New York Shitty, the world’s best street-art blog,* has the scoop on the latest Colt 45 marketing campaign.  I’m not going to lie, I feel a little left out.  Boston and New York City are getting all the love from the Colt 45 PR gods and we’re stuck drinking PBR.  So 2004.  I want the 2010 corporate-sponsored trend to come out way.  You literally have to go searching for c45 authenticity in the Mission and that’s a crime.

* I love making statements I can’t backup!

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This could not possible have anything less to do about SF but it’s a goddamn dead deer on a couch watching TV.

From the inbox, by way of North Carolina:

This is the pull off at Rt 35 and Miracle Dr
A deer was hit there.
The couch was dumped there previously.
Day two the deer was on the couch.
Day three the end table and lamp showed up.
Day four the TV and TV stand showed up.

Quality.

(photo by Benjamin Lim | Hat Tip Noel H.)

Got an email from Allan:

I want to know what the Uptown Almanac has to say about THIS:

Here’s the thing: this video is so laced with sexuality, Lady Gaga impersonators, and 80’s pornography-film music that it is very hard for a mere mortal to evaluate.  Thankfully, I majored in alcohol consumption and premarital sex in college, so I’ll give this a once over.

Truthfully, I don’t know immediately what brand of journey I am about to embark on.  The opening features dogs barking, shaky camera work, and some tranny running through the woods.  Zombie films are pretty hot these days and the fact I am watching one on Vimeo will less than 300 views made me feel bleeding edge until…

…some relatively ‘cool music’ begins playing and a fairly faggy (no no, it’s okay.  I live in San Francisco.  It’s my word too) child actor comes crawling through the thicket to ‘take his hipster princess.’  Now it’s becoming evident that I’m about to experience a “bold experiment in art bridging the mediums of fashion, music, film, and expensive catering.”

As previously mentioned, Lady Gaga smokes some crack rocks and joins the cast.

The video then proceeds to give us a gratuitous shot of an aardvark tattoo, leaving the audience to ponder “What’s below of that tramp stamp?”  The answer, unbeknownst to most, is scabies.

Suddenly, a second man joins the cast and there is mad cantaloupe on the scene.  Also, this chick had a period all over her own face, which pretty much indicates she can contort her body in wonderful ways and make getting the clap into an “alright” experience.

At this point, I’m starting to shed the hate and get impressed.  Last time I was dry humping an ambiguously-gendered person and I got a little hungry, I ate a couple of double-stuffed Oreos and had some flat grape soda.  But Christ, this is an orgy of fruit and animal carcasses.  Go on…

Now people are finger-fucking the food.  I know very little about the female anatomy because I figure if “bitch gets pregnant, I always have a can of Raid and a baseball bat.”  But I’m reminded of what the great philosopher Snoop Doggy Dogg had to say about intercourse: “used to be up in them guts like everyday.”  Based on this astute analysis of the female genitalia, one can only assume that this is a metaphor for the 48 seconds of intercourse they are about to have.

Abruptly the journey has concluded with some shots of unwieldy fingernails.  We witnessed no penetration and I am left with a penis ascending into my lower abdomen in fear.

Ordinarily, this is where one would compose a synopsis of what just occurred, but I would prefer to leave you with this: “Filmed in London and Los Angeles.”  lol wut?