I hadn’t heard of the popular t-shirt company Crooked Monkey until I was invited to an exclusive party they recently held. You see, even though they get great press from actors wearing their shirts in movies and magazines talking about their fashion styles, Crooked Monkey is based in Washington, DC – not widely known as the fashion capital of the country. And they wanted to do some local brand building.
This wasn’t just any party. Sure, there were attractive guests in a cool setting with great drinks and music all the usual stuff. It was what they did differently that made it the most memorable event Ive been to in a long time.
Lets start with how I even found out about the event – a secretive email from someone I didn’t know telling me that my friend recommended me as a guest for the event. This is somewhere in between Facebook and Eyes Wide Shut. Then, a request for my home address, to which was mailed a package containing an envelope with a paper invitation, and also a sparsely decorated white t-shirt, which I was required to save for the party two months later and bring with me to gain admittance. Finally, a bag of tart banana candies finished the package.
Further inspection revealed that the event was on a Sunday night (no night is safe from parties!) at a secret location to be given to us later. Keep in mind that I dont know the person behind the party, nor the other guests, and now also not the location. Still later I discovered by email invitation that the event would be in a warehouse in a not-so-savory part of Washington, DC and that we MUST bring our white t-shirts because wed be doing something with them on the night of the event.
When the day of the event came, I really couldn’t stand not knowing anything! I texted the contacts I had for the event to ask questions, but they revealed little. I emailed some socialite friends to try to figure out who else would be there we knew it would be all tastemakers of different sorts, but no one really knew who was going, which was exciting. I used Google Maps to investigate the location of the warehouse. I stressed about what one wears to such events (I think I chose well!).
Even the party itself was very engaging. An artist created a mural from our white t-shirts that we used for entry right in front of our eyes. An old-fashioned photo booth let us take pictures with each other, and the photo strips had (what else?) a Crooked Monkey logo on them. Even the name of the event Photoshoot at the Warehouse gave the party an active quality.
Do you detect a pattern here? Crooked Monkey kept busy, elite attendees who get invited to tons of events mentally engaged with their event for weeks. They made us part of telling their story. They got us to talk about their brand before, during, and after the event. And in the end, the event delivered with a cool venue, outstanding bar, fun atmosphere, and lots of fashion.
Photoshoot at the Warehouse is a great example of putting the public back in public relations and brand engagement. How great? Im writing an entire post about them – and I dont even like wearing t-shirts!
Once or twice a year my apartment complex slips the dreaded "Apartment inspection" note under our door. We usually have Seven days to prepare our house for inspection.
It's not the college dorm room inspection--where they're looking for drugs, alcohol, and toaster ovens. This is the next version--they look for cats, dogs, and BBQ grills. We've got the latter.
It's a huge BBQ, like 4 Ft high, 6 Ft wide and 3 Ft wide. So its a real work of art hiding this thing. To successfully hide it from the authorities, we turned to the best. We took notes from Elliot, who hid E.T. in a closet filled with trinkets and blankets. We got very creative with our disguise--starting off with a blanket to fully cover the monster. Then we added two duffel bags flanking the grill, a 37" TV box, a fold up mattress, golf clubs, and silverware. The goal is to make the closet look like such a mess that no one in their right mind would enter into the room. When everything was finished, we sprinkling dirty laundry on top of everything--a few socks and underwear--to really add to the exhibit.
And to top it off, we made sure my bed was real nice and messy which really enhanced the overall image.
As it turns out, my roommate Eddie is good friends with the inspection dude. So the guy knocked on the door, asked if we were housing pets, we answered no, and he went on his way.
Since news broke of Michael's passing I have been teary eyed and at a loss for words. I never got to see him in concert but watched him on TV whenever I got a chance. I did have the pleasure of videotaping his Madison Square Garden Concert, and watching it over and over again. I put my favorite video of his below, Smooth Criminal.
