George Harrison puts forward a pretty convincing case for getting into the ukulele.
Why would you recommend someone plays the ukulele? [Via http://www.openculture.com/2014/08/george-harrison-explains-why-everyone-should-play-the-ukulele-with-words-and-music.html]
getting sassy with the dogs
I heard a joke once: Man goes to the doctor. Says he’s depressed, life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. “But Doctor” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”
DO YOU SEE THIS? DO YOU SEE THIS FUCKING JAR?
THIS SHIT IS CALLED COOKIE BUTTER. THEY SELL IT AT TRADER JOE’S AND IT’S BASICALLY EXACTLY WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE: SPREADABLE GODDAMN COOKIES. THIS SHIT HAS THE TEXTURE AND CONSISTENCY OF PEANUT BUTTER, EXCEPT IT TASTES LIKE GINGERBREAD. WANNA KNOW WHY? BECAUSE IT’S LITERALLY FUCKING MADE WITH CRUSHED BELGIAN COOKIES. PUT IT ON YOUR GODDAMN TOAST AND MAKE A GODDAMN COOKIE BUTTER SANDWICH. IT’S LIKE A PARTY IN YOUR MOUTH AND EVERYONE IS WINNING THE LOTTERY AND ALSO HAVING AN ORGASM.
AND THE BEST PART? NO NUTS, NO DAIRY, NO SODIUM, NO CHOLESTEROL. I SWEAR TO GOD I HAVE BEEN EATING THIS SHIT STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CONTAINER WITH A SPOON. I AM NEAR TEARS FROM THIS TRANSCENDENTAL EXCELLENCE. DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND GO GET YOURSELF SOME GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING COOKIE BUTTER, BITCH.