Soulja Boi Schmell Em

So, once again it's been a while since my last post (8 days oh ma gah!). I've been busy trying to be makin dat paypa so I can finally move out of the hood. Also, E3 (the biggest game convention of the year) started last week so I spent all day yesterday from 9am to midnight watching press conferences, demos, trailers, and reading forums and previews. It was a pretty tiring day, huh Esteban?

Esteban: No.
Haywad: I SAID pretty tiring day, HUH Esteban?
Esteban: Uh no, not really.
Haywad: Well, your just being a big Mr. Prissy Pants today, huh EsteGAY!
Esteban: Hey! Hey! You said you wouldn't talk about that!
Haywad: Oh man, sorry. It just slipped.
Esteban: It's ok, just be quiet please, I'm not ready to talk about it yet.
Haywad: Sure man. Sorry, I won't talk about how you like your butthole viciously gaped with big black meat.
Esteban: Hey! Fuck you man! Forget this, we're done bro, we are done! (Esteban, wincing and flailing dramatically, jogs through the front door, closing it just enough to leave open a tiny crack, a dark sliver of remorse that Haywad would never forget).
Haywad: What.....What have I done! My foolish recklessness has lost me another friend. Esteban! ESTEBAN! ESTEEEBAAAAAAAANNNNN, come back! (more like cum back, amirite?)

So, after that little ordeal, I ate some Coco Puffs and felt marginally better.

Last weekend, I saw Pixar's newest animation sensation, Up. First of all, I have to say that the movie theater was dreadfully stuffy and hot, the best possible way to describe the temperature would be that it was warmer than a bobcat on a Sunday morning (sorry, I had to put that terrible metaphor for personal reasons). The first 3/4 of Up was amazing, I honestly almost cried at one point, but as the movie went on it became a little tedious and I didn't care very much about the conclusion. I give it 9.4 cupcakes out of 10. I must say however, the animated short before the movie was nothing short of brilliance (or should I say billiance...cuz it had storks in it, get it? ok cool).

Another little thing I'd like to show yall kind folk is a conversation I had with Brian, that Korean fool from Storytime 3. See, we were chatting it up on AIM about Shaft for some reason and Brian totally got pwnt. I am MonkeyJakmoo.

MonkeyJakMoo (12:15:49 AM): shaft is from a song
Lubs to Splooge (12:15:54 AM): no
Lubs to Splooge (12:15:57 AM): that's the name of a song
MonkeyJakMoo (12:16:13 AM): actually, its the shaft theme
Lubs to Splooge (12:16:19 AM): i know it's also a movie
MonkeyJakMoo (12:16:41 AM): i know it's also a fried chicken chain in louisana
Lubs to Splooge (12:16:57 AM): what
Lubs to Splooge (12:16:58 AM): really
MonkeyJakMoo (12:17:02 AM): HAHAHAHAH NO
MonkeyJakMoo (12:17:08 AM): got you good
Lubs to Splooge (12:17:33 AM): :[

What an idiot!

Brian was pwnt so badly, it's as if the Grand Wizard of Tomfoolery was summoned to the bastion of Pwnage and hath knocked on Brian's door to deliver him the ancient scroll of Pwnocity.

Damnit, I had an awesome video of this Japanese game show where a guy had to tap another guy's nipples really fast, and the guy was dressed like a cow with nipple cut out's. He was moaning and looked extremely uncomfortable and it was supposed to represent Brian being pwned. Too bad it's private now.

So here's a video of a guy (probably gay or high) dancing by himself at a Music Festival, then starting a huge dance party. I wish to do something like this one day, but ofcourse mine would involve bears and lasertag.

fuck dude

Yeah, I know I haven't blogged in more than a week, sorry. I have been busy and the next blog I want to do takes a bunch of time that I haven't found yet. So here is some funny shit to tide you over if your aching (for Clay Aiken) a laugh.

This is the gayest thing ever, I feel so sorry for these kids when they grow up. Like McSeriously, it's just hilarious how they don't think this is extremely off the charts homosexuality to the max. I dare you to find something this gay and funny, if you do, please post it in the comments.


Here's a hippo pressing his ass to the tank's glass and shitting and spraying it everywhere. Skip to 0:45 for the festivities.