He loved his fans more than anything else in the world. That kind of mutual love--between an icon and his fans--is so rare. But now we are left to mourn alone.
He was planning a huge concert series in London. Turns out he was just practicing for his debut with God.
History repeats itself. Just usually its hundreds of years later, not 15 months later.
When Governor Spitzer resigned from office last March because of his lust for Prostitutes, Crooked Monkey produced the "I'm not a governor, i just like hoes t-shirt." It was a huge hit, but the moment was short-lived.
Well yesterday we were excited to hear that Governor Mark Sanford joined the ranks of Governors who love hoes. I'm not sure who went to greater lengths to secure a Crooked Monkey shoutout--Spitzer for spending tens of thousands of dollars, or Sanford for going A-wall for 5 days--but regardless they both earned it.
Ironically enough, yesterday monring, I decided to wear the Governor shirt, long before news broke of Governor Sanford's infidelities. After hearing the news, I was beside myself. A modern day prophet? That's for the history books to decide.
Crooked Monkey was the first business to ever use Facebook. We launched in the summer of 2005, just when Facebook was hitting the college scene in a big way. Back then, Facebook was much different. There was no tagging of pictures, no fan pages, and no global groups. You could only view profiles of other students who attended your school.
But somehow, even with all those restrictinos, we created 20 "Crooked Monkey Hotties" groups at campuses across the country. We had over 4,000 beautiful women, spread across the USA who were part of our group. I still meet people today who tell me that they are part of that elite group. What a legacy.
It wasn't easy to accumulate all those groups and hotties. We had to borrow our friends usernames and password, create the groups, and then find hot girls on campuses to join the groups. How did we do this? Since we didn't actually know anyone on that campus, we had to be quite wily. We searched hot names, like Heather, Melissa, Kirsten--don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. We also searched thru the good looking sororities--those are obvious. And then we sent out the invitations--and voila 20 Campus groups with at least 200 of the hottest girls on campus all clamoring to be Crooked Monkey Hotties.
4 years later, Facebook makes our lives a lot easier. We have a universal fan group and are not forced to commandeer our friend's logins. Our Fan group now is a lot better--everyone's invited, we run promotions and contests, and let you know about new t-shirts. So join it, and make our life easier.
The stock market soared over 1,000 points last month. Unemployment numbers have stopped their downward spiral, and the overall sentiment is that this recession is almost over.
Time to start making fun of that lame ass recession. We came out with four recession t-shirts. This shirt, Broke is the new Black is one of my favorites. Playing on the "(Insert word here) is the New Black" phenomenon this shirt lets people know that it's hip to be broke. Long gone are the days of flaunting your money and proclaiming that you're frivolously spending cash.
Helping the economy. Gettin DC outta this recession
Having a car in the city is a huge liability. Parking tickets, speeding tickets, accidents, and scratches are just some of the reasons that you might want to think twice about owning a car in DC. In the first 12 months that I lived in DC, I got none of those. In the last 3 months I've hit for the cycle--multiple times. Oh how my fortunes have changed.
I'd like to explore DC's main source of income: parking tickets. Knowing their joy in handing out tickets, I have become very cautious when parking my car. I carefully read and reread all the posted signs--I walk 30 ft in each direction to make sure that I'm not missing any phantom signs.
The other day I parked my car, for less than 24 hours, in a legal spot and then got a ticket for a temporary sign that was put up after I had already parked. That cannot be legal. Last night I parked in a spot that had been legal for the last 12 months. But a couple of weeks ago someone added a homemade arrow to the "No parking sign" that originally only pointed to the right--now it also pointed to the left (if you click the picture above, you'll see what i'm talking about). It was a questionable spot, so I looked at the other two signs (pictured below) to see if they corroborated this new restriction.They did not--according to the other two signs my spot was still 100% legal. So I figured the added sticker to the other sign was vandalism--or a funny practical joke. It turns out it was neither. This morning I walked to my car and saw that familiar pink slip. Under the comments for the ticket it stated that the signs were "Clearly posted." Clearly posted? No one should have to write a dissertation--weighing one restriction against another--to figure out if a parking spot is legal or not.
