The Chosen One

Welcome to my final attempt at getting my father to notice me. Email: Twitter: @JoshaCohen

HOW TO: Put the Fun in Your Funeral


Life’s three certainties: Death, taxes, and women who idolize certain celebrities simply because they share similar facial features. Death is inevitable, so it’s never too early to plan the kickass funeral everyone will be talking about!

Whether you die from snake constriction, lethal injection, or you literally died over a hilarious dog GIF, you’re going to need to plan a funeral.


- An open bar. You don’t want to be the deceased cheapo who ordered the beer-and-wine bar like some sort of south shore Long Islander.

- A diamond-encrusted casket. Imagine the faces of your ex-lovers as you are lowered into the earth with all the jewels they could’ve owned. Regretful much? See you in hell.

- A live band, NOT a DJ. This isn’t the Yonkers prom. You’re going to want an authentic cover of Shout as your casket is lifted and crowdsurfed in triumph.

- Your very own in-memoriam slideshow, narrated by Danny Glover. He will refer to you as “one of the greats,” and will even photoshop you into some of his family vacation photos.

- A chocolate fondue waterfall, (re: Golden Corral.) Allow each guest ONE DIP, as you were always known for ill-timed frugality.

- Party favors. We’re talking cool ass leave-behinds. Lingerie with your initials on them. Prints of your instagram feed. Lenscrafters prescription eyewear with flip-down 3D lenses. An Elliott Spitzer-autographed Jonas Brothers album. And tote bags that say “I got carried away at Terry’s Burial 2014.”

So remember to live by your own rules, die by your own rules, and make sure your funeral rules, because your cold dead corpse deserves it.

My first month in advertising, somebody let me write a commercial.

Chevy teamed up with ESPN to make a microsite, and they asked for a co-branded TV spot to drive to it. 

This spot includes:

1) Limitations

2) Broad humor

3) The rustic paradise of Manalapan, New Jersey

vote for Alabama every week here:

Us Jews spent Christmas morning writing this song for our extended family members in LA. 

Rob and Kate are my two friends who, to this day, steadfastly deny their alcohol-infused college romance.

So every year we create a Valentine’s Day video for them, to help them remember.

Please enjoy this year’s video, “A Very Jerry Maguire Valentine’s Day.”

you give me 10 minutes, i’ll give you THE WORLD

Today’s High School Trends

Dubstep House Music

Cutting class

Smoking cigs

Patronizing original ideas

Fingering on the subway


Laughing without smiling

putting trash in recycling, and putting recycling on live fish


armed easter egg hunts

Lisa Loeb

The word “Tributary”

at 2:07, everyone drop your jaw and pretend you have downs syndrome

snorting coal

Quoting the Sandusky Grand Jury Report

Hot Jason and everything he does

Klout score

Smoking cigars at a hospital

Shitting in class

Practice Blowjobs on the school’s glockenspiel player

iPhone frisbee

Naming your group of friends “The Fine Nine” “Pretty Little Liars” or “The James Holmes Experiment”

Adele Parties

Cheating on SATs

Every single fucking thing Kristi Pendleton wears

Smelling with your tongue

Hairspray whippets inside CVS dumpster. Must be inside 

Smiling in the hallway without a pass

Being amiable and empathetic. Understanding and encouraging others. Putting schoolwork ahead of fun, and motivating others to help raise the standards in a moldable academic environment.

 ”Doing the worm” - Fucking a worm

Novella Stone: Tips for Sustaining A Relationship

  • Shower her with kisses. Stay spontaneous and surprise her with your sensitivity. Buy a rose after work. Give her a not-so-obvious compliment, and tell her she’s beautiful every once in a while. But if anyone else is around, tell her to eat your shit and throw rancid cold cuts at her.
  • Text her “It’s over” at least once a month. Keep that flat-chested bimbo on her toes.
  • Don’t call her for a whole weekend. And then tell her you didn’t even realize it had been that long. Fucking insignificant bitch.
  • Yell at her in public. Tell her she’s dressed like a whore and then punch a wall. 
  • Don’t let her finish eating that tuna melt. Throw it on the ground and remind her of what people are saying about her thighs.
  • Speak for her at parties. You always tell that story better anyway.
  • Oh great, she’s talking to your handsome friend. Text her to have some fucking respect for herself, and leave the party and post the word “whore” as your status. 
  • Buy her lingerie for Valentine’s Day, and if she gets upset, stand up and stroll the fuck out and see if she likes spending Valentine’s Day alone.
  • Surprise her at work with a 10-day free gym membership trial
  • Boy, her stories are trivial. Be sure to yawn and put a finger gun to your head whenever she speaks.
  • Who ordered the no-dressing salad? You did, and she better take half of it to go.
  • Whenever she refers to you both as “us” or “we,” tell her to speak for her fucking self and high five your nearest guy friend.
  • It’s Sunday night and she’s feeling anxious about work tomorrow. Well maybe she should go the fuck home then and call her jappy friend Rachel for a Xanax. You don’t need to deal with this shit, you’re fucking pumped for work tomorrow.

AVAILABLE Jobs for entitled Generation-Y graduates!

Hellllooooo Generation Y. It’s me, Josh. And I have some good news, and some bad news. But I’ll get the bad out of the way because I’m Jewish and we rock the negative in the foreground.

