Like hiphop? If so, try ‘If It Ain’t About Money’ by Fat Joe and Trey Songz. I don’t particularly care for Fat Joe’s part in it, but Trey Songz KILLS IT! Moneyyyy moneyyyy all that’s on my minddddddddd! PHEW! I got goosebumps!
Anyway.
Hello, world! You know, for the past few weeks I’ve been slacking off so much that I haven’t really appreciated my weekends. That’s certainly not the case this time, though. An incredibly long and hard week of work has got me ready beyond belief for this FEEL GOOD FRIDAY! So let’s get it on!
The Atomic Dog
As you can tell, this post will be mainly about my dog.
First off, I was serious last week when I said that I beat her twice. Don’t worry though because this week has been a lot better off for the both of us. I still get incredibly angry with her, but I maintain restraint and show compassion instead. Would you like to know why? Because I had a revelation—my dog is a complete dumbass. Before you cast judgment, let me explain.
I bought a 20’ lead so that my dog can wander about when she wants to go outside but I’m too busy working. When I go to fetch her, 9 out of 10 times I discover that she’s wrapped her dumbass around the wooden plank to which the lead is attached. The first time it happened, I burst out laughing and exclaimed, “You big dummy!” Then I helped her retrace her steps.
After it occurred a few more times, it dawned on me that she’s incapable of solving this puzzle on her own. That she can’t figure out such an easy riddle truly flabbergasted me. I mean, how stupid can she be, right? It saddened me that she was so dumb, but it also made me angry on the basis that stupidity is not an excuse.
But then it hit me like a lightening bolt. How did I feel in the past when people looked down at me or were harsh with me merely because I was incapable of doing that which they expected from me? Let’s take a quick trip back to my days in elementary school.
I was a very shy boy during my younger years. It wasn’t until I was afforded medication in 7th grade that I began to become a ‘social butterfly’—though my definition of one is far different than yours, I imagine. Regardless, I was incapable of speaking or acting properly.
Once, during recess, I was standing idly by watching the girls play kickball. Suddenly the ball landed a few steps away from me. All eyes turned to me. A sweet looking beauty took a few steps toward me and gently asked, “Would you get it and throw it back to me?” I looked her right in the eye and begged my body to complete the movements required of me. It was so simple. All I had to do was bend over, pick up the ball and toss it back. How hard could that possibly be?
Yet no matter how much I yelled and screamed at my brain, it refused to follow my instructions. I stood there paralyzed, my insides turning inside out in frustration. The young girl asked again, urging me on with her hands and a smile that still remains planted in my brain. But still... I could do nothing. I knew how to do it, but I just couldn’t. I was gripped by an anxiety... a fear like no other.
Finally she lost patience. Shaking her head in dismay, the young damsel strolled toward me, picked up the ball, stared me dead in the eye and then walked away—but not without first sighing louder than a passing-by airplane. I tell you folks, my heart bled that day, and it’s been bleeding ever since.
Yah okay...okay... sorry for all the lame theatrics, but it’s important you understand. The point is that just like I was incapable of picking up the ball and tossing it (which seems like such a simple task), the dog is incapable of solving what appears to be such a simple puzzle. So instead of being an uptight prick, I’ve chosen to start being a compassionate and even empathetic friend instead. Because you know what... that’s what friends are for!
Other than that, I’m trying to teach her tricks, but to no avail. The irony is that she’s a lot more obedient indoors than she is outdoors. She’ll gladly sit down when we’re in the house, but she’ll take her got-dayum fragernackle time doing it when we’re walking. Whenever she starts acting up during a walk, I stop—if I have enough time to spare—and ask her to sit down. 30 to 90 seconds later, we continue on our journey.
It’s a pain in the ass though because she literally has a mind of her own. She’s constantly trying to go off course to indulge her curiosity. Truthfully, walking with her is NOT a fun experience. Jogging isn’t bad because she gets so absorbed in trying to keep up with me that she isn’t afforded time to think. With walking, however, she’s faster than me—which is a problem because a dog is supposed to FOLLOW behind you, lest she assume herself to be the alpha. And believe me when I say this heffer thinks she’s the H.B.I.C. Pshhh… I’m the H.B.I.C. Well wait, CORRECTION… I’m the H.D.I.C.!! Anyway. I’m working on fixing this behavior, but it’s not easy!
It’s all a tediously slow process, but she’s slowing learning how to behave correctly. When I’m at my wits end, I look her dead in the eye and say, “You’re a dumbass, but I forgive you.” It may sound demented, but hey… I AM DEMENTED! By the way, if you expect me to forgive her for her stupidity, then you sure as hell better be ready to forgive me for my dementability! AND YOU KNOW THAT’S RIGHT!