I was going to write about how I'm helping ease DC out of this recession. But the more I write, the more I realize that this is no joking matter. It's literally highway robbery.
I'm back. It was a trip for the ages. A little bit of business a lot of pleasure.
First day, I got in and headed straight to a meeting with Jay from Kitson Men's. It's always good to check out that store for new trends and see how our shirts are selling. V necks, V necks and more V Necks. Thats what I saw. We'll be coming out with some of our very own V necks soon. After the meeting I met up with my friend David (he will be featured in this post quite prominently) and we went out to a bonfire on the beach. We raged til midnight which doesn't sound too late, but LA closes real early, and I woke up at 4 AM that day to catch my plane.Second day was full of meetings. Met up with our showroom, our newest designer, our production manager, our LA screen printer, and one of our biggest accounts. All the meetings went better than planned. We got the biggest orders ever from that retail store, and the rest of the meetings were fantastic. At the end of the day, we made some time for the required Baywatch photoshoot in Venice Beach (above).
That night was pretty fantastic too. David and I met up with Sasa--the guy who put the Maxim party together. We went to the STK steakhouse 1 year anniversary. For those of you who were following my updates on Twitter, you'd know that I ran into Kim Kardashian (great ass), David Spade (to whom I asked, "Do you know where the weight room is?"), and Courtney Cox (still looks good).
Next day I met with the guys over at the Ryan Seacrest Show. We sat down for lunch to plan the User Generated contest we'll be doing with the Ryan Seacrest show. Details to follow.
That night the Maxim Hot 100 party went down. Some of the most gorgeous women in the world descended unto the Santa Monica Airport Hanger. And Ari Gold (Jeremy Piven), two cell phones in hand, showed up. Open Bar, Terrell Owens, Popcorn, Heidi Montag, Ferris Wheel, bottles and models. Awesome awesome night. You should've been there.I'm wearing our Coke Healthier than Crack T-shirt.
This is actually the 206th blog post, but who's counting?
To celebrate our 100th blog post we wrote an awesome post, but promised a few things that we didn't follow through on. This blog won't be as good as that one, but it will follow through on all those empty promises. Specifically rating our top blogs.
If you notice, on the bottom of all of our blogs, we assign different labels to make it easier for our readers to search through our different topics/subjects. And to direct readers to our favorite blogs, we invented a label entitled "top blog posts" that we give to posts we deem hilarious. Its a bit presumptuous, considering the fact that we assign that label as its published, before receiving any feedback or before anyone's even read the blog. But I guess we really only make jokes that make us laugh anyways.
So here's the Top 10+1 list. We chose funny blog posts, informative blog posts, milestones in our history, and sometimes politically inspired posts. And of course all of our posts have a deep connection to our Funny T-shirts.
(P.S. The photo above is a picture of cupcakes that were made by Julia for my birthday last month. If you look closely, you'll notice that the cupcakes are monkeys. Amazing. Look out for her new cupcake shop coming to DC in 2011.)
Sometimes you don't know what you've got, til its gone. And sometimes you don't know what you've got, until you get it. I haven't gotten my deep fryer yet, but its already changed my life dramatically. Fried Chicken. Fried tofu. FUNNEL CAKE. Those are my three favorite food groups, and I don't get to eat them often enough. But now I can eat them on demand.
Well not really, cause I don't know how to cook, but I'm going to be throwing a weekly Deep Fry Party--which should solve my inability to cook problem. Who knows maybe we'll even deep fry a t-shirt and sell a limited edition shirt. We'll batter it up before of course, and sprinkle sugar on it afterward. Feel free to email in your recipes for the aforementioned delicatessens
Crooked Monkey is run by under 30 year olds, so sometimes, shady retailers like to think they can take advantage of us. It's time to think again.
