So Google Glass went into limited beta release, with select customers allowed to use the technology for 24 hours.
Derrick Hannan used his to film the St Paddy’s Day weekend, recording people’s drunken debauchery.
Jeff Goldblum, is there a moment of the day when he’s not drunk out of his crazy mind and dithering on about buying a chair while sitting on a chair?
From the looks of this, no, no there isn’t. God bless is whiskey-soaked soul.
Ms Spraggan sings about beer fear, something we can all relate to, when you wake up after a heavy night on the sauce and your head is full of regrets and shame.
If you can’t relate to that, then you must be lying to yourself. If you can, no matter how many times you say you’ll quit the flaming sambas, you know it’s a lie.
If you need to find reasons to drink — and if you do then shame on you — then this is a good a reason as any. When people drink they’re funny and even if they’re not, you’ll laugh.
Take this guy, he’s not very good at impressions and he’s not even that drunk, but he’s funny. Well, he is after twenty neat whiskeys anyway.
If these people hadn’t been filming themselves making a drunken racket when a wild animal appears, when they tried to recount this story the morning after no one would’ve believed them.
But the evidence is there in this footage: a wolf roaming the streets of London. Foxes beware, you may have some competition……’BENTOOOOOON!?!’
So you like Batman, huh? And you like film noir? Of course you do, you’re cool, right? Well then you’re going to love this fan-fiction Batman short. Oh, I forgot it has Wolverine in it to and he has a scrap with Batman.
It’s got a Sin City aesthetic and it’s pretty dark and arty too, and it sees a retired Bats angry, old and very drunk. And who better to take out your impotent alcohol-fuelled frustrations on than that dick-loving Logan guy.
Yeah, those Kesha clones are a real drag, getting glitter in your beer and generally staggering about and treading on your foot and stuff with high heels. Her annoying pop guff has a lot to answer for.
They’re whiner and annoying and they won’t even put out, which would make the whole thing OK. Instead we all have to suffer, the best way to deal with it is to drink more beer. Glitter-free, hopefully.
The Minnesota State Fair, a place to get totally ripped, throw caution to the wind of change, forget about a little thing called YouTube, and just cut loose and bust some fabulous moves like it was your birth right.
Then reap the humiliation. In the Age Of Internet no where is safe. Not even Minnesota………. Oh. Dear. Me.
