The Replacements

The current situation with a particular poster on this blog is deteriorating faster than the plot of that terrible Keanu Reeves movie. Apparently, said person is attempting to replace me again by another one of another poster's cousins. I am appaulled. The only thing that makes it better is the fact that the Hawks have tied the series at 2 and that KG got punked again. I have nothing else to add to More Yellow!!! maybe you should find a replacement here too! See if someone can fufill all my roles in your life...

Here comes the bride...

So we are less than a month away from the wedding now and guess what. I don't fit into my dress anymore. So unless I start downing a box of these everyday:
























...I will show up at the wedding looking like this:

In the words of Kelly Clarkson...

"Since you've been gone" yellow, I have been lonely. In order to fill the void, I must say, I looked to a new favorite color to fulfill my needs: TAN. It's not you yellow, it's me. But when I'm through with tan, we'll talk commitment....I'm just not looking for a serious relationship right now....

That being said, I still think you are hot and hope to one day look like this:

Forgive me MoreYellow, for I have sinned...

Ok ok ok, so after repeatedly bringing it to our attention, Ju Ju has gotten her point across. Thank you Ju Ju for being the glue that holds us together. Thankfully, my dedication to my job has dwindled, so I will be more available to fulfill the commitments we have all made to MoreYellow. In honor of the color Yellow, I have decided to take up a drinking habit until my liver fails and my skin has jaundiced. Such is my dedication to the cause. If all goes as planned, one day I hope to look like this:



















VIVA MORE YELLOW!

They took err jobbss!!!!

Important Announcement

Two of the posters in this blog are lame (hint: not juju) and never write anything. I originally wanted to give them a yellow card for their inexcusable behavior but decided something more was needed (not yellow).

Well, this blogger has had enough. In an effort to create controversy and stir panic among the other so-called bloggers, I have decided to denounce and excommunicate the color yellow.

For those of you unfamiliar with color excommunication, its punishments can include shunning, shaming and banishment. Coincidentally, yellow has been commonly associated with aging, jealousy and cowardice -- something these bloggers have exhibited since a jockstrap incident.

At any rate, yellow is no longer allowed and will subsequently be asterisked out. So this blog will now be called "I Want More Y*****!!! (sic - it should have one more exclamation point)."

Should anyone have a problem with that, please direct your comments and unjustified complaints to my a$$. Thank you and goodnight.

Reality Bites

So, we all know Sarah jumped off the deep end recently (and into the arms of a Darrat -- who would've thought?), but neither Supahater nor Juju realized the psychological, social, emotional, and physical impact and/or damage it would have on them both. Here are schfifty-five reasons why Sarah should stop this foolishness (aka marriage aka leaving us) immediately:

Shwam) We all know this May wedding ain't gonna happen. No offense. That's why I'm only coming for a few days because I at least wanted to meet some cute guys....(named Ahmed of course!!!!) The sooner we can stop pretending, the faster we can get to watching Ali G at 3 am in your old house Sarah.

Doo) Who are we kidding? Abdulla can't support you by rapping his way through life! I mean, granted he's got some good beats, endless flows, and a clever way of insulting those who shall remain nameless, but rapping doesn't put food on the table!

Two and heif) Sarah, this whole marriage thing is really starting to put a strain on our friendship. I mean, gone without a trace for a whole WEEKEND???? WHAT YOU SAY? We need to have constant communication in case something magical happens. And when you are the WGL, we know that's pretty much like every .4 seconds. At least that's what he said.

Schfourteen-teen) Ahmed cried last night because he couldn't get ahold of his big brother and other bestest bud. I had to console him by telling him a story. But at least it put him to sleep.

Shfifty-five) Basically, you just need to get over yourself Sarah! In the hierarchy of important things in your life, it should look something like this:

Number 1










Number 2












Number 3












Number 4







So really, Sarah, let's get with the program and get the show on the road and put your right foot in and your right foot out and then snap, crackle, pop. Do it for the little people and forget about this marriage thing. Thank you.

The Best Valentine's Day Gift Ever

In an sudden and ironic twist of events, the best valentine's day gift also happened to be on the list of schfifty-five things NOT to get your valentine. I realize it's also upside down, but you get the idea. Now if I had two of them, I could at least say schfifty-five, but no....there is only one.