A store that carries our shirts on the East Coast, (We're going to keep the name under wraps for the time being) buys a lot of our shirts. They've been buying our shirts for over 3 years now, but have only been paying for our shirts for 2.5 years. Jerks.
For some reason, they decided not to pay invoices from April of 2007 (2 years ago) until February of 2008. Before, and since, they have paid all their invoices (always late and never without incident, but at least they paid). During that span, they decided to take a break from paying for the shirts we sent. I believe that's called stealing.
Over the last two years we have sent them countless notices, invoices, and statements. In return they have avoided phone calls, not responded to emails and played dumb.
Two months ago we decided to take it to another level and demand payment. They then told us that they disputed the invoices, "I totally dispute all about 2007 story. and i will not even look at it."
In comes our legal team.
Here's an excerpt from the letter, "Should we fail to receive payment in full within thirty (30) days, we will be proceeding with legal action which will not only mandate interest and attorney’s fees, but the cost of enrolling the Judgment in New York."
Take that, assholes.
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The MAGIC show in Las Vegas screwed up my schedule of watching this season's 24, and I had forgotten to DVR it, so I was forced to watch it on my computer. Easy enough.
I've done this once before and the commercials were so long and aggravating I almost stopped watching it. With a DVR, you can simply fast forward the commercials. When you watch TV on Fox, you can't fast-forward the commercials, and they're 30 seconds long. AHHHHHHHHHH. That's a long 30 seconds, especially when its for some random product/TV show that you could care less about.
Well last night I had a little epiphany that could revolutionize TV watching and commercial producing.
Weary of my last experience with 24, I had a list of things to do during the upcoming commercial break. But once the commercial commenced, I was so excited and eagerly awaited the next commercial break. It was a commercial for the greatest television show of all time, The Simpsons. The commercials were clever, short (under 5 seconds), and informative. That's what an advertisement should do--it should cater to the individual watching, so it's not a miserable, dreaded experience. (As an FYI, it was advertising for their 20th Anniversary Poster contest)
Here's my new idea, based on my desire to make everyone's commercial watching as enjoyable as mine was last night.
A TV show should give the individual the option of what types of commercials s/he would like to see. It could be categorized by product (Cars, Makeup, Clothing, Miscelaneous), genre (humor, drama, informative), or demographic (Age, Gender, Location). It doesn't matter to me, as long as I can opt out of watching commercials for diarrehea medicine.
It transforms commercials into an opt-in method where the viewer is bestowed a little more control over what s/he is subjected to watching. Its no longer so dictatorial. Come on people, we live in a democracy, our Televisions should acclimate.
Before we announce the winner I must admit how thrilled we are with the quality of the submissions. Everyday I was oohhed and aaaahhed by the quality and quantity of submissions we received.
Because of the phenomenal response to our Valentines Day Poem Contest, we've decided to have more t-shirt contests, more often. During this recession, we've got to be creative and find ways to help the consumer spend less money. We've already got ideas for contests, but if you've got any, please email us or post the ideas as a comment here. We're building a nice community here at Crooked Monkey funny t-shirts, and we're loving it! Feel free to subscribe to our RSS feed to keep abreast of all contests, funny blog posts and new t-shirts.
Choosing the best poem was quite difficult. We are swamped with tons of work in anticipation of the largest annual tradeshow of funny t-shirts next week in Vegas, but instead of working on that, we spent all day reading and rereading these poems. And after reading all the poems, we didn't feel it was right to just pick the best and leave the rest out, so we chose a top 5. Perhaps in the future we'll give prizes to the top 3 poems, but this time only the winner wins. Number 5: Eve with "My Sweetest Gift" Number 4: Kittielee Faircloth with "The touch of your Lips" Number 3: Heath with "The economy is Bad" Number 2: Nathaniel with "My Dear Love" Number 1: Lior Geft with "Romance 101"
The top 5 are all posted as comments under the original Valentines Day Blog Post. So please check them out because they are all awesome in their own right.
