The World's First Anti-Social Networking Site

This blog is the start of what we hope will become the world's first anti-social networking site. It is not a place to make friends. It is a place to make fun of all of the douchebags that take themselves way too seriously; politicians, celebrities, and those hoping to make themselves famous on the net. You know, those people who have 1,000 friends or create YouTube videos hoping they will get noticed.

This is the place where you can come to make fun of those people. Unlike Digg.com and similar sites, we want to see the worst the Web has to offer. Those people who are just screaming "make fun of me." That's what this site is about.


And you can start with us. What kind of pathetic people take the time to register and create a Web page with an obvious typo?

Tell us how much you hate us at imrubberyourglue@gmail.com


Friday, September 12, 2008

Take a Big Fat Whiff

If my employment choices hadn't led me into property management/bars/marketing and if I knew anything about molecular structure, I would like to have worked as a perfumer. I enjoy smelling nice. I like pretty packaging. But so, apparently, does every celebrity on earth.

First it was Elizabeth Taylor. Maybe other famous people got in on the fragrance industry before her, but she slutted White Diamonds up like nobody's business and ensured an income for herself after being Michael Jackson's friend proved unproftable. Skip ahead a decade or two and we have a market glutted with the "creations" of Mariah Carey, Jennifer Lopez, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Antonio Banderas. Jeez, even Jessica Simpson gets included if you consider edible candy lube a perfume.

I could be wrong, but it strikes me as doubtful that Britney knows much about chemistry. With this in mind, it must be pretty easy to become a perfumer. Because I'm in a charitable mood, below are a few helpful suggestions for celebrities who don't yet have perfumes on the market.

Tara Reid's Boozarella (or, failing that, I Went to Ibiza and All I Got Was this Itchy Vagina)

top notes: failure, stale margarita mix.
undertones: nicotine, Herpecin A ointment, pineapple-scented air freshener from Dollar General.
packaging suggestion: brown paper bag knotted at top end with actual hair from Tara's head pulled out during latest girl-on-girl chickenfighting incident in Cancun-area Motel 6 pool.

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Sarah Palin's Vetted

top notes: gunpowder, grizzly bear musk
undertones: baby wipes, crude oil
packaging suggestion: American flag. Duh.

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Barbara Walters' Eau de Eau-ld Bitch by Babwa

top notes: prunes, frosted lipstick
undertones: trees, mothballs, Hugh Downs
packaging suggestion: box undecided, but includes pair of crotchless panties

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Samantha Ronson's Firemouth

top notes: Red Bull, clitoris.
undertones: ambiguity, cocaine, and more clitoris
packaging suggestion: pinstripe-and-faded denim box with huge pink orchid attached.

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Rush Limbaugh's Elite

top notes: leather upholstery, McRib
undertones: white bread, Oxycontin, racism
suggested packaging: righteousness-infused cigar paper

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Rachael Ray's Smell-o!

top notes: EVOO, stifling cheer, sandwiches
undertones: market saturation, incredible amount of anti-depressives and mood stabilizers
suggested packaging: miniature casserole dish of mediocre quality

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Amy Winehouse's Deathwatch


top notes: scorched baking soda, Jack Daniel's, impending doom
undertones: whatever "this bitch is gonna die" smells like
suggested packaging: glass vial wrapped in dirty baggie

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David Duchovny's Hey Hot Stuff

top notes: shame, latex
undertones: stripper dust, Lubriderm, Axe body spray
suggested packaging: clear plastic wrapped in brown paper

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