Anyway. My dog may be a dumbass, but at least she ain’t this dumb...
And oh yeah... she really could use a bath, which means I need to buy a hose that I can attach to the outdoor spigot. Because there’s no way in hell she’s using my tub! The tub is only for me… and any woman or group of women willing to sleep with me! I SAID IT, I SURE AS HECK DID!
By the way, she had a WONDERFUL FEEL GOOD FRIDAY! I’m talking 5 intense rounds of fetch, a short jog, a slice of pizza and a tiny bit of some good ol’ American beer! She’s living it up! She gets upset during the weekdays, however, because all I have time for is one or two short sessions of fetch and a late-night jog. I’m hoping to soon purchase a Kong toy that I can stuff with food. That way I can turn every meal into an exciting mental/physical activity that’ll wear her out.
I can’t afford it right now, though. My primary concern at the moment is to keep her fed, physically/mentally exercised, and on flea, tick and heartworm treatment. Everything else is secondary. My parents seem to feel otherwise, however, which is why they keep sending her toys and now even a fricken pet bed, roflol. This heffer gon’ be SOOOO SPOILED! Lawd have mercy!
Anyway. She’s a happy dog and she’s gon’ stay a happy dog. And this is a great experience for me because it’s teaching me patience AND how to deal with entities (animals, humans, etc.) that annoy me. I’m easily annoyed, but I hide it from humans due to bitchassness. This isn’t a problem with pets, though. I’ll straight-up tell them that they getting’ on my dayum nerves. But more importantly, hopefully time with her will help make me more compassionate I don’t want to one day be that father bitching at the baby for shitting in her diaper. “How the hell you gon’ shit in yo draws, homie!?” *SLAP*
Time to Fool the Boy Scouts
I’m glad that Obama decided to show up on View. Though I don’t watch the show, I have a deep-found respect for all the Ladies onboard. However, many people—including the dark-yellow, looks like gonorrhea-urine witch Michelle Malkin (aka Master Splinter’s sewer-bred cousin [Asians are allowed to insult one another])—have complained that he sold out the Boy Scouts. So here’s my solution.
How about we dress up an Obama-lookalike and send him to see the Boy Scouts—kind of like a pretend Santa. They’re too young to tell the difference, so why not fool them instead of disappointing them?
Conflict of Conscience
I'm having a conscious war. Bill O’Reilly was on the Tonight Show this week and though I typically associate him with Fox News, Ben Gleck and insanity, I found O'Reilly to be rather sensible and logical in his thoughts. I disagree with him on a myriad of issues, but I like the way in which he conducts himself. What really blew me away, however, was when he told the audience to not laugh at Lindsey Lohan, as she's just a young woman in need of help. Excuse me for being an over-estrogenic sissified ass, motherflunking darnit, but I found that to be very heart-warming and endearing.
I myself used to be an out-of-control teenager with no fear for authority. There were many moments in the past when I literally cussed out probation & police officers, not to mention district judges! That’s in fact kind of the reason I suck up to law enforcement so much nowadays—to make up for my past.
You know, I don’t mind the media’s coverage of Miss Lohan. It’s annoying, but the media is a capitalist business, and though its main goal is to convey meaningful news, they still harbor the right to choose what is and what isn’t worthy of their outlet. What I don’t like are the the responses to this story. I don’t mind jokes because I myself am a joker-maker, but I do find it disturbing when people make hateful and ignorant statements that they actually mean.
Anyway. Back to O’Reilly. The problem is that I’m now tempted to tune in and watch his show on Fox. Since I’m a staunch liberal, the prospect of watching him scares me in that it makes me feel as if I’m about to sell my soul to the devil. I want to learn more about him and his stance on issues, but I don’t want to betray my ideology.
But see, that’s the problem with ideology—it’s easy to get caught up in it. For instance, though deep inside I support most of the anti-illegal-immigration rhetoric from Arizona, I nonetheless find myself murmuring “fricken conservative slime” every time I read conservative comments in regard to the situation. I guess I don’t want to be associated with the purported ‘enemy.’
Now look, I’m a koolaid drinker. I was raised to drink koolaid, I drink koolaid and I will always drink koolaid. But to be quite blunt, sometimes I don’t mind taking a sip or two of ya’lls bitter conservative tea. It ain’t as good as koolaid, let alone some black coffee, but it’s nice to have some variety. Feel me?
It’s Either Monogamy or the Highway
They say monogamy isn’t natural. Regardless, I surely believe in it! Speaking of which, my future wife BEST NOT ever cheat on me!
