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Have You Ever… Been Macho!?

The rules: For each question that you answer ‘yes’ to, give yourself a single point. When you reach the end of the quiz, add up your points and post your total in the comments.

Have you ever?!

1. Have you ever barbecued a big slab of meat?
2. Have you ever camped in the woods?
3. Have you ever climbed to the top of a mountain?
4. Have you ever bench pressed 200 pounds?
5. Have you ever ordered a scotch on the rocks?
6. Have you ever smoked a cigar?
7. Have you ever played rugby?
8. Have you ever repaired a car?
9. Have you ever used tools for home repairs?
10. Have you ever engaged in fisticuffs?
11. Have you ever eaten an entire habanero pepper?
12. Have you ever gone all in at a game of poker?
13. Have you ever grown a full beard?
14. Have you ever served in the military?
15. Have you ever practiced martial arts?
16. Have you ever driven a motorcycle?
17. Have you ever gone deep sea fishing?
18. Have you ever built a fire?
19. Have you ever rung the bell with a hammer at the fair’s strong man contest?
20. Have you ever had a hairy chest?
21. Have you ever gone skydiving?
22. Have you ever opened a bottle with your teeth?
23. Have you ever fired a gun?
24. Have you ever chopped wood?
25. Have you ever wrassled a bear?

Tell us your total in comments and lets find out… ¿quien es mas macho?


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Have You Ever… Gotten Hurt?!

Let’s face it: the human body is flawed.  It gets injured.  It breaks, it bleeds, it dies.  But until we can upload our consciousnesses into indestructible robot avatars, we’re doomed to get hurt.  How many injuries has your meat-sack sustained?  Let’s find out!

The rules are simple: For each question that you answer ‘yes’ to, give yourself a single point. When you reach the end of the quiz, add up your points and post your total in the comments.

Have You Ever?!

1. Have you ever had a muscle sprain or strain?
2. Have you ever torn ligament or tendon?
3. Have you ever fractured a bone?
4. Have you ever fractured a bone so badly that it broke through the skin?
5. Have you ever injured a knee, ankle or wrist?
6. Have you ever injured your back?
7. Have you ever sustained an electric shock?
8. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
9. Have you ever needed pain killer medication?
10. Have you ever dislocated a joint?
11. Have you ever had a head wound?
12. Have you ever needed surgery?
13. Have you ever needed stitches?
14. Have you ever suffered a traumatic brain injury?
15. Have you ever suffered a spinal cord injury?
16. Have you ever needed to use crutches?
17. Have you ever needed a cast?
18. Have you ever needed to go to the emergency room?
19. Have you ever needed to go to the hospital in an ambulance?
20. Have you ever been punched in the face?
21. Have you ever been stabbed?
22. Have you ever been shot by a gun?
23. Have you ever lost a limb?
24. Have you ever been decapitated?
25. Have you ever died?

Tell us your total and war stories in the comments!

It’s The Cocky & Rude Match Game!

What Were They Thinking?!

It’s been a little over a year since the great Puntabulous Pool Party of 2010.  Wanna take a swim down memory lane?  check out our party recaps from last year.  And in honor of last year’s epic shindig, here’s a What Where They Thinking?! from last summer…

What were Natalie Portman and Harry M. thinking?!
Leave your thoughts in the comments!

Submit your potential What Were They Thinking?! photos to:
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When He’s Thirty-One!

Tomorrow is a very special day for a very special guy. It’s Adam’s birthday! Hurray!! In celebration of this momentous occasion, may I present – “When He’s Thirty-One*.”

* sung to the tune of The Beatles “When I’m Sixty-Four.”

When he gets older, gray in his ginge,
Not too long from now,
Will he be as wrinkly as a leather bag?
Will he start to look like a hag?

Once he has age spots, walks with a cane,
Will he be as fun?
Will he still tease us, will he still please us,
When he’s thirty-one?

Oooooooo
Will he lose his mind?
Joints start to creak and pop,
Hope he won’t go blind.

Can he stay outré, cheeky and brash,
As the days go by?
Mellowing with age might modify his ‘tude,
I hope he stays cocky and rude.


Yelling at children, “Get off my lawn!”
Fly always undone,
Will he still tease us, will he still please us,
When he’s thirty-one?


Years advance, he poops his pants, Depends, Ensure, there is no cure,
for old – now he smells like pee.
Dementia’s made him vague,
Commenters stay away,
Mikey, Polt and Craig.


Passing out Werthers, gumming his food,
Trying to get it up,
Osteoporosis, disease and decay,
He’s sincerely rotting away.


Hearing loss, hemorrhoids, varicose veins,
Old age has begun.
Will he still tease us, will he still please us,
When he’s thirty-one?