The best part is when dat fool shits and then swangs on out like a playa and dat udder fool be swimmin into it like a dumass or sumtin. He musta been like "oh dayum, I did not realize dat dhere was gonna be shit all up in my face when I be cummin on out here to be peepin at dem humans."

But, basically, he was like "Guuuurrrllll, you did not just take a dump right into my perusing area and den just walk on out of here like you think you know me, oh hell nah, that shit don't fly in da streets, nu uh, not with Bufanda "She got dem rolls" Jackson."

But, to put it simply, he probably just said "Well, isn't that the funniest thing. I come here to have a nice swim around the tank, like I do everyday, and on my final lap I run into a face full of feces. Not to be a Picky Peter or anything, but I believe that breaks Code 4.6 of the Hippo Humanitarian Handbook. And this is not the first time this has happened. No siree! I have let it slide in the past, but this is too much! Francis the Hippo isn't going to take this, excuse my language, bullcockery anymore! I am going straight to the tank manager and filing a 3 page report."
Tony the Hippo: "Aye Franny! How are you gonna find the manager's office with all that shit in your eyes. Hahaha!"
Felipe the Hippo: "Ahahahaha! Good one Tony."
Francis the Hippo: "Ok fine! I won't go the manager's office. I'll just kill myself right now with this grenade! That would fix all my problems. How would you like that huh, you big stinking bully!
Tony the Hippo: "Aw come on Francis, we're just joking over here, fuhgetta bout it. Besides, killing yourself won't change the size of your tiny penis!"
Felipe the Hippo: "Hahhahaha, nice one Tony. Yeah, we should call him, Francis the small penised Hippo! HahaUhhuhahahahuhuh."
**BOOM**

And here's a picture, but you probably already knew that, unless you are really dumb, which I suspect you're not because your reading this awesome blog.

Storytime 3: Got Dem Bitches on Check

So. I woke up right about noon...knew that I had to go to my first dance in about 6 hours.

Yep, hard to believe huh? Me, Haywad, the Beast from the Middle East, Haywadizzle, Haystack, the Black Dragon(ok not the last one) has never been to a dance. Nor have I ever danced with girl before. But, that all changed today, all thanks to my Korean friend, Brian Jeon. Or as I like to to call him, Brian (his intials are BJ, like blowjob, lol)

Yesterday, I got a call from Brian, and my gay ass, bitch ass, Indian ass, gay ass, Indian ass friend, Sean. They said that I am coming to a dance with them tomorrow, and I was all like,"oh heck noes, I scared," but they were all like,"oh no, you going bruh." So then I was like,"ok whatever, I don't give a fuck, ima muthafuckin pussy killa."

And here's the twist: I did give a fuck, and I am not a pussy killa (whatever that means((actually, I do know what that means)))Yes, I did just put a parenthesis in another parenthesis.

Anyway, I was tripping all day today, considering that I didn't know how to dance, and I wouldn't know many people there. But, I just tried to put myself in a "I don't give a fuck because I will never see most of these people again" mindset. It didn't really work, like if Ricky Martin went to prison and tried to avoid getting butt raped, he is just too sexy.

The adventure begins with Reggie, Roberta, and Brian coming to pick me up at around 6pm (that fagshit Sean didn't go the dance, he was probably putting curry in his butthole, you know, cuz he's Indian and gay). It was hot as shit today, so I got to just wear my tight white T-shirt and look hella sexy with my muscles all showing and what not; don't worry, I put a nice velvet red dress shirt on before we went to the dance. Then, we picked up Megan, drove her to her house to get a dress because she didn't know it was a formal dance, and headed on out to Mission Valley Highschool aka Mission Valley Cumschool.

When we arrived I quickly discovered that I was out of place, seriously, about 97% of the kids were Asian. I was taller and bigger than most of the people there and that made me feel even more awkward and shy.


I felt a little better when I saw Anthony Cisneros (he's Mexican and Italian! isn't that awesome copter). So, we just stood around until they told us to go sit at one of the three long tables. At the end of our table was me, Brian, Megan, Roberta, Reggie, Anthony, and MIKE JONES! Who? MIKE JONES! The one and only you can't clone me, got a lot of haters and a lot of homies, some friends and some phonies, back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me. Yeah, so his name is Michael Jones, and he's really white.

