We Need a Book Title Ya Jagoffs!

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We plan on doing a book.  The plan is to put some of our favorite blog posts into a book that you can read while you’re sitting on the toilet.  Basically, because that’s where most of the blogs are written!

The book will be available for the December Holiday with the help of Donna from Humor Outcasts but, there is no title.

What should the title be?  Suggest one below.  If we select your title, you will get 2 comp copies of the book and 2 t-shirts.

Don’t have Facebook to make a comment below, email us your title suggestion to YaJagoff (at) comcast (dot) net.

We will make the selection on September 7th.

Go!

 

A Friday Jagoff Driver Two-fer!

Yeah! A Two-fer special from our bud Jackie.

Two Block-blockers in two weeks. Seems she should get a prize for this but, we’re cheaper than your Uncle Stush who used to scotch-tape  a dollar’s worth of nickles to the inside of your birthday card up until your 13th birthday.

The tweet with the top pic was:

Is this real life

And the intersection tweet was:

This is what we call a and a

Are we on the Kennywood Bumper cars?   Is the guy in the top pic a 6-year old that doesn’t realize that, if you turn the wheel the entire way to the left or right the car goes into reverse?  Is the car in the second pic a 14-year old boy friend/girl friend couple in matching sailor hats with their names on them where the male is trying to look “Doe” low-riding and just wants to sit there and get hit to see his girlfriend freak out?

Nope!  These are just people who believe THEIR life is more important than everyone else who’s on the road.  Because, as you know, sitting through the next red light makes a difference in you getting to the office 98-seconds faster than if you would have sat through the light!

I go back to the the original thought.  If we had cops at these intersections, we could fund the City’s debt and pay off both stadiums and the Consol Energy Center.

Seriously though, are you  the same people that stand in that critical space at the grocery store, the space between the end of the aisle and the cashiers, talking to your friends?  Are you all middle-children-syndrome people looking for attention?

Get outta the way Ya Jagoffs!!!

Huuuuuuge thanks to Jackie Schafer of WTAE for being our Honorary Jagoff Catcher today.

Follow Jackie on Twitter @Jackie_Schafer

Afterhours Golf Cart Madness

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Well, you know what it’s like, right?  You’re hanging with your buddies. A few drinks happen. Ya start to argue about the Steelers’ chances in the 2015 Super Bowl, have heated discussions about the Pens new coach and how argue how one if you’s an #@$hole because he thinks Pedro Alvarez has to go.  Before that conversation turns into a fight, you change the conversation with the words:

Ya know what we should do?

And then everything that follows is  usually as series of bad choices but, heck, what have you got to lose BECAUSE YOU’RE IN THE 11TH GRADE!!!!

But these guys, mid-20′s guys thought it was a good idea to ALLEGEDLY have a few drinks and take some golf carts for a ride at 10:30-ish at night.  At some point, they get out on the road, crash and…..the best part…. a neighborhood guy chases them down by RUNNING!!! Haaaaaaa… haaaaaa….(pee trickle)…..snort… haaaaa.

See WPXI Story from Cara Sapida (@WPXICara)

This turns out to be one of those embarrassing stories that you and your buddies make a pact that you’ll NEVER tell anyone what happened EXCEPT for the fact that……the older neighbor chased your 24-year old ARSE down and called the police and then somehow it got on the news.

Boys, since ya seem to like drinking and driving golf carts (which is what most people do despite the fact that they call it GOLFING) here’s a joke you can tell the boys during your hot-dog turn the next time you’re out.

Q: Why does a golfer where two pair of pants?

A: In case he gets a hole in one!”

What’s that you say?  That joke is childish?

To that I say, no more childish than 3 mid-20 dudes who let a few beers ALLEGEDLY convince them that joy-riding in golf carts 10:30 at night is good idea, Ya Jagoffs!