People are still talking about ChatRoulette. We've been trying to figure out when the hype will just end. NOT LIKE WE WANT IT TO END. But we're just wondering because All Things Must Die, especially being randomly matched up with a man who is holding his penis on ChatRoulette. That should die. We want nothing more than for that to die. But it just shows no sign of slowing down. Just be thankful you've never had one of these match ups.

All together now....AWWWWKKKWARRRRRRD.

In related news, this is how you win at ChatRoulette.

In this CNN clip covering the 2006 Winter Olympics, Shaun White throws down some amazing cover-up skillz! We wish we would have said this when our parent' smelled 5 gallons of Vodka on our breath!

You startup ChatRoulette because you want to have some sexy time and then BANG! You score! A real live women! Except...well, her privates are a little less than bangable.

If we would have known Judge Judy was this awesome we would have never stopped watching this stupid show. Seriously, who are these people? Why do they exist? Why has God taken them from earth yet?

We support the doing of this any time. Short story: Girl thinks dude is going to propose to her on the radio, but instead he just dumps her ass on the radio. Because she's a cheater and the guy is hilarious.

We love to eat, but not as much this dog and gazelle.

On slow days at the office we often look at this picture for hours and wonder what the hell he's chewing on. It's perplexing and we can't stop thinking about it.

Just kidding! This band will send your ears to hell! We swear! DO NOT press play on this video unless you want to be struck down by the GOD OF SUCK. Supposedly their name is Final Placement. They are from Texas and the lead singer's dad likes to sue websites for posting this video. O RLY? This is a news blog buster, fair use!

(via Videogum)

Unlike Heavy Metal Rooster techno chicken has the moves to kick your ass in a dancing circle.

Our old friend Chuck McCarthy is on the hunt for a job, a job of chronic masturbation and full-time sadness at ChatRoulette.com. Here is his application video. I reached out to him to see if he got the job, but he was in the bathroom with his laptop, masturbating of course.

It's Fat Friday again, where the LG Animators’ go out to lunch and consume the most amount of fat and calories as we possibly can. It’s all about getting hungry and attacking fast food joints. Maybe even get kicked out of a few because people hate our “Get Out or Pig Out,” Eat, Sleep, Draw” and “Love, Peace and Taco Grease” T-shirts. We like being cheesy, because we like cheese. In fact, this Friday I won't rest until I get my fix of cheese. The combination of turkey, cheese, fries and delicious Rottweiler has put me over the edge to eat!

Also! The LG store is back! Since we announced the LG store back in November, we have added even more sugar and more cholesterol. Now we have bags of bite size brownies, cookies, and Pixy Stix. They have raised our blood sugar level quickly, causing a cheap thrill sugar rush. Maybe they will keep us from going hungry for a couple weeks. We also got a new bottle of diet pills Zantrex, because bulimia and anorexia is just not cutting it.

Fat Friday Pro Tip: Just eat it! You're already fat!

By now you've seen the video of that AC Transit Bus Fight (in case you haven't, please watch it, as it is the best thing ever). Well now you can play the video game featuring the Epic Beard Man and the black dude, kinda.

Also, don't forget to buy your Epic Beard Man t-shirt and join his Facebook fanpage!

She is not making origami, but trying to show us how to properly fold a paper more than seven times. Can It be done?

Dear Southwest,

I was saddened to learn of the plight of Hollywood polymath Kevin Smith. It is unfortunate that as the world grows in size, airplane seating remains mired in an age of smaller, trimmer bee-hinds. Having been a Southwest fanatic since being old enough to purchase airfare, I would like to suggest amending the customers-of-size policy before a tsunami of lawsuits overflows my favorite airline much like customers’ cheeseburgers overflow your armrests.