We ate Chinese food, listened to some speeches, and drank some dranks (it was an event for a volunteer club). Then, the dance room started poppin and I knew it was time for me to make it or break it. And I broke it, I broke it like a polaroid picture. Basically, Me, Anthony and Mike Jones stood on the dance floor and did nothing. Megan was nice enough to try to dance with me, but I failed big time.

For the next hour and a half, I was either: standing outside the dance room talking to Anthony and feeling like a piece of crap, standing inside the dance room trying to talk to Anthony and feeling like a piece of shit, or even resorting to going outside and calling my cousin, Masude, which made me feel like the biggest loser faced turd eater ever. What made it even worse was that there was a douchebag gangsta Asian guy with two bitches outside too, watching me talk to my cousin about computers. Also, Mike Jones (Who?) was always around us, I didn't really talk to him, but he was always near, always queer (he's not actually gay, near and queer rhymed and I didn't know how to end the sentence, so yeah).

Here's a picture of me at the drink table like a loser:

Then, Brian came out of the dance room after dancing with Reggie for like 20 minutes straight and sat down with me and Anthony. Then, Roberta came and Brian told Roberta to dance with me, so we went in the dance room and she taught me how to dance. I was pretty nervous, but I got into it and it turned out to be fun, albeit a little tiring on my legs because I was still a tad sore (you know, because I work out and am cool).

Then, I danced a little with Reggie, then again with Roberta after the techno music, yay Sandstorm! I guess the DJ was good, I knew most of the songs. It was definitely not crackin though. At most, there were like 30 people actually dancing. Also, there was an extreme lack of...

DONK BOOTY

So that was my first dance experience, thanks to all the people in my story for making it possible.

CowJo out. I put that when I don't know how to end a post in a funny way and just want to get done with it. Sorry for the un-creavity, I finished this in the afternoon, I'm usually much funnier at 3am.

Rolf Copter Dump Tyme

Today marks a revolutionary day in the history of CowJoMonkey's Kool Kids Klub. I was thinking about how I am going to incorporate all the videos and pictures I have bookmarked or saved over the years into the blog, and I have came to a solution. I'm just gonna fuckin dump it here, and wave my hands like I just don't care, cuz there ain't no party like a West Coast party, cuz a West Coast party goes dumb.

Congradulations dear Sir, Mam or Faggit, you have read through the utter shit I have typed above without exiting the page. You will now be rewarded with a fantastic cash prize! Rico, show them what they've won!

Rico: Eeehhh, you spent all the money at Bed, Bath, and Beyond last weekend, Senor.
Haywad: No I didn't. Wait did I really, Rico?
Rico: Si, Senor.
Haywad: What? You know I don't speak Cuban.
Rico: Cuban isn't a lang...
Haywad: I DON'T SPEAK CUBAN, RICO.
Rico: Sorry Senor. Yis, you spent all the money on juicers and kinky kitchen appliances.
Haywad: Oh, now I remember, that was one wild night. No wonder why my anus has been hurting, must of been the damn turbo spatula.
Rico: Eeehhh, wrong again Senor. It was the miniature horse you purchased.

Anyway, so as a consolation prize, here's some stuff that you might find enjoyable.

This is "teh" funniest thang ever.


This has been my favorite video for the past couple of weeks, you have to watch it.


Why?Why?Why? and Why?


I don't want to flood my page with Youtube videos, so here is the rest of the shit that I think is funny/awesome.

This is the music video for that jazz song that plays when things are supposed to be all wacky and fast. I'm sure you have heard it before, but it's still awesome.

In honor of the amazing Star Trek movie that came out this week, here is the video of William Shatner "wooing" remixed into a cool techno song.

Here is a hilarious interview with Ali G, he is interviewing Posh Spice and David Beckham. I didn't know David Beckham was so absent of a personality...and a fag.

Please, do yourself a favor and watch this. Norm MacDonald is doing an interview on Conan O' Brien and it is unbelievably funny. Seriously, this is my most favorite interview ever, Norm is pure genius. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. If your only going to watch one, part 3 is probably the best.

This video is a fat guy dancing to "Single Ladies". His precision and attention to detail still amazes me.

Well, that's all the crap for today. If you didn't find any of this funny or enjoyable, I have one more thing for those of you with special humorous needs.