The Shattered Monocle

Smelcome

I must have made some big karmic faux-pas recently, as I feel like I’m a pinata and this week has been the greedy fat kid holding the stick. (Plus, no new LOST tomorrow night. FML.)

In these situations, I turn to the Internet for a little schadenfreude, which brings me to this clip that I’ve watched over and over today (via failblog.org).

This clip. Ah, this clip. To pick out my favorite moment would be like picking out a favorite child. However, like any parent will do when their kids are not around, I’ll pick one anyway. It’s the moment where the host’s weed-addled brain sacrifices its last remaining cell to give its owner one perfect moment of clarity. His expression upon this awakening makes my week thus far, look blessed by comparison.

To the baked, tongue-tied, corn-rowed, ska-punk loving, English skater d-bag out there somewhere, thanks for making me feel better.