My friends get their jollies sending me links to videos they claim are “really cool” or “totally awesome.” Most of them suck. The videos, not the friends. Except for Troy. He’s a fu**ing asshole.
As for the vids, the ones involving circus freaks, barnyard animals and amputees are good for a few laughs, but they’re a little too risque for the Chronicles. I like to keep things highbrow around here. For example, I see no need to expose the kinky goings-ons at a certain sports network (unless they involve John Kruk, Buster Olney and a sheep).
If you’ve ever been employed in one of those bullshit jobs that require you to sit through monotonous how-to training videos, you are keenly aware they are a geyser of unintentional humor. Awful actors, low production value, canned music, they got it all.
Once in a while, the producers of these instructional nightmares will spice things up in an effort to relate to their target audience. Wendy’s, home of square-pattied burgers and inedible french fries, did this very thing in the ’80s with their “training rap.” Strap in kids. This one is a real doozy.
Damn, I wish I had worked at Wendy’s back in the day. Without “grill skillz,” my life seems incomplete.
(Scott Tunstall is the Lead Blogger for Inside the Iggles and is currently wanted by Interpol. You can follow him on Twitter.)
I would kill somebody for a homestyle crispy chicken sandwich right now.
I miss their chicken ceasar pita