BAD NEWS is that the job market blows. And I know your mom told you that you were special, and that you graduated from a top ten (insert focus) college. But the truth is, the jobs we actually want are scarce. “You know, garbage men actually make a decent living” is something you may have heard, and the biggest sign that you should be frightened. 

BUT, THE GOOD NEWS is that I picked up a newspaper off a homeless guy at Bryant Park today, and there are A TON of really good jobs in there. Jobs for us, the self-indulgent “special” future of America. So, knowing you guys and your inability to compromise, here are some available jobs you might not shoo away immediately:



Help! Universal Studios has recently fired over-the-hill director Michael Bay and is searching for a fresh-out-of-college film student to direct the 2013 blockbuster, “Explosion on 34th Street.” Film Degree/YouTube Video Degree MANDATORY.

Prerequisites: Prolonged unemployment, has collected unemployment, is a PA and dreams of unemployment.

Materials Needed: A self-indulgent online video account. One or more culturally observant YouTube videos (minimum 241 views in total). Plaid shirt. 

Attitude: Off-putting. Dismissing of others’ work. Lack of self-awareness A MUST. Unable to take direction. Cranky and unwilling to collaborate (Mama’s boys preferred)

Dealbreaker: Must have created at least one visually-striking video with zero sense of narrative or purpose. Attention to storyline can be grounds for dismissal.



Ladies! “OriginVeeno-Fructise” (a Conde Nast Subsidiary) is looking for a cutting-edge college grad to lead our team in outfit design and all-around expensive shopping duties. We are looking for an avid online-shopper who can do the following: complain about trivial inconveniences, give dirty looks, stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk to text, over-think everything, cry and laugh at the same time, and look at their own reflection in every store window they walk by.

Prerequisities: Blog-reader, blog-writer, blog-fb-sharer. PINTERESTING PUN LOVER.

Materials Needed: Proof of credit card debt A MUST. Must state pre-selected Sex and the City character you identify with. Bring your own purple gel pen. 

Attitude: Should be able to live, laugh, and love. Or at least dance like nobody’s watching. 

Dealbreaker: Agressive “LIKE”er on Facebook or non-maxi-dress-wearer to the park on a Sunday are fucking GROUNDS FOR DISMISSAL.



ESPN is looking for a fat, lazy, couch-surfer to fill the role of the recently-fired anchor, Stuart Scott, whose cultural references have become “too black-dated” for the younger audience. Also the eye thing. Hoping to find a lethargic pothead who prides himself on regurgitating ESPN First Take analysis, and consequentially has no ability to connect with a woman on any level.

Prerequisites: Worthless Broadcast Communications Degree, or worthless Business Degree. Should have worthless knowledge of numbers. MANDATORY: Ugly/no girlfriend. 

Materials Needed: Must be able to read lengthy Conan O’Brien monologue/Rob Delaney tweet list. Bring your own teeth. Please provide proof of your attempt, and failure, at securing a job on Wall Street.

Attitude: Snarky, misogynistic; an embarrassing drunk. Poor sense of right and wrong, bully-like defense mechanisms (google: Irish Person)

Dealbreaker: Not enough to have joined a fraternity; must have hospitalized or killed a pledge at least once in four-year college career. 



GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS. If you have opinions, and believe all 8 or 9 or whatever planets in the solar system revolve around you, PLEASE SEND BREAST-SHOT. “Bravo” is looking for a new reality star to assbump those Armenian fatties down in the ratings. Hoping to find self-indulgent egomaniac convinced of own superiority.

Prerequisites: Having stated “They should make a show about us!!” while cheersing wine glasses at an apartment pregame IS A MUST. Inability to look away from nearest mirror during conversation, DEFINITE MUST. Diary of asinine, misguided, and self-involved opinions, CLEAR-CUT MUST. Insincerely referring to an out-of-touch acquaintance as ”Pretty girl!” on Facebook is a motherfucking MUST.

Materials Needed: Please provide proof of plastic surgery. Sex tape a plus. Minimum 2,000 Facebook friends (75% male). Minimum amount of “X’s” and “O’s” in middle school AIM screenname: 4 (3.5 acceptable).

Attitude: Conflict-starter. Friendship-ender. Boobs-haver. Tequila shot-lover. Old man-sexer. Collarbone-definer. Newsfeed-occupier. Confident cigarette-bummer. Gaping vagina-owner. 

Dealbreaker: Realistic sense of self.


WANTED: DOCTOR/LAWYER/MONEY-MAKER - extra schooling needed :(

Jewish college graduates! A wad of Benjamin Franklins is looking for you. Corporate America is seeking a misguided undergrad-extender who’s desperate to make similar amounts of money as their parents. Good sense of pride! Who cares about your hopes and dreams? Make some money! Who cares about spending your 9-5 in a downward spiral of suicidal contemplation? YOU CAN DRIVE A PORSCHE. And when you’re 45, you can laugh at the rest of the yuppies, because you’ll be affording divorce lawyers without worry.

Prerequisites: Summer internship at MTV.

Materials Needed: DJ set, signed bar-mitzvah welcome poster. 

Attitude: Money-lover, money-talker, money-sexer, money-buyer. If you cum quarters and care, I mean legitimately care, to discuss in conversation, an expensive car someone has, and you followed this whole comma-confusing sentence, WE WANT YOU.

Dealbreaker: Non-Long Island resident.