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Here’s some dark Monday humor as we head into a week that’s likely to confirm dropping home prices and rising job losses. Andy Samberg’s cocaine-addled character sings about how it’s going to be a great dayyyyyyy … as long as he gets plenty of stimulus. If the U.S. economy was a person, it might very well be this man.

Saw this video on an SF Realtor friend’s Facebook page, which appears to have been created by this Jersey Realtor. Funny stuff.

Thanks JW for sending this Craigslist ad for a Sweet Ass 2001 Ford Taurus, one of the all-time great Craigslist ads (with pictures) that begins like this:

Holy crap! What kind of badassary is this?! A 2001 Black Ford Taurus! Get the hell out of here! This car is a god amongst other, smaller cars. It eats dead dinosaur to power its black dinosaur hating heart! IT F*CKING EATS DEAD DINOSAURS! Ever seen that scene in movies where theres a badass explosion in the background and someones walking away from without even looking back. You know where they got the idea. yeah thats right. This fucking car walks away from explosions and doesnt even look back.

Just saw this on Facebook for first time, guessing it’s been around for a bit. Not sure if it’s photoshopped. So bad it’s almost funny (like most of the BP situation).

This week has been quite gut wrenching in the markets, so it’s time for a bit of fun. This awesome diagram originated on San Francisco blog TheBoldItalic along with a good piece on the demise of Hippie Hill—which is the meadow and accompanying hill as you enter Golden Gate Park off Haight Street. It’s a hilarious statement on the identity crisis of young adults.

As for me, I’ve had my more hipster days but now if I self-apply any label, it’s working dad. Even if there are days when I still feel cool, I would never want to be known as a hipster because like Dr. Evil said to Austin Powers: “There’s nothing more pathetic than an aging hipster.” And so on the weekends I prefer to take my kid to Golden Gate Park to watch him run around and join in the drum circle at the base of hippie hill. I’ve even bought him a few drums. Only now that I’m seeing this picture, I fear for what I may be doing to him. But I’ll roll with it because it’s either the drum circle or subjecting him to the market carnage. And I think we’re all a bit better off knowing that there are people out there keeping the beat for us working dads … and moms, to whom I wish you all the happiest of Mother’s Days.

Random but funny short Realtor bit from the Onion on an Oakland Raiders draft pick being relegated to Bay Area Realtor. Best quote: “We believe that the intelligence, instinct, and leadership Travis displayed on the college gridiron will be of immense help to him as he assists his clients in finding quality housing in the greater Oakland region.”

This picture on ‘How To Complete The New Good Faith Estimate’ was making the email rounds this week. Laugh-out-loud funny for most mortgage professionals, but also any borrowers who’ve seen this new form effective January 1, 2010 will see the humor.

To The Makers of ‘Kick Ass’: Saw your movie Kick Ass topped Friday box office. That’s great for you. The movie’s title does indeed do what it says, but not as much as the title from this mock Beavis & Butthead movie poster we unearthed.

A friend (coincidentally nicknamed Kone) sent this pic Sunday with the following question: Do you think he carries the cones with him? It’s a good question Kone. The custom size of those cones and residential parking space certainly suggest so. Thanks for the fly ride pic, and for this moving documentary of one man’s quiet, unnoticed slog though the recession.

The Onion skewers the real estate industry’s ubiquitous use of head shots. Here’s an excerpt and full link to the story.

But as far as I was concerned, the deal was sealed the moment I saw real estate agent Mary T. Ellington looking back at me from that Re/Max sign, her face just barely visible over the rampant weeds growing in my new front lawn. For my money—$256,560 of it, to be exact—there’s nothing like a poorly lit, oversaturated photograph to let me know that I’m working with a friend and not just someone out for an easy commission.