"Men's testicles are far larger than those of any monogamous or polygynous primate,” they said.
Yah... large enough to be used as a slapping device!
Wife Swap
You want to know why I love this show? I love it because it proves that everyone—no matter how ignorant or foolish they may seem—has something positive to offer! However, I have more faith in the advice of a woman versus a dumbass man!
So anyway. Tonight’s episode pitted a swamp-ape-monster-chasing white family versus a black family of 5 kids who focus only on their rapping, 9-year-old son, Lil Chris.
Instead of intellectualizing about the episode, I’m instead going to make a joke. But I want to warn you that it’s not meant to be racial. It’s instead a jab at monster hunters AND corrupt politicians.
OMG! I THINK I FOUND THE SWAMP APE!
Oh wait…
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It’s just Rangel!
Advice to Kids
I’m 28, and yet even I sometimes accidentally raise my voice when speaking with my parents. I’m only human and hey, they’re only the most annoying people on this fricken planet. The key, however, is that I ALWAYS apologize for it. Just earlier today, I got frustrated with my father and raised my voice. About 20 minutes after the phone conversation had ended, I sent him an email to apologize. It’s as simple as that.
Now look, I’m able to get away with things like raising my voice because I’m a grownup. Some of you kids out there might want to check yoself before you wreck yourself, though. Regardless, the point is that you need to show your parents the respect they are due. But in case you do screw up, which is likely to happen many times during your life, be prepared to apologize and take responsibility.
Because quite frankly, I have no respect for people—young or grown—who don’t have respect for their parents! And that’s real!
Mind you, if your parents are crackheads, that’s a TOTALLY different story!
Forget Holy Oil; It’s Time for Holy Lotion
I love the Michael Baisden Show. Though he covers a plethora of serious topics, I tune in mainly for the comedic material. This week in particular proved very fruitful. For one, they spoke about the idea of hosting ‘spin the bible’ classes for church. I say let’s gon’ head with it! Instead of dipping your hand in holy oil, it’s time to dip your hand in holy lotion! We call it JC Jelly!
This week they also spoke about men who can’t keep up with their woman. Now see… Why it always gotta be the man’s fault? What about a woman that can’t keep up with a guy? Yo, I’m like the Road Runner and ya'll Wile. E. Coyote women ain't got enough dynamite in yo draws to catch me, baby! You best believe it!
I wanted to put Jesus's face on Brian and change it to Jesus Christ jelly time, but I didn't feel like spending 2+ hours in Photoshop. I'm not very graphically inclined!
The Definition of Uribe
When you bribe someone to give you their drug-free urine so you can pass your probation drug test.
Used in a sentence: Yo... I uribed that dude down the street and passed my drug test!
Spam-Busters, Biatch!
The spam stopped early this week, but then abruptly began again around approximately 7am this morning. Thankfully, I’ve discovered a perfect solution. Instead of trying to filter out spam, I instead filter out the addresses that I know aren’t spam. This way if I’m in a hurry, I can quickly check my Spam-Free Inbox for important messages from my Mom, Dad or bosses. And then at the end of the day, I just quickly peruse the spam folder to ensure I didn’t miss anything important. Genius, aye?
Beware Long-Term Brain Damage
I like reality TV. It's entertaining—even Jerry Springer. But I don't have the time to watch it on a frequent basis. In fact, it's a luxury I save for one of those rare days I get off from work. The truth is that reality TV is like drugs in that you should watch it in MODERATION, at best. Anymore and you risk suffering serious brain damage.
Living Healthy Counts
Here are some tips for living better.
If you’re going to have a snack before a meal, make sure it’s extremely light and very healthy—such as a piece of fruit. More importantly, please eat at least 3 meals a day, if not 5 or 6. By spreading out your meals, you maintain a correct metabolism and also keep your body adequetly supplied with nutrients and protein.
Never associate hunger pain with weight loss. If you are so hungry that you’re in pain, then you’re burning muscle! The only true and tried way to remove fat is to work out hard. I recommend you first do a muscular routine, during which time your body will deplete its sugar supply. Immediately go jogging afterward. Putting your body in a state of high stress when you’re sugar-depleted forces it to rely on fat instead of muscle for energy. I don’t know why this is, but I was told it by a scientist fellow I once met.
The Femi-Nazi Invasion
Men, we are approaching a time of war, for our beloved TV-Land is being taken over by women. First came ‘Hot in Cleveland,’ which we allowed simply due to the presence of the lovely Betty White. But now they’re planning to launch the Nanny, and in a month comes ‘She’s Got the Look.’ Good God… what’s next? ‘Meet my Vagina’!? This has to stop. I urge all TV-Land fans with a penis—including lesbians with a strap-on—to immediately phone TV-Land and DEMAND a stop to the Femi-Nazi invasion!
