We’ve long thought opinions editor or special projects editor or whatever the hell he is now Tray Smith has looked just about like he’s going to dookie in his pants every time he talks to a person of color in his Tray Walking video (which would have never happened if this blog hadn’t pointed out the awesome awkwardness of the first Tray interview video).
But things get especially uncomfortable in the latest installment when Tray gets his fucking loafers shined in New Orleans. This skeev is only compounded by the fact that some genius chose the most annoying part of the most annoying song in the fucking world, that Party Rock bullshit, as the soundtrack for this awful, awkward moment. Skip to 1:03 for awful:
For the record, Dancing Dror has made and will be the only human ever to make, the only acceptable use of this wretched song:
If you are in Tuscaloosa Friday and if you are awesome, you better be at Santacon. Deets at Wellthatscool. This shit is so much fun. We drank 4loko, the good stuff before they took out all the caffeine and other fun ingredients, like hobos on the street corner during this last year. We’re pretty sure we made it to Egans at the end, but we’re basing that purely on the way our costumes smelled because we were blacked the fuck out. Oh yeah, DJ SuperBoliu is Dj’ing at Egans to end this thing. Awwwwwww Snap.
We make the joke that Alabama is always a good eight to 10 years behind pretty much everywhere else. Al.com confirmed this joke, again, today by running a story warning readers about scammers! on the internet! Jesus Monkey Fuck Christ! Are they serious?
Apparently they are. We’d just like everyone to know that we are all actually nigerian princes who need somewhere to stash our inheritances but like we need you to send us a thousand dollars to complete the transfer but then you totally get to keep 15% of many millions which means you get many thousands of hundreds beautiful friend.
That seems to be the case from this column by our favorite bow tie wearing worst twittering sometime columnist West Honeycutt (seriously, what is up with that name?). His column is about the passage of time, three whole years mind you, and how much has changed. So much has changed!
The column is mind numbingly dull, but it gets a bit weird when ole Westerly seems to misinterpret a joke from an old lady. Here, this part:
One of my favorite stories to tell about my time at UA comes from when I served in the SGA Senate. Libby Anderson Cater Halaby – the first female SGA president at the Capstone (1944-45), for whom the Anderson Society is named – came to speak to us one night. “When I was your age,” she said, “we had a saying on campus. It was a common tale in those days that if a virgin ever walked by Denny Chimes, a brick would fall out.” She then paused to look around the room, and continued, “last I checked, it’s still standing…”
Ok, funny joke. So basically everybody’s fucking in town right? Right. Well, ole Westmaven says this then:
I take comfort in knowing that the true essence of what makes UA such a wonderful place will never change. After all, Denny Chimes is still standing.
So, lemme get this straight Westwing, the true essence of this place is boning? Now, Westfalls may be a virgin himself, srsly look at his twitter profile pic, so he may have missed the point of the joke. Or, he really thinks this place is all about fucking.