Got It Goin’ Bossanova.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that…

I really doubt this is real, but regardless it’s freakin’ funny as hell.  If it is real, it’s awesome how funny his little brother thinks it is.

I can’t embed it, so click here to watch.

Say it ain't so!!!

I’m so sorry.

You’re welcome.

There comes a time in life when sacrifices must be made; a time when horsepower must be weighed against the number of available side curtain air bags; when the feel of hundreds of foot pounds of raw torque must be set aside in favor of integrated child booster seats …

I’ve made those sacrifices and the result is this:

Yes, I own a Volvo … My very own “brick”…

Let me just see if I can get a picture of it at a better angle.  Wait for it….

Doesn’t help, does it?

Well, at least it’s safe … so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.

Remember when there was great debate among the football pundits as to who would be the better NFL QB - Ryan Leaf or Peyton Manning?  Yeah, me too.

Check out the latest with Ryan Leaf now.

And to recap how that debate was resolved:

• Leaf threw for 3,666 yards and 14 TDs in his entire NFL career.
• Manning has thrown for 45,628 yards and 333 TDs so far.

So it’s a push, I guess.

Seriously???

I am over all these dumb bread factories and their gianormous freakin’ sunglasses.  I’m convinced that the bigger the sunglasses, the more douche-tastic the wearer of said sunglasses actually is.

And now it’s like it is some type of competition because the glasses are getting bigger and bigger.  The douchebaggery quotient (DBQ) is through the roof with these idiots.  Is someone giving them positive feedback?

Or maybe they are just trying to hide the fug.  Some of these women, when they take their windshield-sized sunglasses off, look like the backside of my dangly parts.

Whatever the reason, the super-sized sunglasses are ridiculous. Knock it off.

We’ve added a bit of new ‘Novanacular to the Lexicon.  You can check it out over on the ‘Nova Lexicon page.

Ralph Furley

Tiny T found this for your viewing pleasure.  Not everything that makes its way onto Funny or Die is worth the bandwidth, but this one is a keeper.

The GiGB editors all have done time in the food service industry, so this tugs on the ol’ heart strings for us.  And the puking on the bar thing isn’t completely foreign to a couple of us, either.

It’s definitely worth the click - but throw them earmuffs on the wee ones.

Do it.

So my main man (me) made not one, but TWO eagles during the GiGB Editors recent golf foray into North Carolina.

I’m no ego maniac, but a little bit of love from my fellow keyboard jockeys would have been pretty cool.  I’ve been playing (bad) golf for over 15 years now, and until this recent phenomenon I have never even sniffed a legit eagle.  So when I made eagles on consecutive days I figured the ‘Nova would have been lit up with heart warming posts about my awesomeness.  I’ve played it cool for over a week now, knowing the fellas would do the right thing and give me a ‘lil “shout out” before too long.

Well I’ve waited all I can, and I can’t waits no more.  I’m awesome, and the other guys suck.

Earlier this year, me and a couple of the fellas were finishing up a round of golf with a quick stop into the clubhouse for a post round cold one.  And there was a guy in there just waiting for some unsuspecting folks like us to come in so he could buy us a round of drinks (per golfing tradition) to celebrate the hole in one he had made earlier that day.

After buying us a round, he sat back down with the guy who had witnessed his ace.  His playing partner told us that until that day his buddy wasn’t allowed to sit at the same table as him in the clubhouse, because that table was reserved only for players who had recorded a hole in one.

My point is I’m gonna be sitting by myself until any of the clowns I play with make their own eagle.  No love for the haters.