We posted Lior's poem as a blog post a few days back, but it still did not do it justice. So if you'd like to view it, please download the poem, in its original format (the poem is written in the shape of a rose and its quite beautiful). We uploaded it to our server.
I walked into Subway this morning to grab lunch and saw the $5 footlong sign, and thought nothing of it.
The introduction of the $5 footlong was big for me--I love Subway and I love $5 sandwiches. But when they turned it into a 6 sub promotion, I was somewhat disappointed, but not angry. My sub didn't make it on the esteemed list of 6. But I was still thankful for the opportunity to enjoy my $5 footlong while it lasted.
So today, as I was about to order my second favorite sub (the one that's on the $5 footlong promotion) I reread the sign and noticed that it says ALL SUBS $5. Fantastic!! I had a long convo with the subway artist behind the counter and told him to thank Jerry personally for me.
Thanks Subway for making my day a little brighter and less hungry.
Prior to this weekend, I was excited about all the crowds descending on DC. 1.8 million people--Every single one of them super excited about Obama (and the accompanying BJs for Obama). Young, good looking, fun crowds. But then I had to wait in line every where I went. The bars, clubs, lounges, restaurants, Subway, Cab lines. And that was before the inauguration even started.
Never has a t-shirt meant so much to me than during the inauguration. I could've handed out 1.8 million I don't do lines t-shirts and it wouldn't have been enough.
Living in DC, we felt it was our duty to head down to the capitol to celebrate Obama's victory. On Monday, I drove down to the Rayburn Office building to pick up our tickets for the inauguration. With all the street closings and sidewalk barricades, I knew that we had some difficult days ahead.
Monday night we brought my brother out into DC to witness History. He was wearing some raggedy shoes, jeans, and a parka that was a cross between a large tent and a moomoo. But we got him into the VIP room of one of the hottest clubs in DC, "Current." The night ended at around 4 AM rocking out on Rockband 2.Three and a half hours later our alarm went off and we set out on our journey. Armed with hand warmers, hats and gloves we mapped out our 3 mile walk to the Capitol.
It would take about an hour, in the blistering cold, but we knew Obama would do the same for us. Then we stepped outside into the freezing cold; we hailed the first cab we saw. He drove us as far as he could and we got out of the cab only to follow the crowds, in the wrong direction, for about 10 minutes. There were so many street closings and restrictions that figuring your way around DC was almost impossible. But we chose to go to the inauguration not because it was easy, but because it was hard.
We finally got to what we thought was our security gate. We weaved through the line and passed security in record timing. We were psyched. It was about 2 hours until Obama took the stage and we figured we had given ourselves enough time to get settled. We videotaped a victory speech of sorts--detailing our journey and our tribluations. The Mission was accomplished. We only needed to cross one street and we'd be at our gate. But between us and the street crossing stood hundreds of policeman on horses, metal gates and big concrete barricades. I pointed to the wall and yelled, Mr. Policeman, tear down this wall. That didn't work out too well.
Just the other day we issued our first ever Autographed t-shirt. Right above the "Made in Honduras" label is chicken scratch that reads "Micha Weinblatt," reminiscent of a third graders first attempts at cursive. But we're not here to judge my pathetically uninspiring signature.
We're here to celebrate the first in a series of autographed t-shirts. The original recipient of this special bonus was my brother's girlfriend, Julia Friedman. She is the only person I knew whose excitement and cheeriness warrants such a special first time gift.
But now that we see its success, we are considering autographing 1 out of every 1,000 shirts we ship, for a yearly drawing to tour the Crooked Monkey's funny t-shirt headquarters, meet the staff, and possibly become the next CEO of Crooked Monkey.
Breaking News: Facebook has officially recognized Crooked Monkey as a network on Facebook. This is huge. This is bigger than when we made the Forbes 500 list last year. Crooked Monkey has joined the ranks of other companies found officially on Facebook like Nike, Under Armour, and Google.
