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The Washington Monument is Very Serious and Doesn’t Look Like Anything Else. At All.

“I’m not saying I am clearly a hit with the ladies, but…*points*”

~George Washington

George Washington was part warlock, part astronaut, and 100% American badass.  His laser vision often destroyed waves upon waves of British soldiers, and his laser foresight vision helped blast a searing hole of plasma into the future to ensure that America could grow and become the country we know and love today.  So it comes as little surprise that in 1832, after much hemming and hawing among baffling political parties who were “Anti-Washington,” our fine nation decided to commemorate the memory of one of our greatest founding fathers with a National monument in the form of the world’s largest penis obelisk penis.

This is the story of that giant erect phallus.

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Turtles in a Half Shell, Ninja Turtles

“Raphael is your FAVORITE Ninja Turtle?  Are you shitting me?”

~U.S. Astronaut John Glenn

Ask any member of Generation X or Generation Y one question, and you’re guaranteed to see a lively debate.  “Who is your favorite Ninja Turtle?  Who is your least favorite?”  There’s brave Leonardo, wielding Katana swords and serving as the leader of the group.  There’s Michelangelo, the comic relief with his nun-chucks.  There’s Donatello, the smart one, wielding his bō staff, and Raphael, the team’s bad boy that no one gives a shit about because a pair of sai is a bullshit weapon and he knows it.

Yawn.

But The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are the most glorious thing to come from a night of smoking pot in the 1980’s this side of most white-person-bar music.  They are a force for good in a world of evil, and they remind us that turtles can be American too.  And if you doubt the cultural significance of the Ninja Turtles, next time you find yourself in a crowded public place, say loudly, “Donatello was the best Ninja Turtle, by far.”  You’ll notice everyone under the age of 40 just turned their head towards you, half of them with a look of agreement on their face, and half of them with a look on their face that screams, “Are you fucking crazy?”  Actually someone might actually scream that as well.  Such is the mystery of the glorious American invention, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

TMNJ sounds like the combination of two stoners saying random words, putting them together, and then deciding to make a goddamn comic book about it.  If you think about it logically, none of those words go together.  Don’t believe us?  Read it in reverse order, and do a word association of the first thing that comes to your head when you read each word.

TURTLE

–          Reptile

–          Shell

–          The chubby dude in Entourage

NINJA

–          Wait, really?  Ninja?  How does that have anything to do with turtles?

–          No, don’t just skip me over, I’m really honestly wondering how you went from “turtle” to “ninja.”  It makes no sense!  Turtles are slow for fuck’s sake!

–          Fine, fine, uh, samurai.  I don’t know.  Japan.

MUTANT

–          What?  What’s going on here?  Are you stoned?  Are you stoned right now?

–          Oh, you’re stoned.  But still, even by stoned logic, thinking about mutant ninjas is…not normal, man.

–          No, I’m not going to even give you the satisfaction of doing a word association for Mutants. I don’t know where you’re going with this but I don’t like it one bit.

–          I’m serious, I’m not going to do it.

–          I don’t care how long you pester me, I’m done with this game, it’s going to weird and twisted places.

–          Stop it

–          You’re just embarrassing yourself

–          Not gonna do it

–          OKAY FINE JESUS CHRIST!  Uh, X-men.  Comic books.  Radiation.

TEENAGER

–          Oh fuck my life.

How the turtles came to be, and how they affected a whole generation, is a true tale of American inspiration, luck, talent, and blind devotion to massive commercial merchandising.  In 1983, Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird where two artists, and close friends.  Eastman drew comics in his spare time while working as a short order cook, and Laird was making a living doing editorial illustrations and advertising art.  One night, the two were hanging out, watching TV, and sketching.  They were also probably taking a hit out of a bong made out of discarded LSD squares, because Eastman drew a picture of a turtle with nunchukus attached to its arm, and said (probably while laughing his ass off), “Ninja Turtle.  Laird then said, “Dude…Teenage MUTANT Ninja Turtle.”  Once the weed wore off, they began drawing a small black and white comic, giving the turtles names of Renaissance artists and sculptors, and giving it a surprisingly dark origin story.  Like, just cold blooded killers, and a distinct lack of pizza references or surfer talk.

