“So you want me to copy this conversation” asked the band manager.
“Right.” Said Fred.
“And what is the purpose?”
“Well” said Fred. “Clearly I am too sexy for shirt….and my jeans, and Milan and so on.” “And your point?” asked the band manager.
“DEVO is already taken. We need a name that will bring my sex appeal to a new level.”
“And how are we going to do that?”
“By having this conversation” shouted Fred.
“So you want me to read everything we just talked about back to you.”
“Right.” Said Fred.
A few minutes later.
“Ya know, I think we may have a name here” said Fred.
Worst. Intro. Ever.
I’d first like to welcome some of the newcomers to my blog. Being the international superstar that I am, and when I say “international” I mean that I’ve blogged from somewhere outside of the US , I want you the reader to know that I wrote this blog specifically for you. If when you finish you decide that you didn’t like it or its not for you, go back and read the previous blog, and the previous one before that and so on, until you find one that suits your fancy. That or you read them all in which case I know you will be hooked by the time you finish. Like the sore that you just can’t stop picking at, I’m infectious. Like Bird Flu, I’m contagious. And finally, like Bill and Ted, I am clearly bodacious.
You can find me on Twitter @Foxxlang, or if you are a Facebook friend check my status for blog updates. A new blog comes out once a week, usually on Thursdays or Fridays. I feel it is necessary though to mention some specific disclaimers, especially for the newbies.
Foxx Lang Disclaimer:
Although I spend a considerable amount of time blogging about my job know that it is always tongue in cheek. I do not hate my job, my profession or the people that I work with. My “coworkers” are not actually my coworkers, and my actual coworkers are all very professional as is the atmosphere that I work in. I will never tell you specifically what my job is, nor where I work or who I work with. All the names used are completely fictional, and although the stories may not be, I do enjoy what I do immensely. This blog is not a shot at them whatsoever, but rather a humorous attempt to recreate some of my favorite stories. I have a great boss who does his or her best to make sure that it is a positive environment to be a part of. Everything that I write about outside of work is complete fact, and I hope just as enjoyable to read. In words of internet memes though, I am sure this blog will result in one thing, an EPIC FAIL.
Still interested, you better be, I already sent a virus to your computer to automatically make this your homepage. I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I am not kidding.
I also have a travel blog that I write when I am on the road: www.foxxtacklestheglobe.blogspot.com
During the 2 plus months a year that I am away I write under that forum.
With basketball season just tipping off I figured this would be the perfect time to put together an All Time Beard team. Taking the best beards in history, and with indepth statistically and analytical analysis came up with a bearded squad that would go 73-9.
Center: Bluto – Great Beard, gets paid in Hamburgers, brute force in the middle, but questionable work ethic.
Power Forward: Crazy Joaquin Phoenix. I don’t see a dominant presence on the court, but beard was way to good to leave him off. Also gives us a great chance to smuggle drugs, illegal immigrants and left over food to road games; Just don’t let Honest Abe find out
Small Forward: Brian Wilson during the playoffs. Normally I wouldn’t use someone who rocks a playoff beard, but he looks like someone took a Wooly Willie and moved it onto his face.
Shooting Guard: Baron Davis. The only actual NBAer on the roster, he has a beard that just won’t quit…and a game that does.
Point Guard: Kyle Orton – Nobody does the Neck Beard better, spreads the ball around to everyone in a surprisingly efficient manner. Most importantly he reads this blog(maybe) so I couldn’t leave him off.
Bench:
David Wells (more of a goatee) a natural back up to Bluto, they even look alike.
Guy in the park: See below
ZZ Top – Occupies two bench spots but best LEGS in the game. For longevity reasons they have to be included…spinning guitars and all.
Josh Koretsky – many of you don’t know this “Nerd with friends” but he once rocked a half beard like none other and deserves to be the last man on the bench.
Coach: Abe Lincoln. A natural choice to lead this team, also the first original neckbeard. Unfortunatly receives heavy fines for refusal to remove his hat.
