If that doesn't fit your needs, you could always find us here as well:
Here is a thought. Now, I know contests are great and all but we should do something for the fans just because. I suggest and event, like a gathering of sorts. Perhaps a bar-b-que sometime around the end of summer. What do you guys think? Let me know.
I’m sure you all remember it, I made quite a big deal about it. But then I remembered this. I’ll just leave it here for you.
Real life story of Fisch Fail
Today was amazing, through and through. Work wasn’t horrendous (usually it is, believe me) and I got to chill with luz, eldwardo and fitz (whom you may or may not know, not too sure) anyway, we basically lit up the grill, cooked a metric SHIT TON of food (i’m talking, country ribs, hamburgers, hot dogs, steak, pork chops, chicken, corn you name it we probably cooked it or ate it) Cracked open about a case and a half of beer between the gour of us and just chilled. It was one of those feelings that you just didn’t want to end. Well of course it had to due to circumstances that are obvious to us 4, but whatever. Let me take this time to give a massive shout out to my significant other bear (whom you will hopefully know if I can coax her to write here or something) for she was a massive help to this amazing labday. So if she ever reads this (which i’m not sure if she will) thank you, i love you and blah blah blah lovey dovey crap.
Now that i’m done purging about the day, I think I may go actually purge.
Now I leave you with a talking dog
So, it’s officially the one year anniversary of Fish Fail, INC. What can we do to mark this momentous occasion? Talk about what we always talk about… That’s right POOP!
Now this was mentioned a while back when I spoke of my first pooping experience. There really isn’t much to this story but it’s funny all the same.
When I was younger and living at my mom’s I had to poop and bad. This was a make or break kind of situation. I ran up the stairs, and past my mom entertaining guests in the kitchen. I run to the bathroom. My sister was in it at the time and I REALLY had to go.
So I run further down the hall to my mom’s bathroom. Here is where it gets funny. My mom has a small counter-top in front of the toilet. I forget this as I pull my pants down with urgency and sit down on the toilet with all the ferocity of a Creeper about to explode.
WHAM! I bang my head on the counter-top. Ignoring this I continue about my business, until I see blood on the floor. That’s right, I split my head open while pooping. I didn’t know if I should wipe my head or my ass. Eventually, after I’m done I go back to tell my mother what happened. She took me to the hospital, where I got eleven stitches.
Oh, and by the way… Your favourite Internet Sensation has returned!
http://twitter.com/#!/FischFail/status/77926082812198912
So I’ve noticed the other authors giving prizes away for certain things. Now I think it’s my turn. There is a stipulation however. I need this post to get 22 separate comments, from separate individuals. Why do I am so high you ask? First of all, it’s my favorite number, don’t hate. Secondly, I saw the views on my last story, I know you people are out there watching.
So what’s the prize? Well if you read one of my earlier posts you’d know I discovered an interesting place to eat. I would go as far as to say godly place to eat. I would like to treat someone to this place to eat. That’s right! Dinner on an Internet Sensation.
Here’s how it works: I get 22 different comments from separate individuals, just like Luz wants, I will take someone to dinner. How do I decide you ask? Here’s where this shit gets all kinds of fun. YOU the reader post a comment here, be it via WordPress or in the simple comment box below. Then I put names of all 22 commenters into a hat and draw the winner. So wait? How do I know who wins you ask? Here is where I need a bit of your help.
Below, there is a place for a name choose a fancy little net name. We don’t use real names here. It’s just a rule deal with it. I don’t care if you type “sparkling rainbow dildos” in the name field. I don’t really care. However, if someone has chosen this name pick another. As I wont know who is the winner if there are multiple sparkling rainbow dildos. Now, I need to know how to reach the winner. There is a place for email, put that shit there! Fret not, no one but the authors can see people’s emails. It just helps so I can let the winner know they won.
BUT IT GETS EVEN BETTER!
If the linked above post gets 13 separate comments from 13 separate people I will even come pick you up! Provided you live within a 25 mile radius of this location: 43711 Michigan Avenue, Canton, MI 48188-2551 (L George’s Coney Island) Mapquest that shit!
I’m still not done! I have one more incentive. If the winner is a WordPress user subscribed to us I might even take you to a movie. Aww, but what if you don’t have a WordPress? Well that means you just have to make one and subscribe to us. Suck it up, it’s for the greater good.
