The winter days tumble by, one after another in a stupefying daze of cold and wind. Sometimes the only sure way to be sure that time is passing is to check the break room offerings:
Breakroom Clown Salad
Category Archives: Clown Salad
New Year, New Clown Salad
I like to call this “The Party’s Over.”
Taken on the street outside my house on a 1-degree morning.
Local News Clown Salad
World’s Biggest Biceps clown salad… As seen on TV.
Clown Salad In the Locker Room
A Collection of Atrocities Committed in Men’s Locker Rooms at Gyms in Middle America
[There are no illustrations to accompany this post and soon you will be thanking me for that.]
*As reported by Keith Pille and Matt Waite
Sweaty, paunchy dude walking around the locker room naked, walks past a bin of dirty towels, shrugs, reaches in, grabs one, and starts wiping himself down.
Man blow-drying his balls with the wall-mounted hand dryer.
Old man applying some kind of liniment that smelled like cat piss.
Went to take sweater out of locker while getting dressed after working out only to find a nasty, used Q-tip left inside the locker by some sick fuck stuck to it.
Old man clipping nasty, thick yellow toenails and leaving them on the carpet. Bonus: he clips too close and starts bleeding. Another variation: old, naked man bent over clipping his toenails while pointing the wrong end at you as you walk in the door.
Old naked men watching Fox News – my God, do they watch Fox News in resplendent wrinkly nakedness. Or sports. One guy sat butt nekkid watching Oprah.
The Naked Man Gossip Circle. Talking. Laughing. Naked.
An oldie but goodie from the Bally Total Fitness days: old man taking a shower and using his tighty whiteys as a washcloth.
Old man sleeping naked on locker room couch.
Man shaving in steam room, just tapping the razor onto the bench tiles after each pass so that his hairs are scattered there. Bonus: he leaves the razor in the steam room.
Old naked man eating a bag of potato chips… naked… in the locker room… at the gym. Why, God, why?
Old men spritzing their balls with cologne… Septuagenarians hosing themselves down with Axe Body Spray.
Note: Although I’ve worked out at various gyms and taken many exercise classes throughout the years, I was not able to come up with anything from a women’s locker room that would rival these anecdotes (I did once have a disturbing encounter with a woman who was having some sort of mental break while in an empty studio, stretching, but that’s another story) So, are women just cleaner? More courteous? More inhibited? If you have a woman’s locker room atrocity to share, comment!
2014: Bringing Clown Salad Back
2014 is the Year of Clown Salad
Here’s today’s pic:
So, what’s clown salad? Back in 2011, I described it this way:
- Any time you see one of those plastic teeth flossers lying in a gutter or on the sidewalk, that’s total clown salad.
- A band-aid floating in a pool is clown salad.
- Mel Gibson is clown salad. So is Brett Favre, apparently.
- When you get trapped trying to exit a parking ramp after a big event lets out, that’s total clown salad. As you sit in your car, inching forward, you may say to your companions, “Will you look at this clown salad?”
- Twinkies are not clown salad but those circus peanut candies are.
- The Twilight movies are clown salad. Scott Baio is also clown salad.
To update this list for 2014 I would like to add:
- Most sad, abandoned things you find on the ground (except money) are clown salad.
- Any shoe you see on the side of the highway is clown salad.
- People who write checks in the grocery store check-out lane are clown salad. Double clown salad: they don’t start writing it out until they get their total.
- Pumping gas in below zero temps is clown salad, especially if the sad man in the Buick LaSabre one pump over is sitting in his car scratching lottery cards.
- That duck hunting family of rubes who have a reality show are clown salad.
- Otis Spunkmeyer muffins are clown salad.
- The real name for ham salad or, heaven forbid, beef salad, is clown salad. Seriously, don’t eat that stuff.
Be on the lookout for clown salad and you’ll start to see it everywhere. Think of it as a zen experience – you are merely noting and documenting the clown salad. YOU ARE NOT THE CLOWN SALAD.
Got a photo you want to share? Send to reebs73 at gmail dot com.
There Are No More Needs
Yes, it is worth destroying the rainforest and using tons and tons of energy to produce these items. Clearly, all are must-haves.
Printed in someone’s basement:
For the confused person(s) in your life:
If this doesn’t convince you the world is over, I don’t know what will:
The oceans? Fuck the oceans. I don’t want no more “Raccoon” eyes.
P.S. The Hair Umbrella is my favorite.
Just The Thing For The Baby’s Room
Proof that two wrongs do not necessarily make a right:
This is, perhaps, the perfect definition of “Clown Salad.”
The Hip Hop Shop
Saw this while driving in Florida, not too far from New Smyrna Beach, over the holidays. The store selling these fancy togs was called HIP HOP SHOP and it was in the same building as a gas station.
When we pulled into the gas station I had a straight-on shot of the mannequins; by the time I got out of the car a pick-up had pulled in and blocked the direct shot. The owner of the pick-up was inside the store talking about guns with the clerk. My brother-in-law overheard their convo while waiting in line to buy some Funyuns.
BTW, thumbs up to New Smyrna Beach!
Yeah No
Blah. If real moms are going to get shit for wearing Mom Jeans, then I don’t think young, hipster Non-Moms should get away with it either. And, let’s face it, this is ugly, proving that not everything can be co-opted by the young and waif-ish.
How To Speak Charlie Sheen
Over the past week, we’ve heard and seen a lot of the Sheen and it ain’t over yet (nor is it the first time Sheen has jumped the tracks – there was all that 9/11 conspiracy stuff). Sometimes it can be hard to decipher what he’s saying, especially if you were still a child in the 1980s and aren’t up on slang used in 1987.
Here is a guide to understanding the lingo and the worldview of The Winningest Man in Showbiz. All of these words of wisdom have been culled from his various appearances over the past week.
“I’m tired of pretending I’m not a total bitchin’ rock star from Mars.”
What This Means: I can no longer contain my craziness and so I’m hanging it out to dry on the line. Take a good, long look.
Bitchin’ is 1980s lingo for awesome, amazing, super cool, rad, etc. etc. “Rock Star from Mars” means cokehead.
“The run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards just look like droopy-eyed armless children.”
What This Means: I do a lot of drugs. I do so many drugs I don’t really deserve to be here anymore but… hey, whatcha gonna do? I keep trying to die but I keep on making it.
Armless children refers to “Thalidomide babies,” of the early 1960s – these are children who were born deformed because their mother took this dangerous sedative while pregnant.
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