Now when I tell people I work for Crooked Monkey, I know that I have the credibility of Facebook's Network system to back up my claims. If you'd like to join our network, email us a compelling reason (or post it here) and if we like it, we'll let you join it.
When we go to tradeshows or meet boutique owners, buyers always ask where we ship from and are always surprised when we say Washington DC. The majority of t-shirt lines are based in New York City or Los Angeles. There isn't too much happening in the realm of fashion in this city, but that doesn't mean DC can't be cool once every four years.
At 11PM on November4th, CNN called the election for Obama and DC erupted. I went to a bar in Dupont Cirlce to watch the returns--girls were crying, guys were consoling, and everyone was euphoric. I headed back to my apartment to watch Obama's acceptance speech and I started getting texts from all my friends saying "To the White House." So immediately after the speech I headed to the White house with my roommates, Jon and Eddie, to meet up with thousands of others on their proverbial journey to the new White House. Our walk down 16th street was hilarious--high fives, low fives, and chants of "Bjs for Obama"--but it was quite a hike. So midway through our expedition I hailed down a car and we hitched a ride down to the White House. As you can imagine, parking was impossible to find, so as soon as they started looking for parking we looked for the exit door.And there we were, chanting and singing with the best of them at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. It felt like America had just won the superbowl. The GW paper said that some girls were giving out "Hugs for Obama," but I think the paper was just being kind because "BJs for Obama" was in full effect. What a great time to be living in the Nation's Capital.
Yesterday I went on the Election-day-free-circuit tour around Potomac, MD. My family and I voted at around 3PM. We then hit up Cabin John Mall--where we killed 3 birds with one stone. With the "Yo Vote" sticker in hand, we got our free coffee from Starbucks. Juiced up on the coffee, we sprinted over to California Tortilla--where we not only got a free taco, but also received a coupon for another free taco. Ezra Weinblatt, my brother, and I enjoyed those tacos and then hit up Dunkin Donuts for our final campaign spot of the day. I then went back to Crooked Monkey and purchased a couple of new t-shirts from the warehouse, at a highly discounted rate.
The picture shows us satiated on free goods and prideful of the wonderful, robust democracy we live in.
With all the economic woes and worries, it looks like the Apocalypse could be coming. In the distance people see those guys on the horses bringing the end of days. I'll be writing more about the economy and how our funny t-shirts will be benefiting from this mass hysteria, but you'll have to wait for those insights.
I write about the Day of Judgement, not because of some messianic age, but because tonight begins the Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur. And while I will not be able to wear funny t-shirts to synagogue, I will be able to repent for my deeds and ask for foregiveness from my peers.
As a company, Crooked Monkey would like to apologize for any wrongdoings we've done to you, our valued customers. We really strive to have the best customer service in the world--we repsond to All emails almost immediately (I find it funny when you email a site and you get an automated response saying it will take 48 hours to respond). We bend over backwards to ensure that all customers of Crooked Monkey are happy with their transactions. If we are late on a shipment, we look to rectify it. The customer is always right with Crooked Monkey.
But if in the off chance that we have offended you we're sorry. And if our shirts have offended you, please recognize that we are a source of humor for people, not drama.
Have an easy and inspirational fast. And if you're not fasting, buy some funny t-shirts!
This is going to be a new series we're doing. It's called "Phrases you can't find on Google." There are over 1,000,000,000,000 pages on the internet, with over 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 phrases and even more words. I'm amazed that some phrases have just never been discussed on this internet that we have. So to honor those phrases, and to make sure that when someone searches those phrases they have company, we're doing this series. And by the time we're done, there wont be anything not on google.
So, I was talking with this girl the other day and she told me she'd give me a BJ if I voted for Obama. I told her she should create a site BJsforObama.com--because she's not the first girl who's uber excited about Barack obama. There are lots of panty droppers in the world--nice cars, nice houses, Crooked Monkey Funny t-shirts, and supporting Barak Obama.