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PS - By the way, I heard about an event tomorrow called “Raleigh Wide Open”… All I got to say is SPREAD THEM LEGS n GET IT ON, RALEIGH! Gon’ wit yo bad selves!
PS #2 – I’m beyond impressed by young rap sensation CJ Dippa. This week he really proved himself a young man with great intelligence and even greater talent! What’s funny is that the young playa know more about Bollywood than my Inyan ass does, roflol. Now that’s the type of gangsta I respect! Intelligent, multi-cultural, can write AND can dance! WHOOP, THERE IT IS!
PS #3 – I also really enjoyed Lil Chris from Wife Swap!
PS #4 – I gave my dog a LITTLE bit of beer, but she loves it so much she’s begging for me. Uhhh… I don’t think so! This shit is expensive, YOUNG LADY! So sit your ass down and behave yourself!
PS #5 - It seems that I blog better when I work harder during the week. It's as if the hard work keeps my mind and body fresh!
PS #6 - My favorite thing about my dog. She literally smiles! Whenever she's happy, she opens her mouth!!! So I can tell if she's happy or not! I LOVE IT! YAYYYYYY!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
UnOfficial Feel Good Friday | Get Off (Foxy)
Here it is. Feel Good but Really Hot Friday.
Honestly, this has been a long and stressful week, and I just don’t have anything too important to say. I’m hoping drinking lots of beer will help alleviate all the stress and reawaken my creativity. Worst-case scenario, maybe Jon Stewart’s return next week will help re-stimulate my humor boner!
So I'm sorry if I disappoint, but I just am NOT feeling it this week AT ALL. A BUNCH of brilliant ideas came to me last night as I was falling asleep, but they evaporated like water into air. Sighs. I wish I had memory chips in my brain so that when those moments occur, I can store all the thoughts for later analysis. FYI - I would have NO PROBLEM with becoming a cyborg!
Anyway.
This has been a very metableakicist (courtesy of the Colbert Nation Word Generator) week, especially in regard to the situation that transpired in regard to Miss Sherry Sherrod. I’m just glad the whole situation resolved itself.
Roland Martin
I’m also glad as all hell that I’m not Roland Martin! I watched in glee as he stumbled about like a handicapped man on his facebook page this week. He spent the first half of the week defending his stance, while he spent the second half apologizing for it. It’s funny to me because I realize how lucky I am that I’m not famous and successful.
Truth be told, unlike Mr. Martin, I’m not held accountable for what I say! The reason is because you don’t know who I am. You might think you do, but you can’t prove it! This means I can say whatever I want, like NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA! Can you imagine if Roland said that? Now let’s put that a sentence: That NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA stole my bike! (Anyone see the PrimeTime bit tonight about car vandalism by youths?)
If I were as famous as Roland Martin, Al Sharpton would be at my door with Don King by his side coaxing him, saying, “Get him, Al!” And as a lightweight Asian man with no fighting skills whatsoever, big ol’ Al is a man that I certainly do not want to fight! I guess my point is that though my writing brings about no benefits—like fame, success and fans—at least I can say what I want, when I want, without having to worry about being rebuked or beat up by the Rev.
I do nevertheless apologize for using the N word like that, but I’m quite fond of it! And daps to Roland for making it through this week. It was rough, but he managed to get through it and even put out a superb column—though in all honesty it pales in comparison to what Keith Olbermann said!!! Regardless, that’s my BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Questions/Answers
Since I don’t have anything else to say, I’m going to run down the best comments I made this week in a question/answer format.
How can the Republicans attract minorities?
In accordance with Feel Good Friday—a day that demands we release our stress and embrace happiness—I say the Republicans should throw a national COOKOUT! I said it, I said as heck did! Seeing uptight Republicans chowin' down on a wing as BBQ sauce drips down their chins would at the very least cast them in a human light. You know, sometimes it takes the simplest thing to bring people together. If the Republicans stopped talking so much shit and instead just let their guard down and showed some humanity, we Liberals might not hate them as much as we do! (I admit it... I'm a CRH -- Conservative Republican Hater -- and I will be attending meetings for it starting next week!)
Wouldn’t allowing the mosque to be built be a slap in the face to all those who lost their lives?