After writing the comic, they published 3000 of them for $1200, due to a combination of loans from Eastman’s uncle and a $500 tax refund Eastman had received.  That’s right, the American Government helped subsidize the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  This is the best use of government money since that time the Government actually tried to develop real Mutant Ninja Turtles, eventually scrapping the project when it created Vin Diesel.

Ha, the internet is awesome.

They had enough money to put out one ad in a Comic Book Magazine, which got the attention of distributers, who got the TMNT to a wider audience.  But the Turtles really broke through when they grabbed the attention of licensing agent Mark Freedman, who saw the comics and thought, “Kids would buy the shit out of a ninja turtle action figure.”  In 1986, Dark Horse Miniatures made a set of small lead figurines, because the only thing more American than blindly making figurines out of weird mutated reptiles is to make them out of a material that will poison you.  They eventually chose to take the turtles to a small (at the time) toy maker called Playtime Toys, deciding to make the turtles just a little less poisonous to children.  They put together a creative team to create a miniseries of the Ninja Turtles, coining such badass phrases as, “Heroes in a half shell,” and, of course, “Turtle power!”

The Miniseries eventually became popular, and the 1987 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle TV Series brought forth the much more family friendly characters to a large audience, and created a pop culture phenomenon.

To show how American TMNT are, you need to look no further than one of the two founders, Kevin Eastman, and let’s see what he’s been able to do because of the Ninja Turtles (and also the millions of dollars he has raked in).

Here’s what Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird looked like in the 1980’s.  Eastman is the one on the right.

Yeah, the guy who looks like Weird Al’s unemployed younger brother?  That guy?  This is his ex-wife.

AROOOOOOOOOGA!

Dayumnnnnn boyyyyyyy.  That’s right, because of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, a stoner short order chef was able to marry a woman who’s damn Wikipedia profile picture is borderline NSFW.  Seriously, that’s her Wikipedia page, we didn’t know that women’s shirts came in small, medium, large, and boob sizes.  Is that a tank top, a swim suit, or body paint?  Either way, it’s hard not to stare.  Now look at those, erm, her again, and look at Mr. “It’s the 80’s, it’d be a crime NOT to have a mustache” up there.  Yeah.  Pretty jarring.

That’s Julie Strain and she is known as “The Queen of the B-Film.”  She also is well known for appearing on the show “Sex Court” on the Playboy Chanel.  This is an upper echelon of Americanness right here.  Eastman married a woman who people will go out of their way to do a google image search to find naked pictures of her.  The only thing more American is if you marry someone people will go out of their way to search for naked pictures of, but they can’t find anything.  THAT is the power of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

That and Rule 34

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles have spawned an empire, a series of films ranging in quality from “It was great when I was 7” to “What the hell is going on?”  To this date, TMNT remain the only superhero team to successfully defeat a foe with a keytar at full volume.  There were three animated series, one live action series (with the comically bad addition of a female Turtle named “Venus de Milo” because, at this point, who gives a shit about being subtle), as well as three live action films and an animated full length film.  There are over twenty TMNT video games, including the classic, “Turtles IV:  Turtles in Time,” widely considered to be the best TMNT game ever made, which featured such unforgettable lines as, “Bury my shell at wounded knee.”  That’s right, this is a game that combines the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, time travel, and references General Custer’s Last Stand!


Holy shit, awesome, right!?

So whenever you see a jar of plutonium, an empty pizza box, and four box turtles, just put them in a jar and shake them up, just to see what happens.  Worst case scenario, you have some dead turtles, to which we say, “Meh.”  But, but, best case scenario?  Fucking.  THIS.

How American Are You Quiz: Part Two

“Get the hell out of here, and take your loveable slacker persona with you, motherfucker!”

