America, you demanded it…
Lost and Found Alert: if you lost a contamination proof, medical grade surgical glove at the Sunoco station in Armonk, NY… it still there. Right by pump 5. Go and get it!!
Can you find Dr. Fauci in a sea of Florida Spring Breakers?
How’s it goin’ peeps? Five years ago we had the lowest tech website on the interweb. We made millions of people laugh away their miserable lives, but then… Life got in the way. Justin and I slowly moved away from StangelBros.com.
We told Bill Gates* (not the Microsoft guy) that we didn’t want to sell the site. We told Oprah* (not the plumber from Idaho) that we weren’t interested in joining her illuminati group. We stopped posting.
Now, there’s a global pandemic and everyone is quarantined. (If you’re just hearing about this for the first time 1- I’m sorry you had to hear it from us and 2- What the fuck is wrong with you that you had to hear it from us??)
America needs StangelBros.com.
So we’re going to start putting up distractions to help get you thru your day. And please contact us and let us know how you’re doing. We’re all in this together. If you get one laugh from this website, we’ve done our job. Of being extremely disappointing.
Meanwhile, our site which looked outdated 5 years ago, now is a living relic. It’s like Jurassic Park. Exactly like Jurassic Park.
Welcome back. Sorry it’s under these circumstances, but what can you do.
Check back often and stay well.
My first Yankees game was in 1978. I was almost 7. We loved that team. Thurman, Reggie, Nettles, Sweet Lou, Mick the Quick, Gator, Bucky, Goose. My dad took my brother & me. Just the guys. Mom stayed at home. We went through the turnstyle and Dad said “Wait here.” And he went off and bought a yearbook and a scorecard and a hat for us. (In retrospect, leaving two children alone in the Bronx in the 70s might not have been the best idea. ) Anyway, I remember the feeling of walking through the tunnel to the seats and seeing the giant ballpark. It was awe inspiring. Dad isn’t a sports fan, but he wanted to give us the full ballpark experience. He got us hot dogs, Cracker Jacks, soda. Everything. On the way home I threw up all over myself. My Dad jokingly said, “When we get home, run up to Mom, give her a big hug and tell her you missed her.” Justin and I thought that was really funny. My Dad said “I’m kidding. Don’t do it.” When we got home, my Mom came out and asked “How was the game?” I ran up to her and gave her the biggest hug and told her I missed her. She hugged me tight and thought it was sweet. Until she realized I was covered in vomit. My dad got in trouble.