Happy holidays, you bastard
What could be better on Christmas than the gift of a brand-spankin’ new Buntology.com, along with a brand-spankin’ new video? Nothing!
‘It Allllll Faaaaallllllsss Dowwwnn’
And now … Alicia’s DRIVING WITH THE HITS!!!
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Is it safe to film oneself creating a music video while driving? Kanye says … YES.
Live with your mistakes… or lie [by Will]
These days, more than ever before, I’m hearing people say they want to get tattoos. That’s cool I guess. I’m about as accepting as the next acceptor, but I often wonder how so many people can spontaneously give up a plot of their body they probably can’t get back.
I have a hard enough time choosing between three tempting items on an IHOP breakfast menu, let alone marrying one of the endless possibilities of potential tattoos. And unlike my blueberry pancakes, this decision is relatively permanent.
If I were in Belgium last weekend, this is a pep talk I would have had with 18-year-old Kimberly Vlaeminck
Alcohol drinkers beware – you’re in for a scare [by Will]
It’s probably cliche for me to say that nothing free is free, but that doesn’t make it any less true.
Which is why when Obama spoke of “free” health care, a rational thought would be to ask where the money comes from to pay for it. Well that’s a question even Obama doesn’t have the answer to. But rest assured, there are ideas storming in our government’s proverbial brain storm.
One proposal? A beer tax.
The School Book Store…Strikes Again! [by Jackie]
OK, I know there are tons of stories about school book stores and how they suck and all that, but I just got back from the Westfield State book store and I need to vent.
Bored at Work: Racing the Sun
As the school year winds down, many of us at Buntology are preparing for graduation. This means we are very busy, so lay off, OK!?!? (And by busy I mean stressed out.) Here is a piece written by Will, who prefaced the story by telling us: “Not really typical stuff I know, but w/e I was bored (hence title).”
Every winter I eagerly anticipate one of my favorite days of the year. When we spring those clocks forward. I couldn’t possibly put a price on that extra hour of daylight. For people like me who enjoy the long days, or people with Seasonal Affective Disorder, spring is a big sigh of relief. Once the world feels right again, and Father Time is back where he belongs, it’s just a countdown until June 21, the longest day of the year. Recently I proposed a hypothetical question to my friends, asking them how far they thought someone could get leaving from Boston at sunrise and driving west, only stopping once the sun went down. And because it’s a nice, sunny, 73 degree day and I’m sitting inside bored at work, I decided to try and answer that question to the best of my ability.
planet stifled [by rochelle]
Last summer my darling daughter, Angela, worked for Planet Fitness. Let’s just say she was treated poorly. OK, let’s just say, they treated her like crap and the Bunt family swore they would never set foot inside their establishment.
(THEY FIRED ME FOR WEARING SANDALS! Alright, so they made me leave because I didn’t have sneakers on (they weren’t even officially open yet), and instead of going to a nearby TJ Maxx I went to a nearby 99 and got drunk. Then went back to PF to use their tanning booth. Employee discount, holler! – Angela)
Mess with one of us and you earn the wrath of us all.
Fast forward to April 5.
Barack Obama: Giver of iPods, Star Wars, and ET DVDs [by Will]
Let’s be honest. We’ve all been there. It’s Christmas day and you’re watching someone open a gift you bought for them with your fingers crossed, hoping you don’t get the fake smile and the, “Oh, neat… Chinese checkers” head-tilt. And on the other hand, we’ve also had to pretend we’re excited about the motivational book about soccer from a single aunt who’s into new-age. I can’t help but imagine that that is the same reaction British Prime Minister Gordon Brown had to put on when Obama gave him his gift while Brown visited the White House back in March.
I would love to have seen Barack’s face when the Prime Minister handed him “a pen holder fashioned from the oak timber of HMS Ganner, a Navy vessel that served on anti-slavery missions off Africa,” and then, “a framed commissioning paper for the HMS Resolute, a Royal navy ship that came to symbolize British-American goodwill when it was rescued by the U.S. from icebergs and given to Queen Victoria.” Obama probably gulped, took his hands out of his pockets, and nervously took a step back before pulling out his gift for Gordon Brown, a box set of 25 American DVDs.
Our dad used to be called “The Copper Snake”
Ahh, young love. Rochelle describes (some of) how she and Rod got together. Bunt history like you never dreamed of! Or maybe you did.
Several weeks ago, John Travolta was thrown into the spotlight when his son Jett died suddenly from what turned out to be a seizure. The media and the public couldn’t wait to place blame for the tragedy on the Travolta’s belief in Scientology and the apparent rumor that they refused the medical treatment that may have saved their son.
I have no idea what happened or what the truth is. I do know that every religion has beliefs that those outside that religion question and see as odd. I also know that losing a child feels the same in any religion and they are suffering. Money and fame are meaningless at times like that.
That being said, I have to tell you I feel a special closeness to John Travolta.
Patrick RoboTrips for Buntology!
This week, Buntology addiction writer Patrick address issues such as: Why does Nickelback suck? Why is Jim Carrey mailing it in? And Sir Paul – a “pussy”? (Don’t worry, saying that hurts Patrick as much as it hurts us.) Read on …
Wow. My beat on Buntology.com is addiction. Does that mean the Bunts will pay for me to experiment with all kinds of substances and see if I get hooked? (We won’t pay, but we’ll help you. In the name of science!) Always wanted to try the RoboTrip. You know, when you guzzle a whole bottle of Robitussin, and 10 minutes later you’re on Mars, making friends with E.T.
Or how about doing mushrooms before flying on an airplane? Good God. Could you imagine? Pretty good odds you’d end up on the 11 o’clock news. “This just in. A commercial flight had to make an emergency landing after an unruly passenger locked himself in the bathroom and started uncontrollably weeping while reciting lines from one of Charles Manson’s songs recorded in prison. No one was injured on the flight, but more than 100 passengers vowed to never fly on an airplane again.”