Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Carl in Winter (Summer)

Congratulations on a successful campaign.

Though the semester may end, our dream will never die. Fall 2009 will see the beginning of Turned On, Episode IV: A New Hope.

The first call must be a glorious wookie call that makes the returning host wet himself onscreen.

We shall then pelt him with proverbial ice and loose change:

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Carl Brutanandilewski. I am 46 years young, and I sleep in my beanbag chair. Welcome to my funhouse."

Oh, the joy to come.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

I think I just saw an exorcism in the bathroom

The following events took place between 2:02 and 2:05am in a dorm bathroom:

I'm standing in front of a sink, brushing my teeth, all by myself, contemplating my day's events.
Some guy comes in and walks over to one of the urinals.

He rolls his neck, lets out a big sigh.

I can hear him start to wee.

Then, he looks up at the ceiling, and lets out a roar. You remember that Godsmack song the Navy used to use in its commercials? It sounded like that, except in an echo chamber.

I don't know if he pissed straight gasoline, fire ants that were on fire, or Satan's urinary tract disease, but he didn't wash his hands and that's gross.

DPS has no suspects.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

More dickspiration

A rough and tough sounding New Jersey guy who is interested in being dominated S&M style.

A nerd weighing the pros and cons of giving a girl in his WoW guild enough gold for epic flight in exchange for meeting up with her to have sex. If this barely makes sense to you, all the better.

Perhaps attempting to warn them of outbreaks of STDs on campus? If we can get them spreading false information that would be wonderful.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Ah, 2:15 AM. That time of why-am-I-not-sleeping-I-have-a-fucking-Swedish-test-at-9-am inspiration.
With the return of snow, I thought I'd write about the thing that irritates me most on this campus:

The Stamp-Made Winterwear Girl
The Stamp-Made Winterwear girl wears one outfit from November 1 until March 31. This three piece outfit includes, from top to bottom:
1. The long ass north face puffy coat, pictured left on Angelina Jolie (who isn't that hot, but that's a different article entirely)
2. Leggings, which I assume everyone is aware of
3. Ugg Fucking Boots. Pictured right in all their overrated, overpriced, completely retarded glory.


Normally this outfit might not bother me so much, but this describes literally 75% of the girls in Ann Arbor between the months listed above. It gets a little old. Also, as a wise source once related to me, "if you weigh more than 140 lbs, stay the fuck out of leggings."



Sunday, April 5, 2009

Dickspiration

Dick that gets a boner and curves straight down, towards the floor.

Dick that has been given a square/block-shaped tip by parents so it won't fit in a world with round holes. Geometric contraceptive.

Dick that drops off, wanders around at night, and fights crime.

Guy that T-bags his roommate every night. I'm thinking he could call in as his way of finally telling his roommate, you know, with the help and support of Team Turned On.

Guy that asks chick on show which one of the nicknames she gave him that she likes best. Really just a way to list some awesome dick names, while also implying that that hoe on the right had sex with me.

Carl calls in to talk about his bromance with a fellow NJ douche bag. I'll wax romantic about rigid spikey hair, puke-orange tan, creatine musk, and 2$ wife-beaters.

Guy who gets a boner whenever he watches the "My Favorite Things" episode of Oprah's show.

Any other weird sexual turn-ons. I'm sure we can drum up a bunch.

Talk amongst yourselves...

Friday, April 3, 2009

Operation: Brutananadilewski

Yeah Good Morning,

Whoop-dee-frickin-doo. It's time for this blog to get movin'. As you already know, the televisual program "Turned On" received three unusual callers last Tuesday.

We need to make this a long-term project, because the hosts deserve every single ounce of embarrassment and shame they can possibly have the capacity to feel.

To all of our readers, both of you, I ask that you advertise next Tuesday's show enthusiastically and with great vigor. We want "Carl from West Quad" to be the fourth cast member of this show. We also want as many copy-cats as we can encourage.

Imagine the 30-minute show having to cancel a 7-minute piece on fruit-flavored body paint because 5 jerks from the South Jersey shore won't stop calling:

"Hey, I wanna make a shout out to my girl who I know is watchin this at the bus station or somethin: just cause I'm on the TV don't magically mean I got food money for you."