At first I was thinking what the hell is StarCrunch!? But then Paul’s long winded description made me remember having them as a child…so I guess I did get a little stroll down memory lane…so thanks Paul!
eh. this isn’t really funny at all. These kinds of posts usually aren’t–the ones where someone tries to explain something in a really intellectually witty way. Even if it starts off funny (this one didn’t), people never keep it going.
i think the reason why most american people aren’t funny is because they try too hard. if you listen carefully, you can almost hear paul laughing smugly at his own diffuse verbiage, congratulating himself on his dazzling display of wit. the sad thing is that there are people out there who actually think this kind of “quirky” horseshit qualifies as humour.
I do agree that Paul definitely overshot it but I am so serious when I say that I swear I experienced my first O when I took a bite out of a star crunch. It was like a Rice Krispies Bar only chocolate and better.
So did they disable comments in the new “AsMyJunk” thread because they realized that the site would be better named “Lamer than Lamebook” or did they just disable me, knowing I’d point out that it’s the stupidest idea for a blog yet? That 1001 awful things site might be better.
I can’t leave a comment there. Looks like they disabled any further comments. I agree curly, I’m not writing asmyjunk.com off just yet. I do like this site even though sometimes it’s dissapointing so maybe I will like this other site.
I left an unfavorable comment on one of the asmyjunk pics as well — and it never made it past the ‘moderation’ phase. I don’t see it getting any “bigger” than that ‘Solely for the LOLZ’ disaster. For one thing, half the pictures there have been around since Jesus was a boy.
How can you base a website around one single joke? At least Lamebook has three or four varieties, AsMyJunk is just a person holding somethingly vaguely phallic-shaped next to their crotch, and so far they have five pages full of entries.
If you don’t like it… don’t go there. There’s no real need to have to go on and on about how stupid you think it is. This is lamebook, not asmyjunk.com. Even though they are a team, they are two different sites. Just scroll past the advertisement, and bam it’s out of your life.
I don’t think he was trying to pass it off as his own (or maybe he was) but I think Paul and Walter probably view “I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell” as their personal bible, and therefore it was more Paul trying to impress and/or make Walter laugh because he’s secretly in love with him, or maybe they are secretly together, and it was some really bad Facebook version of an inside joke. Then since Walter and Paul amuse only themselves, one of them submitted it here hoping it’d be put under a “win” category. A plan which obviously failed.
So you’re saying we can’t express an opinion on their new site because this is LB, not the other site? Why the hell not? People can say whatever they want, Buzzard. Who made you the opinion police? Anyway, I tried expressing an opinion on the other one, and it modded me. So there. I’ll do it here.
Hobo, I am so with you on this one. I could not think of a more pathetic, juvenile theme for a site. It’s an insult to the LB crowd, actually.
Tucker max fans used to be cool….about 10 years ago when he wasn’t a desperate, narcissist trying to regain his college years. Now his only fans are nerds who wish they had the balls to be mean to girls like he is..or talk to them…or look them in the eyes.
Also, have you guys seen the new website ‘it’s my junk!’ looks so awesome! I can’t wait for lamebook’s next project ‘Ouch! my balls!’ where people get hit in the nuts….ah good times lamebook. You’ve shown real class these past few months.
Oh Paul! Verily your verbose words of well thought out vernacular and alliteration ring a heavenly bell of enlightenment in my once dusk filled soul.
Indubitably your well constructed temple of description has laid upon my receptive receptacle of information, just one clear crystalline thought… ‘You’re a fucking obese Starcrunch eating blob of unloved fatty tissue.’