To my surprise, BJsforObama.com does not yet exist. But even more amazing, is when you search "Bjs for obama" on google, it yields 0 results.
Well, we've changed that. Now when you search BJs for Obama you will find the only website bold enough to talk about the real issues this season. The only website not scared to bring you the real news stories. You heard it here first, ladies and gents. Crooked Monkey Funny t-shirts discusses "Bjs for Obama."
100th Blog Post! 15% off all Funny t-shirts and Balloon Release Party
This is Crooked Monkey Funny T-shirt's 100th blog post. Not too shabby for a Funny t-shirt company to have 100 blog posts already. I wouldn't be mad if we were nominated for the funniest blog award, best t-shirt manufacturer blog award, or Palin fan club blog award. I think we deserve it. We dedicate a lot of time to this blog, we post lots of pictures, and we inform you about the inner workings of the funniest t-shirt shop.
In honor of our 100th blog post, we will be having a 15% sale on all t-shirts on our site for today only. In addition, we will also be releasing 100 balloons into the atmosphere--as mostly a celebration of our accomplished blog, but also to remind those birds and the atmosphere at large that we humans run this earth, and not vice-verca.
Just kidding, we love the environment and would never do anything to harm it. That's why we say you need to either Go green or go home.
We should have a "Best of Crooked Monkey Blog posts" to honor our 100th blog. But that would mean looking back in the archive, which take lots of time. So maybe we'll do that for our 150th blog post. I'll assign one of the interns to pick out our top 10 blog posts. And best blogger too.
Our t-shirt, Waking up is hard to do T-shirt, is based on the song "Cause breaking up is hard to do," so it was no surprise when we got an email from one of our customers the other day asking for our return policy.
She told us that she had purchased two Crooked monkey t-shirts and needed to return them because from the time she ordered the shirts until she received them, her relationship status on Facebook went from "In a relationship" to "single."
That's not the first time that happened. The same girl that wrote and composed "I got dumped for Obama" also got dumped 3 years ago. Her name is Rachel, and she bought our "I slid into third at rachel's bat mitzvah" t-shirt. And this was in the beginning days when we didn't keep stock. It took us about 4 weeks to ship it, and by then she had been dumped (for another girl) and canceled her order.
A few valuable lessons: A)Crooked Monkey makes great gifts for boyfriends. B)When you get dumped by a boyfriend/girlfriend, come to Crooked Monkey. We now have a dumpee discount. Type in dumpee at checkout and get 15% off at checkout. But you better be able to prove that you're newly single.
Entourage is finally back. Feels like the summer all over again; like it never left.
I'm not sure why they waited until the end of the summer to Premiere it, but I'm not so mad. It's been a real long time since we saw an Entourage episode and it was worth the wait. Last season was a little weak--Vinny Chase got real real annoying, and we didn't see enough of Ari.
Maybe I'm just a dude, but I'm not that into last season's Vinny Chase--he was too soft, got everything he wanted, and was too much a momma's boy. But that's neither here nor there.
Opening scene for Vinny Chase shows him on a beach in Mexico--hooking up with two gorgeous south american chicks, surrounded by blue water, bungalos, and women as far as the eye could see--refusing to come back to the grind of LA.
Ari Gold's introduction pans to him walking down his hallway, greeted with condescending insincere modicums of moral support from colleagues and staff members, forcing him to stop in his tracks and warn his staff of their immenent firing. Mid-tirade, he interrupts himself and threatens Lloyd's life for not answering the phone.
It's really hard to paint an Ari Gold scene-so much of it is in his tone, volume, and unspoken language. Anyways, I love Ari Gold and am glad he was back in this episode in a big way.
E looks like he's grown up a bit. Turtle and Drama were on point as always.
I think they could do a whole show on the My roommate is gay t-shirt. Turtle wears it out to a bar. Drama shows up. I'm not sure where it goes from there, but I'm taking suggestions.
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