Sup, Internet Sensation Drezirale here again. Lets get right into this one. It could be short, who knows… Alright so I recently as of 6am had a mindblowingly awesome food experience. This shit was like, mindblawsome– yeah it’s a word now, deal with it. First I want to start off by saying I live in an area where there are Coney Islands everywhere. Seriously, throw a stone it’s likely to land in someone’s chili cheese fries. These places aren’t exactly the place to write home about. However, as all the people I live with read this, it’s become my letter home.
I pass this place literally every day on my way to work, and have not once stepped inside. Normally, the place is packed tighter than a gay man’s ass at a Rent after-party. Which I thought strange for a Coney Island of all places. Though, since eating there I can understand why. I was driving back home when I felt my stomach gremlin acting up. Yeah, I think have gremlin in my stomach! What of it? It’s not like I believe in faeries. (See: Those who cry wolf.) There was but a few cars in the lot, and I notice the open sign.
I was not feeling breakfast today, so decided to venture in. I’m then welcomed almost immediately. I take a look around at this massive yet classy establishment. I mean were talking Olive Garden class here. Again, I am taken back by this place, and in my bewilderment to ask the stupidest question in the world. “You guys, are a Coney Island right?” As if the giant neon sign above the door I just came in or the one on the entirety of the roof– which could bee seen not only from the road I was on but possibly the highway, were lying to me.
Thankfully, my idiocy is ignored, or at least brushed off with a mere “yes”. Oh but it gets better, as I’m clearly not done asking stupid questions. In retrospect, I should have just sat down, shut up, and drank my pop. But no! I have I habit of not thinking before I engage conversation. So! I proceeded to the next stupid question for my waitress.
“Do you serve anything other than breakfast at this time?” This wouldn’t have been so bad had it not been for my first question. So now she must think I’m absolutely stupid, but gives me another mere “yes”. Which is then followed by, “our cooks will make anything on the menu”. On a good note, my foot was the worst tasting thing I put into my mouth there.
I wait for my food, which by the way is faster than most Coney Islands. This must be to the fact they have a grill literally twenty feet long with twelve chefs working it. So I get my usual, patty melt with the aforementioned fry concoction. Usual in a sense I get this at every Coney, as I’ve never been to this establishment. I take a bite and it’s like thirty angels flew into my brain and all started dropping acid. I swear this was the best melt I had in a good long while. If not ever! Then, I try my chili cheese fries. Let me tell you. Have you ever known what it’s like to orally pleasure Odin? Because, I’m sure this would be close. I have never had coney food so epically made.
Needless to say I would definitely try this place again. Perhaps next time I’ll get the clam chowder. The Boston kind, which is my number one favorite soup. Yeah, that threw me too. Most places just have New England. I saved a bit and going to bed here soon. Totally eat that when I wake up.
RESOLUTION!
So… it’s that time of the year… where one can man-up and buckle down to make oneself less of a failure.
I have but one resolution for now, which will include several parts.
Resolution Number One: Acquire at least 10 different skills this year.
Skills/Talents to include:
Power Attack (ok, just kidding with that one, because that is a Feat…)
Sewing
Driving
Coffee/Beer/Tea/Wine Tasting
A New Language?
Billiards/Darts
Baking
Computer Repair/Diagnostic/Building/Networking (looking at you Mr. Fail)
Singing (for realzezez)
An Instrument?
A Martial Art?
Beer/Wine/Mead Home Brewing
…That’s all I can come up with for now, and that makes a very rough 20-ish.
I know FischFail and myself have been making very shallow posts as of late, due to the inherent A.D.D. and personal business, but I can assure you that the posts will become more “meaty” sooner than later, especially if the “Resolution” theme permeates our future posts.
On that note; Luz signing off.
Recently I discovered I have a slight passion for cooking. But I have a genuine passion for baking. So much so, that ErinLovesTheWeb and I would like to take a couple of baking classes. This doesn’t mean either of us want this as a career, but it is fun to do on the side. This combined with th fact we work really well together and are quite good at it, makes it even more enjoyable.
Hey guys, sorry for the unexpected (and unintended/unannounced) leave of absence, but the last few days for me have been incredibly busy. So, where do we begin our review?
But wait, there’s more
Fisch Fail, INC. 