Suspended: Braylon Edwards for cutting off his beard.
Honorable mention: James Harden. All NBA Beard, but who the hell is James Harden?
Whats worse than being ICED? Being AXED. What is being AXED you ask? Well if you know anything about icing your bro, then you know that Smirnoff Ice is excruciatingly disgusting when warm, and that has become our national pastime. AXING however has not….yet. AXING someone is one when you corner your buddy and spray the living hell out of him. If you know anything about AXE, than you know that the smell is very strong and distinct, lingers, and overall pretty gross when used incorrectly. I tried this out this weekend and fired off an entire can on a buddy of mine, when the fists finally stopped swinging he smelled worse than…well, a can of AXE. Imagine a can of cheap cologne being poured all over you, and being in a public place smelling like a 7th grade boy before his first dance. Yes, people may stare at you when you bombard your buddy with what looks and smells like bug spray, but I promise you its worth it.
Start the AX revolution people…but keep your guard up.
And if you see Ace Ventura on Halloween night, definitely run.
Notes from the “Office”
Is it possible that one of my coworker’s sons has Herpes before he hit puberty? I want to say no, but my gut say yes.
The following took place in a meeting
“Why is 2014 such a big deal?”
Everyone in unison:
The staff: “That is when the state changes the standards.”
The staff: “That is when the state changes the standards.”
What I said: “The apocalypse?”
Still think I said the right answer.
We have a crazy “co-worker,” below is a transcript of when I saw her say throughout the work day.
8:58 AM – munches on Bacon, Egg and Cheese while singing Gaga
10:44 AM – “I love you guys!!! You are my best friends!!!”
11:50 AM – “F*ck You!!! You Piano carrying N*gga!”
12: 32 PM – Sings the Friends theme song
1:10 Pm – “ You Tight, You tight, You tight” to a glass door.
1:10 Pm – “ You Tight, You tight, You tight” to a glass door.
2:26 PM – “ I hate you guys! I never want to see you again! I hate all of you!”
3:17 PM – “What a great day!”
A “Coworker” of mine came into work wearing a football jersey that was at least 5 times to big on him. Picture a quad XL on Buckwheat, and you would still be off, it might as well have been considered a dress. When I asked him whose jersey he was wearing his response was “My Moms.” She must have been one hell of a lineman!
Random tangent section of the blog:
-Since u won't be watching the World Series this year, check out Casey at the Bat by Ernest Thayer. It is Just an absolutely fantastic baseball poem with a solid rhyme scheme to boot.
-I know it’s a little late, but my favorite moment from week 7 in the NFL was Clay Matthews ripping his helmet off like an animal mid play for no other reason than that he was on steroids.
-The Situations book comes out November 2, as many of you know nobody loves Sitcho more than me, but his last 3 episodes of the season cost him my purchase.
-If you’re hankering for an intelligent read though, check out “The Rookie” by Scott Sigler. Per NYTimes:
At first glance, "The Rookie" is an unlikely mad-scientist mashup: Football ... science fiction ... organized crime ... interstellar travel ... and a hero so flawed and bigoted, you'd probably cross the street if you heard him talking. This novel simply can't work, right? The genres and themes are too far-flung. It should be a mess. It's not. It's a masterpiece of action, drama, and resonant human emotion
-As if Taco Bell couldn’t become anymore amazing, they doubled the size of the chalupa and put MO and Braces in the commercial. The words on the page can not capture my excitement so I AM GONNA FINISH THIS BY WRITING IN ALL CAPS!!!
--While in the park I saw a guy wearing a Chicago bulls Dennis Rodman away jersey, drinking a Mountain Dew right from a 2 liter bottle, rocking 93 Jordans , with a red Jew-Fro to match his big bug glasses and thick beard. It was like Big Easy from the real world and Mike Rappaport had a kid. Only in New York City kids, only in NYC.
I think I’m too old to still be failing tests.