~Steven Spielberg, AFFotD’s Hiring Director

For the first time in the history of the America Fun Fact of the Day, we’ve encountered something…well, something terrible.  It is with great shame that we must admit that last week, we accidentally hired a staff member who was not American.  This has never happened before, we swear to God, it was an honest mistake.  We thought that Seth Rogen would fit the much needed “Chubby funny man/loveable slacker” position.  We were excited to have him, we all thought Superbad was a great movie, and not only because we supported the central theme of “underage Americans buying booze to get laid at a party.”  We thought it had a lot of heart.  Like when Michael Cera’s character dropped that bottle of liquor on the bus, and it shattered all over the place, we really felt for the kid.  And all that booze that he could have been drinking.  The only unrealistic part of that scene was that no one immediately dropped to the floor in a desperate part to lick the remains, but we’ll let that one go.

So, as he was turning in his pay forms, and we were asking him about the movie (we basically kept saying, “Hey, hey, Seth…remember McLovin’?” and he’d say, “Yeah,” and we’d say, “Haha, awesome!”) he said, “Well, I got these forms here, I mean, I left the social security part blank, I hope that’s okay.”  We told him it was, a lot of us like being paid under the table in cash, or bootleg DVDs, so that’s not an unusual request.  But then, then, he said, “Well, I’m excited to be working with you, I’ll see you guys bright and early tomorrow, eh?”

The offices went silent.  Some of us dropped our whisky glasses.  One of the interns started crying, but that might have been because we stuck him on “mail bomb checking duty,” so that wasn’t too strange.  At that point, Steven Spielberg, who works in our HR Department, actually read the information listed in Rogen’s hiring forms.  This was the first time anyone at AFFotD has bothered to read the damn things, or even really read in general.  Spielberg flat out admits that he picks movies to direct based on if it’s written in bold font or not, and would be the first to admit that he’s gotten pretty lucky with that.  But sure enough, on Seth Rogen’s form, under birthplace…

It listed Vancouver.  Canada.

That’s right, loyal readers.  America Fun Fact of the Day, where literally nearly double digits amount of people rely on their American knowledge, had employed a Canadian for nearly ten minutes.  We’ve tried to rectify this, we fired Judd Apatow for recommending the hire (and also, really, his work’s sort of been underwhelming post-2007), and our snipers took a couple of pot shots at him as he fled the building.  Though, he was hilarious when he was scrambling and darting around during that whole “us shooting at him” thing.  Say what you will about his country of birth, that motherfucking Canadian is funny.

As we looked back, trying to see where we went wrong, we realized that he had scored a 25 on his “How American Are You?” Quiz.  That’s solidly American, a healthy clip above the “questionable” cut off of 21 points.  That just won’t do, if our America Quiz fails us, how can we keep the Seth Rogens and Jim Carreys out (Oh shit, Jim Carrey’s Canadian too?  Goddamn it!)?  If our America Quiz fails us, how can we convince ourselves to turn down the applications of Pamela Anderson or Natasha Henstridge (GODDAMN YOU CANADA!)?

And so it is out of necessity that we present part two of the “How American Are You?” quiz which we call “How American Are You?  No, Really” quiz.  The scoring is simple.  First, take your result from the first test (which is no doubt seared into your brains), and add the following points for each answer.  If you answer A, you receive zero points, B is one point, C is six points, D is eight points, and E is worth ten points.  The more American answers are worth more points than in the previous test, to truly separate the Larry Davids from the Dan Aykroyds. Continue reading

A Road Trip of Roadside Attractions Through America’s Midwest: Part 2

“NOW are we there yet?  NOW are we there yet?”

~GODDAMN IT KIDS THIS IS WHY YOUR MOTHER LEFT

AFFotD took you on a magical journey through America’s Heartland in the first leg of our Road Trip through Roadside Attractions.  We saw a whole slew of things that America decided to make giant for little or no discernable reason, and after checking in on our Chicago offices for a chance to make fun of Vince Vaughn for doing that shit film, The Dilemma, we decided we should continue to see what this fine nation has lying ahead of us.  But the last thing we wanted was to be driving sober, and cheese curds sounded pretty fucking delicious, so we headed north to the home state of the Super Bowl Exellvee champions, Wisconsin.

