With a sleek espresso machine like that, you just know the coffee is going to be good. And expensive.
Can you feel the brain waves? Nope, didn't think so. Must be that dude in the middle cancelling them out.
Talking a little quantum mechanics on a stroll through the park. 
An A minus?! In Introductory Quantum Mechanics? No wonder you sold out. 
As autumn merges into winter, the last of the leaves go out in an epic blaze of glory. Kind of like Rock's physics career.
Finally Rock can be the smartest man in the photo again.
For the rich folks on Millionaire's Mile, Upper East Side, the changing of the leaves can mean only one thing: time to fuel up the Lear Jet and set course for Palm Beach.
Time to escape the rapidly encroaching winter chill in the toasty halls of the Met. Nothing like racing through 4000 years of art in three hours to get the blood pumping again. And that's before you get to Picasso's nudes. 
The crisp winter light streaming through an open window is just the kind of material that would inspire a master painter to new heights. Or inspire another filler shot in J00ster.
Charge! Just in case you thought the museum was all dusty Byzantine triptychs and old Roman dudes missing noses.
Whew, taking in all this fine art is tiring, time for something a little less highbrow...
...like the uber commercialism of the annual Macy's parade. Forget waterlilies and sunflowers, it's time for Shrek and Kermit.
On the eve of the big event, it seems the whole city has turned out for the cherished tradition of the inflating of the balloons. 
The Kool Aid man shares the limelight with Spongebob Squarepants and a giant football. Is this a great country or what?
Finally, after three hours of braving a frigid Thanksgiving morning, the grand marshal is in sight! Snoopy leads the charge as the balloons sweep down 7th Avenue on their way to 34th St.
Mei somehow managed to sneak her way onto a float.
And now, your forecast for today, temperatures in the low 40s, a chance of rain, and low hanging frogs. 
Jimmy Fallon revels in participating in an event that actually gets ratings.
Hand over hearts folks, there's nothing more American than bailouts, supersized combos, and Lady Liberty.
Regrettably, Miss America has decided that today's conditions are a little too nippy to reprise her winning swimwear number.
It wouldn't be a parade without cheerleaders, marching bands, and no one throwing candy out of fear of litigation.
No wonder Rock couldn't find his sponge for the big post-Thanksgiving cleanup.
Who's Kylie Minogue? The fact no one in the crowd knew who she was doesn't bode well for her latest attempt to break into the U.S. market.
Scramble the fighters! Incoming Hello Kitty entering Manhattan airspace at 0900.
Shrek is so fat some of the skyscrapers briefly look in danger of meeting a less than happily ever after ending.
Going straight to number one at the box office hasn't shrunk Po's ego one bit. World's Best? Pah, try Universe!
Skyscrapers.com needs a new entry in their Manhattan database: Po Tower.
Kanye West spots Taylor Swift in the crowd and launches into a well rehearsed diatribe.
To infinity and beyond! Or at least to Macy's on 34th.
Uhm, is it just me, or should Jessica Simpson get off her float and walk the four miles to... uhm... tighten up a little bit?
Warning, incoming Smurfs at 6 o'clock!
The aftermath. If you look closely, you can see a crumpled printout of the Jooster Journal...
Standing outside for five hours in the freezing wind is hungry work. Thank goodness Rock didn't burn the turkey.
Feasting and football. Unfortunately, the mainly Aussie crowd is as clueless about 4th and inches as they are about pumpkin pie.
Grey Goose tends to do that to you. 
Rock is just thankful that it's all over. Which means turkey sandwiches tomorrow!
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