morning, the three-cheese omelet with broccoli
This afternoon, you're a ticking time-bomb
(tick, tick, tick, tick)
Because of you a simple elevator ride is suddenly a
42-floor plummet into the very bowels of hell
(You take my breath away)
Who did it? Who cares.
Sweet mercy, please, just someone light a match
(sweet, sweet mercy)
So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light O ninja of the nasty
And while you're at it, crack open a window
(Mr. Silent killer gas passer)

Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)

Today, we salute you, Mr. In the Car Nose Picker
(Mr. In the Car Nose Picker)
For you, the daily commute isn't simply a drive to the office
It's a hands on exploration deep into your shnoz.
(I'm going in now)
With pinpoint accuracy and sheer determination,
you dig for boogers like miners dig for gold.
(hit the jackpot)
And why do you do it? Because the windows are up
and, you think that we can't see you. We can.
(how ya doin'?)


So, crack open an ice cold budlight, oh nabber of the nose nugget,
we'd like to shake your hand but, you will have to wash it first.

(Mr. In the Car Nose Picker)

Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)

Today, we salute you, Mr. Movie Theatre Ticket Ripper Upper
(Mr. Movie Theatre Ticket Ripper Upper)
Truly the long arm of the law at the movie theatre
you and a velvet rope are all that keep the huddled masses
from a free flic.
(show the man now)
ever diligent, you boldly demand to see our stub,
getting a little personal, don't you think?
(can I see your stub?)
Who's the guy in the military style uniform
that wold make any third world dictator proud?
Mr. Movie Theatre Ticket Ripper Upper, that's who.
(salute the general)

So, crack open an ice cold budlight, stubmaster,
because you really tear it up.

(Mr. Movie Theatre Ticket Ripper Upper)

Bud Light Presents- Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)
Today we salute you, Mr. Pro Sports Heckler Guy
(Mr. Pro Sports Heckler Guy)
They say those who can't play coach
Apparently those who can't coach sit 30 rows back,
shirtless, shouting obscenities.
(Thats right, mother f**ker)
Thanks to you, our team is armed with game winning tips like catch the ball, and throw it.
(Shout it out now)
You stink. That sucks. What a bunch of losers.
Not just cat calls, but subtle psychological ploys
to prod your team to victory.
(Reverse psychology)
So here's to you, oh sultan of shouting.
Because while there may be no I in team,
thanks to you there's always an F and a U.
(F-U)

Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)

Today, we salute you, Mr. Really Stinky Breath Breather Outer
(Mr. Really Stinky Breath Breather Outer)
Though we'd never tell you to your face,
You've got the breath that could stop a charging elephant.
(Show us some mercy)
We want to hear what you have to say,
we just want you to say it from way over there.
(Keep on going)
What was it you had for lunch, a dead rat, a rotten egg, a turd sandwhich?
(nasty turd sandwhich)
Whatever it was, it just singed off my eyelashes.
(oh)
So, crack open an ice cold budlight barnacle breath,
because you put the hell in halitosis.

(Mr. Really Stinky Breath Breather Outer)

Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)

Today, we salute you, Mr. Way Too Much Cologne Wearer
(Mr. Way Too Much Cologne Wearer)
Like a bullhorn, your cologne announces your every arrival,
four blocks before you get there.
(Here he comes now)
Here a splish, there a splash, everywhere a splish splash,
You don't stop till every square inch of manhood is covered.
(Everywhere a splish splash)
Overslept and haven't got time to shower?
Not to worry, you've got four gallons of cologne
and, a plan.
(Pour it on)

So, crack open an ice cold budlight Mr. Way Too Much Cologne Wearer,
because we think, we smell a winner.
(Mr. Way Too Much Cologne Wearer)

Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)

Today we salute you Mr. Bathroom Stall Dirty Joke Writer
(Mr. Bathroom Stall Dirty Joke Writer)
Armed with your trusty marker you do the impossible, make an incredibly dirty place even dirtier
(Scribble it down now)
Your jokes make us pee our pants, lucky for us, they're down around our ankles
(Yeah)
You answer our most vexing question, What ever happened to the man from Nantucket?
(Oh, that's a good one)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light O' Ruler of the Rhyme, because when we're looking for a good time we call you.
(Mr. Bathroom Stall Dirty Joke Writer)

Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius
(Real Men of Genius)

Today we salute you Mr. Grocery Store Cart Wrangler
(Mr. Grocery Store Cart Wrangler)
Any weenie can stock a shelf, but it takes a real man to wrestle a untamed herd of jammed together grocery carts.
(Gotta keep them moving)
There are 20 strays in the lot, and weather setting in. Who's going to bring those doggies safely back inside?
(Who's it going to be?)
The man in the smock and the comfortable shoes, that's who.
(Don't mock my smock)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light Mr. Grocery Store Cart Wrangler, as far as we're concerned, you put the super in supermarket.
(Mr. Grocery Store Cart Wrangler)


Arent they funny? XD XD XD XD XD

Today is PURPLE ROSE's b-day so if you could, please wish her a happy b-day! ^^

I guess I will talk to everyone later!! ^^ Cay around! Bai!


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