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Gary Mays, One Armed American Hero

“Arms are for pussies.”

~Gary Mays

A lot can be established about how great of an American you are by the nickname you’re able to earn.  Andrew Jackson was called “Old Hickory” because he beat the shit out of people with a hickory cane.  Hawkeye on M*A*S*H got his nickname due to a book that, though we’ve not read because, come on, we assume has to be about killing Indians since it’s called “The Last of the Mohicans.”  Lou Gehrig was called “The Iron Horse” because that’s just fucking awesome.

We here at AFFotD try, with limited success, to fashion appropriately badass American nicknames.  One of our staff writers just goes by “Hood” because he wears a hood over his head every day, which is sort of annoying, but the name stuck at least.  One of our accountants tried to get people to call him Fucksaw, but that never caught on.  Kiefer Sutherland only goes by the nickname “Jack fucking Bauer” and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

And when it comes to nicknames, and Americans, few top that of Gary “Bandit” Mays, a man who managed to get the awesome nickname normally only reserved for Burt Reynolds without having ever played professional sports.  Of course, this two sport athlete, who went toe-to-toe with Elgin Baylor, was a top prep star catcher who was a finalist for finalist for Washington D.C.’s best baseball prep star of the year, was unable to find luck in the big leagues, due to the prejudices of the world in the 1950’s.  As a black man, he was subjugated and unable to show his potential to the world.

He also had only one fucking arm, but trust us when we say that racial prejudice was the only thing that held him back.

Stub!

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Saturday’s AFFotD Image of the Week: March 12th

“Because art is better when I am in it.”

~Teddy Roosevelt

Though last week’s image of the week shows Teddy Roosevelt riding a moose, we figured that art could also accurately express the level of America that Teddy Roosevelt displays.  Of course, we were right.

Teddy Roosevelt is going to punch you in the face, and a bald eagle is just going to sit there and let it happen.  Have a good weekend, folks.

The History of Beer Pong, Part Three: The Drinks

“Another beer pong post?  Really?”

~You

As you’ve seen in the past two days, beer pong has a long rich history, and a series of well established rules.  Below we have the final in our three day series on beer pong.

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The History of Beer Pong, Part Two: The Rules

“This is my tenth game of pong, and I’m still balling the sinks…uh….”

~The Average Beer Pong Tournament Winner

As we saw in yesterday’s fun fact, the origin of Beer Pong is a rich and totally true tale.  The tale continues below.

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The History of Beer Pong, Part One: The Origin of Beer Pong

“Violence is never the correct method to enlightenment.  I have been the victim of slings and arrows but I knew to take them in stride.  Men have attacked me, provoked me, and have I turned the other cheek.  But house rules say we are allowed to re-rack mid-turn, so you’d better give me Bozo Buckets before I fucking end you.”

 ~Gandhi

 As Americans age, they find that their sensibilities and lifestyle might soften.  Some of us settle down and start a family.  Some of us wait until kickoff to start drinking, instead of waking up at 6AM to pregame properly.  Still others feel less motivation to travel to Africa to slay lions with their bare hands, and instead stay in America to hunt coyotes.  However, there is one American activity that, though associated primarily with college students, remains fondly in the hearts of all American Champions.  Never will we tire of it, and never will we abandon it.  It is no mere game, it is a way of life, and a testament to our American abilities and ingenuity.

Of course, we are referring to Beer Pong.

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Bobby Scales, Baseball Player/Superman

“I eat dingers for breakfast, and I steal bases to fall asleep.”

~Bobby Scales

Baseball stars (well, American born ones, anyway) cover a broad array of proudly American personality types.  There’s the overweight men who can throw a ball very fast and become millionaire professional athletes, the overweight men who can swing a stick very hard and become millionaire professional athletes, and others.  But one player, while not the most widely known baseball player, is by far the most American.

That is Chicago Cubs perennial minor leaguer, Bobby Scales.

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