Thursday, November 24, 2011

What Are You Thankful For?

Hey, it's Thanksgiving so we are all supposed to share what we are thankful for, here is some shit that I may or may not be grateful for.
Spice Racks, you put shit on 'em so you look like you know how to cook.
Boobs, they really fill out that shirt.
Sunglasses, especially over-sized ones that hide how jacked up your face actually is and you look kinda cute when they are on, but then you take 'em off and I wanna kick you in your mouth gape.
Turn Signals, I live in Florida,what the fuck are those?
Screen Doors, but just the one I forgot I closed about thirty seconds ago and then walked into on my return trip. I love doing that shit.
Tacos, they're good.
Support Hose, all the old birds down here wear 'em, but what are they supporting?
Quarks, sub atomic particles are bullshit.
Cows, I'm from Wisconsin, fuck you.
I could make a list about thirty three yards long if I keep going, but instead I'm gonna drink my face off and try to get laid.
Your Welcome.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Next Time Call the Super Friends

Politics.
Economy.
The Economy of Politics?
The Politics of Economy?
Super Committee.
Super Friends.
The Committee of Super Friends?
The Super Committee of Friends?
Budget.
Balance.
The Balancing of Budget?
The Budgeting of Balance?
Words.
Bullshit.
If you put all of these words together and spend billions of taxpayer dollars to fund committees or friends or whatever the hell just happened, that is exactly what you get... Bullshit and Words.
Thank You Bi-Partisan Super Think Tank for tanking what we thought was a potential Balancing of our economic woes.
Just Kidding.
Those of us "in the know" realize that the whirlpool of American politics is just a distraction used to secretly "employ" the power of "The Super Friends" (classic DC comic book/cartoon series in which the greatest super heroes were brought together to foil the schemes of evil) in clandestine operations around the globe in our never ending battle against "The Legion of Doom," DAMMIT I meant terrorism! Economies come and go, but super heroes are forever!
Next time you want to repair our massive budget deficit that "somehow" was exacerbated by frivolous expansions in spending and approvals of "necessary" party ideals remember that many non involved "lay about's" are willing to take "occupancy" of your lost initiatives and claim victory in the name of their "cause."
To resolve this issue Dial 1-900-MIX-ALOT (that is the secret number that only super heroes know) and kick them nasty thoughts.
Seriously, Super Committee?
What a crock of shit.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Sorry About That, I Was Drunk...

Sorry about that last little tongue lashing, I had very little to do with it, but that's the way the cookie (hopefully its a Milano... I love those things) crumbles. I was, needless to say, a tad bit annoyed fifteen minutes ago, but have had some time for inner reflection and feel prepared to share my prior frustration with ya'll. Maybe it had something to do with me being back on the "proverbial" (have you read that book... the old testament is fucked up, I guess drinking is wrong? Whatever.) sauce, or it could have been the complete lack of responsible interest by the American public in pursuing knowledge of the world that is actually determining our current course of action. Truth be told I am completely flaburgasted (How the hell do you spell that?) by our headlines.
Big fucking deal some kid can sing and used to be homeless! Are you aware that the entire Western economy is crumbling in the face of defaulting, tourist euro economies? Does anyone care?
The Earth is in another state of ecological upheaval and is unleashing her fury upon the nation of Alaska and once again in the Autonomous Muslim Nation of Turkey (the country, not the nearly flightless delicious bird of Thanksgiving fame... I love you flightless bird, see you in a few days).
Fine, I mentioned the asteroid that is passing this wonderful spinning globe of a planet by a mere 200,000 or so miles. Wouldn't you assume that an object coming within our orbit and having potential negative impact upon our existence would be mildly interesting to the masses?
It isn't, neither is anything else worth knowing, so the time has arrived to admit that knowledge is dead, Justin Beiber  is the most important "thingy" ever and some other stupid shit that soon to be college grads find imperative to their social survival are what makes this life go round, go round?
Whatever.

Asteroids

DAMMIT!!! I was gonna hang the wash out to dry, but you fucked that up, congratulations to you asteroid! I hate you...

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Take That Sobriety

It has been brought to my Attention (dammit, Deficit taking over, Disorder inline, continue...) that I am offensive. Offensive, crass, pandering and lacking the proper set of societal skills and moors to be a successful human doing. Really? Really?
All the education in the world cannot substitute the inherent ability to acquire and disseminate information into useful self perpetuating skills (modus operandi) for host survival (the body is merely the host of the mind in a symbiotic relationship that may or may not end upon physical expiration). This is why I detest babies, babies being the first step of the "independent" evolution of us, have no ability to properly convert stimuli into necessary functions and therefore are reliant on the care of the more evolved matron of the species from which it was birthed. That being said... babies are fucking stupid, do you have any recollection of those first months outside of the confines of your mother? No you don't, because your mind was to under-developed for thought to become function and no meme sequences found you to be suitable for the seeding, germination and distribution (sharing with other "like-minded" individuals) of it's idea. In other words babies are to busy pooping, vomiting and staring blankly at the television to be productive "functioning" members of the group.
I will skip entirely over the rest of collective society (as it could fill volumes of leather bound books) and get to the end of this little diatribe.
I really hate the fucking elderly, here is the culmination of the human experience (as we know it), here is where the brilliance of cellular existence arrives; a sagging, malevolent (notice the root of the term is male...that's bullshit) form of wasted nucleic potential. it is as if the weight of decades of knowledge and experience has enfeebled their being, when in evolutionary terms they should be at the height of their cycle. Instead millions of tiny "nuclear" explosions are occurring rapidly within their lobes inducing a "lobal extinction," (yes I said lobal and not global) of all cellular life and hence the inability to survive under the power of one's self.
However this is all just conjecture and hearsay, who is to say that any of this drivel is anything more than just random words strung together in a sentence genome that ultimately results in paragraphs of expressed thought.
This is exactly why I should be separated from the rest of the group and shamed (just like in school, thank you teachers)
Was this offensive? Absolutely not, but if I told you to go fuck yourself that could be construed as offensive.