BGHComedy

Is FunnyorDie gay? What's up with the top rated videos on this site? Musicals, half-naked men, completely naked men, completely naked men masturbating, and Paris fucking Hilton have seen more hits than Whitney Houston's crack pipe (too soon?). Maybe it's the same reason that all of the Mckay-Ferrell box office hits have homo-themes: Gay is funny. Not the "Hey faggot, you suck!" funny, but men dropping the phobia (along with their pants) and joking around with expectations (as well as their d...

I love babies. I hope to breedoneday myself. Hence, when a pregnant woman sits down next to me on the bus, I say, “Ooooh, when are you due?”

I wanted to take this opportunity to speak to FunnyOrDie about a blight on our community. There is a substance out on the streets that is taking college campuses by storm, that is now all the rage among hip college students. A recent study shows that 9 out of 10 people between the ages of 18 and 24 have put this white devil-drug into their systems at least once, and 2 out of 5 consider themselves "regular users."

You got me this time fat girl. You cornered me in the bar and sat on my heart. I let my guard down and you waltzed right into my biggest mistake. You think I don’t see you there with your chicken tenders. And those dipping sauces. Oh, those sauces! You know how to eat, baby. Oh yeah, that’s all you know how to do, but you do it so well. Which makes me think you’re probably pretty good with your mouth. Mmmhmmm! I get separated from the sobers and that’s when you pounc...

I've noticed I've been getting a bit of attention from the fans of Black Guy and Fat Dude. Some believe I'm flabby yet cute, others claim I'm blatently flamboyant yet undeniably funny. I am writing to tell you that yes, I am all these things and no amount of your flattery/critiques will cause me to change. I am too proud/arrogant to listen/read your obvious/subtle cries/shouts. I can ill afford to/hardly wait for more of your comments/derisions when our next video/masterpiece premieres/explod...

In the past, every time I ate Lucky Charms, I had the urge to track down whoever invented the machine that dyes the magical marshmallows two different colors. I envisioned a strongly-worded, passionate letter thanking him for the miraculous machine which allowed for the delicious additions of rainbows, pots of gold (my personal favorite), leprechaun hats, and shooting stars to the original solid-colored, boring marbits. This plan changed when the folks down at General Mills blew all my letter...