I have always been perplexed by the arbitrary rules chiseled into air-travel. 50lb bags are ok but 50+a pair of shoes = $25. The armrest rule makes sense but the width of the armrests seems narrow for the times and the overhead compartments have been whittled into wedges that discourage no one from stuffing in their bulging closets. We need change. The country wants it. And being who you are, it should be you to trailblaze.

Unlike politics where the goal is to grow bigger and spend more, business change can happen economically. At your core, your business is little different from that of any parcel service. You shuttle parcels from point A to point B for profit. Yours only happen to have heartbeats. And whiney demands. And peanut allergies. But at the very very core, the business is the same. The heavier the load and the larger its dimensions, the higher the cost of freight. It simply costs more to ship Mr. Smith and his colleagues in circumference than a group of people gymnast-sized.

So how best to handle arbitrary body-sizes? Formulaically.

At the curb-side checkin, Southwest should install scales where the passenger, with all baggage will be weighed. The total weight is the burden of the airline based on which the fuel is purchased. Computers will also size up both the person and the carry-on and decide how best to seat them and how much space will be required to make things comfortable for everyone. Customers-of-width can easily be seated next to customers-of-length without too much negative effect. Since size is arbitrary, so should be the armrest widths, and all passengers can have the option to purchase as much width as they like on top of their required minimum. Analogy would be choosing the right-sized box for your parcel except the parcel is yourself. It must cover your shipment but beyond that, your box can be as big as your budget allows. All collected data will boil down to a price which would be the passenger’s fare. Those watching in horror as a Mr. Smith-size person lumbers towards that middle-seat will know that even though the flight will be unpleasant, Mr. Smith paid more for his than they did. He should considering his greater burden. Given that we humans are fairness-minded apes, that knowledge alone would make things better. At least until the TSA requires stasis for air travel at which point you’ll just be able to stack us up any which way. Just don’t beak our legs like you do our roller-wheels.

Love & Bacon Grease,

Helga Mohammed el-Salami
SFF - Southwest Fan Forever

http://www.helgasmailroom.com/

Me and Kevin, right before he ate that child.

Hey, did you know midgets are hilarious when they get angry? It's true! They are truly really, really silly people when they swear and pretend they're not adorable and everything. We just want to squeeze his cheeks and say "OH YOU'RE SO CUTE! OH YES YOU ARE! OH YES YOU ARE!"

News Alert! Adolf Hitler is FINALLY on the internet and all he wants to do is MAKE A VIRAL VIDEO! YIPPE!!!!!!!!! Maybe he'll be just as famous as the Chocolate Rain guy!

Because why, if you're seriously trying to figure this whole Global Warming thing out, why wouldn't you trust a guy WHO'S JOB IT IS TO FIGURE OUT ALL THINGS WEATHER RELATED. We grew up thinking that Weathermen - or Meteorologists - were the experts on weather, not Al Gore (no offense, Al!). But when a dude acts like he's all coked up on cocaine and you know he's the type of guy who just goes home and punches through walls, and maybe small children, well, how can you take that seriously? How can you take a guy like this seriously? FOR REAL THIS GUY IS WEATHERMAN NOT A PRETEND WRESTLER. 

I'm sure Jim Henson's idea of the cookie monsters was not to encourage these babies to headbang like there is no tomorrow.

Dude, what a dick move. All these drunkies wanted to do was take a little cinnamon challenge and the guy filming this had to replace one of their table spoons of cinnamon with cayenne pepper. RETRIBUTION, it will be the hotties.

So soft...so tender...so ??????

What's the deal with weathermen? They are like the Ed Hardy of the nightly news world. Total d-bags. A quick search throught the LiquidGeneration archives show you that if you've failed at life you're most likely a weatherman for the 11 o'clock news. We imagine most weathermen (oh sorry, meteorologists!) are sad, alcoholic cocaine addicted wife beaters for some reason. We have nothing to back this up, it's just a feeling we have (intuition, bitches!).  Anyway, another weatherman was acting like a complete asshat recently and we thought you'd like to know about it. He talks about his pee pee.