Poo!

Happy Birthday Adam!

C&R Fight Club: REDNECK BORDER PATROLMAN vs. MR. SOMBRERO!

Welcome to Cocky & Rude Fight Club!  The rules to the game are simple.  Each week we’ll introduce our fighters.  We’ll do the leg work and help you analyze their strengths and weaknesses.  Then we’ll put the results to vote.  You’ll pick which combatant will decimate their opponent in the knock-down, drag-out brawl of Cocky & Rude Fight Club! Let’s meet this week’s fighters…


REDNECK BORDER PATROLMAN

AKA: Minuteman
Date of Birth:
July 4th, 1950
Place of Birth: Texas
Hair Color: gray
Current Residence: Texas
Relationship Status: married to an American woman
Occupation: Full-Time Minuteman
Height & Weight: 5’10″, 230lbs
Hobbies: shooting Mexicans, getting illegals deported, building fences
Favorite Colors: red, white and blue: the colors of the Confederate Flag!
Political Affiliation: Conservative Tea Party
Favorite Music: Toby Keith, Trace Adkins, Tim McGraw, Faith Hill
Utility Belt Contents: Gun, ammunition and a copy of the Constitution
Favorite Pastime: Looking for evidence that Barack Hussein Obama wasn’t born in the United States

The Minuteman Project is an activist organization started in April 2005 by a group of private individuals in the United States to monitor the United States–Mexico border’s flow of illegal immigrants. The name derives from the Minutemen, militiamen who fought in the American Revolution. The Minuteman Project describes itself as “a citizens’ Neighborhood Watch on our border”, and has attracted media attention to illegal immigration.  Today’s competitor is proud member of the Minutemen.  His secret weapons include: racism, a firm belief that Barack Obama was not born in the United States, a steadfast anti-healthcare reform position, a nearly endless supply of guns and ammunition (and if you don’t like it, please read the 2nd amendment to Constitution) and a direct line to Sarah Palin’s presidential campaign office.


MR. SOMBRERO

AKA: El Mostacho Loco
Date of Birth: On a sunny day a long time ago
Place of Birth: Mexico
Hair Color: shaved on top, black stash stash under the nose
Current Residence: New Jersey
Relationship Status: dating Adam
Occupation: who needs a job with a sombrero like this?
Height & Weight: 5’11″, the stash alone weighs 20lbs
Hobbies: jumping fences, hitting piñatas, spending time with his trusty burro
Favorite Color: red, white and green: the colors of the Mexican flag.
Political Affiliation: Liberal
Favorite Music: anything by Ricky Martin
Utility Belt Contents: tacos, maracas, mariachi guitar
Favorite Pastime: salsa dancing

Mr. Sombrero hails from the great country of Mexico.  Legend has it that he was born long ago on a particularly sunny day, when he shot out of his mother’s vagina as fast as Speedy Gonzales.  Opinions on the subject differ, but many say that he was born with fully grown black mustache.  He has always been known as a kind an gentle man, and is know for single-handedly building the Mayan pyramids, hiding gold from the Spaniards, winning the battle of the Alamo, winning the Mexican-American War, winning the Mexican Revolution.  He currently owns the Taco Bell restaurant chain.  His secret weapons include razor-edged throwing sombreros, the ability to stricken anyone with Montezuma’s revenge, border fence high jumps, powerful kicks from his trusty burro, and an enormous penis.


Who will win in the battle of  REDNECK vs. MEXICAN?  Will the Redneck Border Patrolman defeat Mr. Sombrero with his massive arsenal? Or will Mr. Sombrero give him a case of Montezuma’s revenge unlike the world has ever seen?  There’s only one rational way to decide which fighter will win this battle. We’re putting this no-holds-barred fight to a vote. The poll will be open for approximately 24 hours, and you may vote as many times as you want.That’s right — we’re not blocking repeat votes, so vote now and vote often for your favorite Cocky & Rude Fight Club opponent.

Check back on Sunday for the results!

Thanks to Michelle M. for your assistance with this post!

Oh the jobs I’ve had…

According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the average person will have very roughly 7-10 jobs in their lifetime.  So far I’ve held 8 jobs, and I’m only 30.  But as we’ve seen in the past, I tend to not really stick to the national averages.  Here’s my rundown:

Library (duration: approx. 3 years)
My first job was at my local county library.  I was a ‘Library Page’ which was a fancy way of saying that I was a book shelver.  For my first year I shelved books in the Adult Fiction section, and then I transferred into the Children’s Room.  The Children’s Room was the best section in the library — picture books were only alphabetized by the first letter of the last name, sometimes I got to help with story time crafts, and since our library also loaned on puzzles, I occasionally had an excuse to sit on my butt and count puzzle pieces.  It was actually a pretty great job, but at minimum wage and 10 hours a week, I wasn’t really raking in much dough.  Most exciting thing that ever happened: I helped the police identify a man that flashed his junk at a little girl.

