I see these in the local liquor store all the time:
Wayne Gretzky Founders Series wines are a perfect introduction to the Niagara Peninsula, combining approachability, affordability and exceptional value for a great selection of every day wines.
As of 2006, Aykroyd has entered a partnership with Niagara Cellars, which owns four wineries in the Niagara region. They will be marketing a series of red and white wines under his name. He spent a good amount of time in 2009 promoting his own Crystal Head Vodka, with his interest in the paranormal coming through with the drink’s unique skull-shaped bottle. He is also considering a beer and vodka label with the Coneheads name.
He is a Reserve Commander for the Police Department in Harahan, Louisiana, working for Chief of Police Peter Dale. Aykroyd carries his badge with him at all times.
Who you gonna call?
Aykroyd considers himself a Spiritualist, stating that:
I am a Spiritualist, a proud wearer of the Spiritualist badge. Mediums and psychic research have gone on for many, many years… Loads of people have seen [spirits], heard a voice or felt the cold temperature. I believe that they are between here and there, that they exist between the fourth and fifth dimension [???], and that they visit us frequently.
“Dimension 4.5, calling Reserve Commander Aykroyd. Come in, Commander Aykroyd….”
Mental distance from a [moral or social] violation can also make that violation seem harmless. In [one] experiment, participants were primed to have a near or far psychological mindset by plotting Cartesian coordinate points either very close to one another or more spread out. Then participants read about a man either having sexual intercourse or marinating a chicken before cooking and eating it. Most participants thought the [bestial] violation was disgusting.
However, those in distant-psychological group were more likely to think the sexual act was also amusing compared with the psychologically near group, 73 percent versus 39 percent, respectively.
Well, the other thing that would have been interesting to see there is a case where the man only had sex with the chicken, without killing or eating it afterwards. I’d bet that most people would find that to be more disgusting than the latter case of marinating it before cooking and eating it.
Because rape is worse than murder.
No, wait….
So, are sex-with-a-chicken jokes funnier if the chicken gets eaten afterwards? And does “marinating” sound close enough to “masturbating” that it might contribute, subconsciously, to the laugh-factor of the joke? If not, how about “masticating”? And does it have to be a chicken, as in “Choking the chicken”? What if it’s a duck instead? Is “fickin’ a chicken” as funny as “fuck a duck”?
If you hadn’t noticed, Tom Petty is rapidly becoming Adam Sandler:
I sure like that turkey
I don’t go for them collard greens
I sure like that turkey
I don’t go for them collard greens
So when you put it on the table
Oh, Momma think about me
(Thank you, Momma!)
Bands from Steve Miller to Jethro Tull and Black Sabbath all grew out of twelve-bar blues. But it’s never a good thing when a band “returns to their blues roots.” What it really means is that they’ve completely run out of ideas/creativity, and now belong in the genre which is a raging parody of itself.
I was out shopping this evening and realized that, in spite of all the glorious summer weather we’ve been having over the past month, I hadn’t yet poured myself even one glass of that most-perfect hot-weather drink, the gin and tonic.
Needless to say, I have now remedied that oversight.