Not allowing this mosque to be built would be a slap in the face to all who lost their lives, because it would mean that they lost their lives in vain—as the terrorists would have won by taking away our spirit of freedom and liberty for all. And don't you dare compare us to another country. We are one of a kind… a nation where everyone has equal rights. Trying to compare America to a Middle Eastern nation is like comparing apples to oranges. If you want to play that game, then go ahead and burn the flag, because you have clearly already either given up on or just choose to ignore the very tenets of our country!
Do you keep nude pictures of your ex GIRL-friend?
To be honest, I have like 20 half-nude pics of my one and only X. I show them off to every girl I meet to prove two things:
#1. I'm not gay.
#2. I'm not a virgin.
What’s the difference between hiphop and rap?
Hiphop is the overall culture, which encompasses everything from Tupac to Rick Ross to Soulja Boy. Rap is the actual art form of precise lyrical delivery, which includes only a few notables like Common, Pac, Biggie and some others.
Regardless, it’s all hiphop. You may or may not like a certain sub-set of the hiphop genre, but hiphop is hiphop. So either quit intellectualizing and start shaking your ass & dreads, or just go listen to something you do fancy. Either way, just STFU and dance, bitch!
Why do older women think they still look like they did when they were young?
Indeed! It’s the very definition of delusion! “I’m 70 and I look like I’m 17!” No… you’re 70 and look like you’re 7, in that most of your dayum teeth ain’t in!
Is Mel Gibson racist?
I don't believe Mel is a racist. I think he just has anger issues, because when I get mad, I'll say some smack too. I'll talk about your mother, your grandmother, your dead great-grandmother, your aunt who has cancer, your mentally challenged son AND your diabetic dog, not to mention your daughter who happens to be dating a BLACK GUY (like what’s up with that, bro?!).
Finally, what type of women do you date and what type of women don’t you date?
I don't date women from Condom, France. I only date women from Morehead!
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That’s it. Just not feeling it this week!
PS – I still trade Forex, but the account is very low. I’ll never give up on it, but I do pay less attention to it nowadays.
PS #2 – I’m teaching myself the art of copywriting via a few GREAT books I got off Amazon. The key is to either get a better writing job OR start earning residual income on the side by selling Clickbank products.
PS #3 – I had a bunch of funny ideas/thoughts in my head last night, but I didn’t write them down and well, they evaporated like water! I HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS!
PS #4 – Talk about a 187 on Fox News!
AND NOOO I’m not going to hurt anyone. I was looking for a Chappelle gif of when he skeeted with that detergent bottle in the laundry mat (to go with the song title), but instead ran into this gif and thought it’d fit this portion of my post perfectly. I still wish I would have been able to find that skeet animation, though! Eh well!
Honestly, this has been a long and stressful week, and I just don’t have anything too important to say. I’m hoping drinking lots of beer will help alleviate all the stress and reawaken my creativity. Worst-case scenario, maybe Jon Stewart’s return next week will help re-stimulate my humor boner!
So I'm sorry if I disappoint, but I just am NOT feeling it this week AT ALL. A BUNCH of brilliant ideas came to me last night as I was falling asleep, but they evaporated like water into air. Sighs. I wish I had memory chips in my brain so that when those moments occur, I can store all the thoughts for later analysis. FYI - I would have NO PROBLEM with becoming a cyborg!
Anyway.
This has been a very metableakicist (courtesy of the Colbert Nation Word Generator) week, especially in regard to the situation that transpired in regard to Miss Sherry Sherrod. I’m just glad the whole situation resolved itself.
Roland Martin
I’m also glad as all hell that I’m not Roland Martin! I watched in glee as he stumbled about like a handicapped man on his facebook page this week. He spent the first half of the week defending his stance, while he spent the second half apologizing for it. It’s funny to me because I realize how lucky I am that I’m not famous and successful.
Truth be told, unlike Mr. Martin, I’m not held accountable for what I say! The reason is because you don’t know who I am. You might think you do, but you can’t prove it! This means I can say whatever I want, like NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA! Can you imagine if Roland said that? Now let’s put that a sentence: That NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA stole my bike! (Anyone see the PrimeTime bit tonight about car vandalism by youths?)
If I were as famous as Roland Martin, Al Sharpton would be at my door with Don King by his side coaxing him, saying, “Get him, Al!” And as a lightweight Asian man with no fighting skills whatsoever, big ol’ Al is a man that I certainly do not want to fight! I guess my point is that though my writing brings about no benefits—like fame, success and fans—at least I can say what I want, when I want, without having to worry about being rebuked or beat up by the Rev.
I do nevertheless apologize for using the N word like that, but I’m quite fond of it! And daps to Roland for making it through this week. It was rough, but he managed to get through it and even put out a superb column—though in all honesty it pales in comparison to what Keith Olbermann said!!! Regardless, that’s my BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Questions/Answers
Since I don’t have anything else to say, I’m going to run down the best comments I made this week in a question/answer format.
