Manny and I looked at each other, eyes widening, then simultaneously burst into uncontrollable guffaws of joy as we high-fived each other.
Me: "We're JackAsserfists. How cool is THAT dude?"
Manny: "Sweeeeet!"
Jake: "You're proud of that?"
Squirrel "You can't get throught to them, Jake. They've always been like this."
Me: "JACKASSERY RULES!"
Manny: "We're the best JackAsserfists ever!"
Me: "Let's start a JackAssery Association!"
Manny: "Yeah, and only Jackasserfists can get in."
And so it is, that I hereby, towit and towith, announce the beginning of the very first and only JackAssery Blogger Association.
To get an idea if you qualify for the first and only JackAsserfists association....watch the badly made film below. If you relate to any part of this movie, you "may" be a future member of the "JackAssery Blogger Association". If you can not relate, well......then you can't come in cuz.....there's a "no smart people allowed" rule and we can't break it even if we like you cuz frankly....smart or sophisticated folks are kind of a downer. But...not to fret...your dog may still be a potential member.
addendum: The song on this video is all Jake. If you guys would like to go sample his music or download, it's free. He has some Rolling Stones and Dylan covers over there too. Lot of stuff. Here's the link so you can go hear my kid. Course he gets all that talent from me. Let me know what you think. And maybe give him a comment or whatever.
JAKE'S MUSIC (SAMPLES AND FREE DOWNLOADS)
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At 11/27/2007 10:40 AM, Crabby
Deb, wanna be an officer? JackAssery Law enforcement.
naw...that won't work. You'd never be able to keep up.
Can't be treasurer cuz...we got no real money. Just monopoly stuff.
I'll ponder it.
Milky, no I didn't. I've still got your green face. LOL!
(sigh) I don't know what's happned to Jake. He got all mature and stuff. But he did do that song. And the Moose was his idea.
OMG! I bet he's a JackAsserfist in ....oh...whatdoya call it when the FBI changes somebody's identity and junk? Anyhow...I BET he's in hiding from a mob of angry women or something.
Jillie, HOT DAMN! What a cracker jack idea! There's nothing us JackAsserfists need more than a qualified medical person. Actually, even a vet would work for some of us. You are in!
Wally! DUDE! How are ya? Would you believe I have been working and....sit down......I'm having my mid-life crisis. It's true. They do exist. I'm feeling the sudden need to get into all kinds of things real quick before I croak.
Great Vid!!!
OK, first of all, Manny promised a 'nip slip'...
She lied!
Secondly,There are a few tricks to lighting a fart.
1)Never light a fart.Bare Assed!
2)Never wear anything Nylon OR Polyester..EVER!
3)Make sure that you have eaten something very noxious like eggs or onions.
4)Popcorn farts always blow out the flame!!
...If you follow these simple rules, you will always be assured of a clean blue flame, that creeps up the small of your back. Contrary to popular belief, they Never shoot out from your ass!!
Thank You....G
Manny, can I shoot 'em with my paint ball gun? I'd like that.
TS, you flubbed the knife juggling ah-GAIN? Somebody call nurse Jillie. Although...I'm kind of liking the nickname...3 finger T.
TC, you did??? How'd ya do? K, you're in. I'll be giving you, your new jackassery name soon.
Zen, ya think? I gotta go listen to Mellencamp and compare. Somebody else said Cat Stevens.
G man....daaaHUMMM. You are so in! I must find your new JackAssery name.
Sign, we NEED you. Cuz..how else will we know how to get offa the blog and back into the real world? But Exit is kind of a big word for some of us. Maybe just words we can relate to like an arrow with the word....free eats...or in G man's case....free nips?
Jillie, I've tried that so many times. I just can't master it. But I can get my big toe in my mouth.
Manny, you can't ground a JackAsserfist! They'd never get outa the house.
Okay, I dig the video, cause, like, its so awsommer than any I might (not) have did. So, I wanna a JackAsserfist. Waddya hafta do?
Sign me up, Miss Crabby!
I will give no more beer to my grandkids. I will give no more beer to my grandkids. I will give no more beer to my grandkids. I will give no more beer to my grandkids. I will give no more beer to my grandkids. I will give no more beer to my grandkids. I will give no more beer to my grandkids.
You have met me, do I fit in? Wait, let me add something in my defense before you make a decision.
When we weer kids we used to do our own version of the olympics when it was time for the summer olympics. WAIT FOR IT. That would be running, ping pong, pool, swimming, etc. and also ridding bicycles. WAIT FOR IT.
Now the bicycle ridding, we had to have someone follow along the bike race to make sure it was fair. Am I right or am I right? Well I was doing that very thing riding my bike right next to the bicycles that were in the race. WAIT FOR IT. Well when we got part way through the race I was I was concenrtating on the participants and not where I was going and ... I ran smack dab into the back of a parked car with my bycicle. My bike stopped, through me over the handle bars, and I landed on the truck of the car face first chiping on of my front teeth. *ba dum, bum*
Well, do I qualify? I have no speakers at work for the next week so I will have to listen to this when I get home.
Just to prove it is not a one time deal...
I once walked to high school (you know, 5 miles up hill both ways, snow 3 foot deep, dark, yada, yada) and when I got to school I about killed myself. I wore shoes with heels that were at least 2 or 3 inches tall and did not were any form or boots over them. They were wet and the floor had just freshly been waxed. I pretty much did the splits (not pretty), dropped everything and pulled a groin muscle big time. I walked (bareley) funny for a week.
Once there were a bunch of us writing in wet cement. Everyone saw the cops comming but me. They split and let me take the heat from the cops as they took me home to my parents.
I once drank almost 2 whole bottles of champaign by myself one night, need I say more.
I once was in the middle of no where with very little idea where I was and I decided to walk home. I was at least 5 miles from where I needed to be and it was below zero out. Did I mention drinking was involved and no it was not the above incident.
I once fractured my wrist in a slam bang (dodge ball) game at school.
Need I go on?
Oh man, can I be a charter member?