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.