How can the Republicans attract minorities?
In accordance with Feel Good Friday—a day that demands we release our stress and embrace happiness—I say the Republicans should throw a national COOKOUT! I said it, I said as heck did! Seeing uptight Republicans chowin' down on a wing as BBQ sauce drips down their chins would at the very least cast them in a human light. You know, sometimes it takes the simplest thing to bring people together. If the Republicans stopped talking so much shit and instead just let their guard down and showed some humanity, we Liberals might not hate them as much as we do! (I admit it... I'm a CRH -- Conservative Republican Hater -- and I will be attending meetings for it starting next week!)
Wouldn’t allowing the mosque to be built be a slap in the face to all those who lost their lives?
Not allowing this mosque to be built would be a slap in the face to all who lost their lives, because it would mean that they lost their lives in vain—as the terrorists would have won by taking away our spirit of freedom and liberty for all. And don't you dare compare us to another country. We are one of a kind… a nation where everyone has equal rights. Trying to compare America to a Middle Eastern nation is like comparing apples to oranges. If you want to play that game, then go ahead and burn the flag, because you have clearly already either given up on or just choose to ignore the very tenets of our country!
Do you keep nude pictures of your ex GIRL-friend?
To be honest, I have like 20 half-nude pics of my one and only X. I show them off to every girl I meet to prove two things:
#1. I'm not gay.
#2. I'm not a virgin.
What’s the difference between hiphop and rap?
Hiphop is the overall culture, which encompasses everything from Tupac to Rick Ross to Soulja Boy. Rap is the actual art form of precise lyrical delivery, which includes only a few notables like Common, Pac, Biggie and some others.
Regardless, it’s all hiphop. You may or may not like a certain sub-set of the hiphop genre, but hiphop is hiphop. So either quit intellectualizing and start shaking your ass & dreads, or just go listen to something you do fancy. Either way, just STFU and dance, bitch!
Why do older women think they still look like they did when they were young?
Indeed! It’s the very definition of delusion! “I’m 70 and I look like I’m 17!” No… you’re 70 and look like you’re 7, in that most of your dayum teeth ain’t in!
Is Mel Gibson racist?
I don't believe Mel is a racist. I think he just has anger issues, because when I get mad, I'll say some smack too. I'll talk about your mother, your grandmother, your dead great-grandmother, your aunt who has cancer, your mentally challenged son AND your diabetic dog, not to mention your daughter who happens to be dating a BLACK GUY (like what’s up with that, bro?!).
Finally, what type of women do you date and what type of women don’t you date?
I don't date women from Condom, France. I only date women from Morehead!
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That’s it. Just not feeling it this week!
PS – I still trade Forex, but the account is very low. I’ll never give up on it, but I do pay less attention to it nowadays.
PS #2 – I’m teaching myself the art of copywriting via a few GREAT books I got off Amazon. The key is to either get a better writing job OR start earning residual income on the side by selling Clickbank products.
PS #3 – I had a bunch of funny ideas/thoughts in my head last night, but I didn’t write them down and well, they evaporated like water! I HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS!
PS #4 – Talk about a 187 on Fox News!
AND NOOO I’m not going to hurt anyone. I was looking for a Chappelle gif of when he skeeted with that detergent bottle in the laundry mat (to go with the song title), but instead ran into this gif and thought it’d fit this portion of my post perfectly. I still wish I would have been able to find that skeet animation, though! Eh well!
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Friday, July 17th | Dukey Stick (George Duke)
I like this song, but what the bloody hell is a DUKEY STICK!? I’m honestly scared to find out!
Anyway. Thank God it’s Friday. Hope you all had a great week and are ready for an even greater weekend!
The Plight of the Geek
G4 host Olivia Munn was recently hired as a correspondent for the Daily Show. Ever since her arrival on set, however, there’s been a storm of controversy brewing. In particular, many people claim that the self-professed geek is in fact a charlatan. That however is merely one of the 100s or so claims that have been filed against her. Today, I will attempt to refute the most common ones.
“Olivia Munn is just a poser! She’s not a real geek,” wrote one hater.
First of all, nobody pretends to be a geek! That’s like a guy pretending to have a small penis. “Hey Ladies…. I have a small dick! That’s just fricken retarded, man! Excuse my language, but the sad truth is that niggaz is born like this, son! We don’t just choose to wake up one morning, put on a trekkie outfit and cook some gagh. It’s in our genes, mayne! Suffice it to say, Olivia was born a geek and will always be one—just like me.