Pet Store (duration: approx. 3 years)
My second job was at a pet store.  I did everything from scrape the algae off of fish tanks to running a cash register … and everything in between.  I made some great friends at the pet store, some which I still stay in touch with today.  I purchased and adopted quite a few pets while working there, and probably funneled quite a lot of the money that I earned right back into the store. Most exciting thing that ever happened: I called the cops when a man broke our front door because he was unhappy with our return policy.

Mail room (duration: 1 summer)
During my first summer break of college, my brother scored me a job at the company where he was working.  I worked as a mail room clerk, which meant that all I had to do was sign for packages, ship packages, and go on a few ‘mail runs’ around the building each day.  It was a super-easy job that allowed me plenty of time to goof off.  I remember that on one particularly slow day, I designed a gun that could shoot a ruler quite forcefully using only Styrofoam, rubber bands and a few binder clips.  Most exciting thing that ever happened: I used to look at porn on the office computer.

Front desk receptionist (duration: 1 summer)
I guess they liked me (and never checked my Internet browser history) because I was invited back to the same company the next summer.  But since they had hired full-time staff for the mail room, I took the only available job — as a front desk receptionist.  My only real job for eight hours a day was to check in visitors and say hello to employees as they passed my desk.  Booooring!  But the money was good, and I could spend most the day surfing the Internet (this time: not porn), so I didn’t mind too much. Most exciting thing that ever happened: I used to flirt with a hot (and completely oblivious) computer nerd.

Florist (duration: 1 day)
Yup, 1 day.  I was hired by a local florist to deliver flowers.  “You’ll never have to do anything but deliver flowers,” said the owner.  My first day I was tasked with sweeping, mopping, cleaning, dusting and throwing old, dead flowers into the dumpster.  And in addition to my nearly 8 hours of janitorial services, I was sent to deliver a single flower order — and the recipient wasn’t home.  I went home feeling exhausted and filthy.  That night I called the owner and told her that I wouldn’t be returning.  Needless to say that she wasn’t happy.  She still owes a paycheck for that single day of work.  (But she’s dead now, so I doubt I’ll ever collect it!) Most exciting thing that ever happened: I drove a van. (gimme a break, I was only there for a day!)

Toy Store (duration: approx. 9 months)
This was probably the most physical job I’ve ever had.  Aside from the usual tasks of running a register, stocking shelves, etc., I was also tasked with unloading trucks and constantly carrying stock up and down a flight of stairs.  After a summer of carrying heavy plastic swimming pools up and down stairs, I found myself with a few herniated discs in my back.  And after lots of medication and some physical therapy, I opted for back surgery early in December of that year.  Early the next January, I called to tell them that I had healed enough and could return to work, but was told “Oh, sorry, we must have forgotten to contact you.  All the part time employees were laid off on Christmas.”  Douche bags.  But I did walk away with gift wrapping and ribbon curling skills that will continue to prove my homosexuality to nonbelievers for years to come. Most exciting thing that ever happened: I worked there during September 11th.

Staples (approx. 3 years)
I worked at the Staples Copy Center during the end of my college tenure, and a bit beyond it.  I was awesome at the Copy Center — but that was never good enough for the asshole customers.  I was a supervisor when I finally quit that job, and left dozens of customers that were used to only letting me do their work.  No one else could do it right.  It didn’t help that all of my high school underlings were poorly paid idiots that would screw up every job that they touched.  Whenever I complain about my current job — I remember that it could be worse.  I could still be working at Staples. Most Exciting Thing That Ever Happened: Routinely getting sexually harassed by middle-aged women, who would argue over me amongst themselves.  “He’s my copy boy!” “No, he’s my copy boy!” Gross.

Newspaper (8+ years)
And finally, my current job as a graphic designer at a group of local newspapers.  It pays poorly and stresses me out too frequently, but I’ve learned a lot of skills that will hopefully find me a much better paying job in the future. Most Exciting Thing That Ever Happened: Hopefully it hasn’t happened yet.  Because so far it’s been a total snore.

Aside from those jobs, I also currently work as a freelance graphic artist and volunteer for four hours a week at a cat shelter.

So those are all my jobs … what have you done?  And can you top my total of 8?  And when is everything just going to be free like on Star Trek so I don’t have to work?!  I keep waiting … it’s not happening.

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