“She’s so awkward! She’s an embarrassment to all geeks,” wrote another hater.
I admit that Olivia’s comedic style is more awkward than a cafeteria lady in a Microsoft commercial trying to explain how Windows 7 was her idea because she’s a PC. (FYI, you’re not a personal computer, but your food does taste like a piece of crap) However, all true geeks, dorks and nerds are awkward. In fact, that’s one of our most defining personality traits!
“She doesn’t know anything about gadgets,” complained a third hater.
Being a geek doesn’t mean one must be preoccupied with gadgets or the inner workings of a computer. In general, geeks and their brethren—like the Japanese Otaku, for instance—are preoccupied or obsessed with a variety of different subjects, including but not limited to computers, Star Trek, pornography or even Hello fricken Kitty (I hate that whore!). So long as the object of their affection has nothing whatsoever to do with MTV, the mall or Lindsey Lohan, they’re a geek!
“I just don’t like her,” murmured yet another hater.
Look, Jon Stewart aka the God of man, woman, dog, cat, dung, nipple and vaginal hair—every God screws up now and again—approves of her. Therefore, I approve of her as well, and so should you!
Finally, some Femi-Nazi wrote, “It's embarrassing and disturbing to have our gender represented by vapid twits whose only appeal is sexual. It sets back womankind in general."
Look you vapid & unshaven twat, it's better that a genuine, sincere and true-to-heart woman represent your kind, versus a stuck-up hag like you who obviously (excuse my ghetto-ness) needs to GET HER SUM DICK. Uh Huh, I said it, sister—FINGA SNAP, HEAD BOB, and GANG SIGN. You know what, Hello fricken Kitty has just been replaced by YOU on my Most Hated List! Congratulations.... whore!
The bottom line is that Olivia is a beautiful, intelligent and awkward geek with a big heart and a great sense of humor. If you don’t like it, then kiss the ass of the 1,000,000 or so proud geeks who got her back! And oh yeah, don’t let the dork *cough I mean door* hit you on the way out, haha (inside joke).
They’re missing the I Think I'm Black Geek…. HURUMPH!
Inyans
Dr. Rahul K. Parikh got all offended and wrote a rather lengthy rant & rave this week in regard to a Joel Stein article. I used to read Time—now I prefer the Economist—so I’m well aware of Joel and his writing style. With that in mind, I took no offense whatsoever to his article. Therefore, it’s time for an official rebuttal.
Personally I find Joel Stein to be ridiculously intelligent, witty and funny. Moreover, he meant no harm with his piece. Added to that, he picks on EVERYBODY! If you want to be a true American, you must be willing to take the heat. That's what is so beautiful about this country—we'll all targets, man! There are no dictator-type rules forbidding writers and comedians from making you, Allah, Jesus or even myself their next victim.
You know, I tend to distance myself from most other Indian Americans because they come off as way too uptight. The irony is that I was teased endlessly during my last visit to India because I dress and choose to live my life differently than the conventional Indian. Did I whine about it, though? Not at all. I laughed it off because it's all love, man. I don't even let the Indian cashier at the local Walmart bug me when he mean-mugs me for not staying true to what he deems are 'correct' Indian values ;-).
The bottom line is that America is a free nation where everyone is an equal target ;-). Speaking of which, your farts stink @ Mr. Parikh! So stop eating so much curry chicken, you dot-head!
Seriously though, I totally understand Mr. Parikh’s response, but I sincerely hope that he realizes that Joel truly meant no harm. It was all in fun and humor. We need not get all riled up over things that weren’t even meant to offend. There’s a big difference between a white guy on “Russell Simmons Presents Stand-Up at the El Rey “ talking about black people’s love for chicken, versus Rush Limbaugh labeling George Steinbrenner a 'cracker' because he's hired a lot of African Americans. Get it?
Fanatics
Something small but serious just cuz…
Fanatics can be found among the members of any ideological group or movement, including Tea Party members, Christians, atheists and even environmentalists. We got Christian nutballs throwing a hissy fit over mosques in America, while we got PETA pocket pussies whining every time we down a yummy KFC sammich (crunch crunch gulp swallow). By the way, I HATE to make fun of PETA because I do respect them, but that ‘peta pocket pussy’ joke was GOLD, baby, GOLD, and I just had to share it!
The reason I bring this up is because I truly feel that each group—even the dreaded Tea Party—has its share of BOTH intellectuals and nitwits. There was a post this week on CNN about fascinating new deepwater ocean life, for instance, and a debate between a Tea Party member and non-Party members ensued. And well, I found the well-crafted and well-researched arguments presented by the Tea Party member to be quite insightful. It proved to me that not everyone affiliated with the Tea Party movement is a total nutcase—though I will NEVER stop making jokes about them, lol.
Anyway. On the flip side, even supposedly “intellectually superior” atheists have their fair share of retards among them. It seems like every religious article that pops up on the net immediately draws out a huge crowd of fanatical atheists bent on proving the purported stupidity and uselessness of religion. Do you really think accusing people of being “ignoramuses that worship a fairy-tale character” is a positive and intellectual way of presenting your arguments? I mean come on now.
Sighs. Can’t we just agree to disagree for a change? No matter how much Christians and atheists bicker among themselves, they will NEVER manage to convert each other. Doing that would require that person A cares about what person B thinks, and person B cares about what person A thinks. And well, as person C, I don’t give a shit about what either one of them think!
Anyway. I thought I’d throw in something serious to fill in space and make this post look longer.
Avoiding Children
So I have a dog, right? And well, when I’m walking her, kids sometimes ask me if they can pet her. I don’t want to be rude to them, so I let her. The good thing is that she’s a docile little whore that’ll lick anyone’s hands. Hell, she even licked the pizza delivery guy’s hands tonight. Fricken slut.
Anyway. I’m scared about dealing with children. I don’t want to be that creepy guy, but I also don’t want to be rude. While they pet her, I usually just stay quiet, unless they ask a question, in which case I answer it. Once they’re done, I go on with my business as usual. Truth is that I don’t really know how to speak to children. My mind is just so adult-oriented that I don’t want to risk saying something inappropriate.
I sincerely hope that becoming a father one day endows me with the ability to better understand and communicate with kids. Mind you, I don’t plan on having kids until I’m at least 35, assuming I find a woman who’s willing to be impregnated by my seamen. Mind you, they ain’t strong enough to collect oil, but they sure as hell got enough in them to punch a hole through an egg—or so I hope! (DRILL, BABY, DRILL!)
Anywho….
** Pretend there’s a picture here of a little sperm guy wearing a yellow helmet as he operates a drill. And from the sky is a voice box saying, “YOU CAN DO IT, SKIPPY!” **
Primetime Television
Tonight was especially hardcore: an awesome Wifeswap followed by a terrific What Would You Do followed by a uh… ‘groovy’ Dateline. Phew. Talk about fun times, man! (I’m being sarcastic, but I really did quite enjoy myself.)
Wife Swap was off the chain tonight! Speaking of which, mud racing looks hella hella fun! By the same token, I could DEFINITELY use some etiquette training.
As for PrimeTime, it was truly a pleasure to watch white people stand up against racism! I just want to give a random white person a big ol’ hug right now!
And Dateline blew me away with its social experiments. This was by far my most favorite hour!
Thank you ABC and NBC for keeping me literally smiling in glee for three hours tonight! I had a fricken blast! And I sincerely mean that!
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Well that’s it. Maybe I’ll have more to say once I’m drunk out of my fragernackle mind.
PS – Stupid ass dog loves to spread out her craps. Instead of crapping once, she’ll crap three times during one walk. It’s like OOH A PIECE OF CANDY, LEMME TAKE A SHIT! OOH ANOTHER PIECE OF CANDY, LEMME TAKE ANOTHER SHIT. OOH YET ANOTHER PIECE OF CANDY, LEMME TAKE YET ANOTHER SHIT. Just take one dump you ass. By the time she hit her third crapper this afternoon, I was out of bags & toilet paper, and well… I had to fricken improvise.
PS #2 – July 20th the God returns…….. RICK ROSS….. B.M.F.! DEF JAM!
PS #3 – A look at America’s Education System:
I don’t know about ya’ll, but I’m getting a little turned on. JUST KIDDING, you fricken PETA pocket pussies! Haha… peta pocket pussies…. Haha, I’m fricken funny, DUDE!
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Anyway. Thank God it’s Friday. Hope you all had a great week and are ready for an even greater weekend!
The Plight of the Geek
G4 host Olivia Munn was recently hired as a correspondent for the Daily Show. Ever since her arrival on set, however, there’s been a storm of controversy brewing. In particular, many people claim that the self-professed geek is in fact a charlatan. That however is merely one of the 100s or so claims that have been filed against her. Today, I will attempt to refute the most common ones.
“Olivia Munn is just a poser! She’s not a real geek,” wrote one hater.
First of all, nobody pretends to be a geek! That’s like a guy pretending to have a small penis. “Hey Ladies…. I have a small dick! That’s just fricken retarded, man! Excuse my language, but the sad truth is that niggaz is born like this, son! We don’t just choose to wake up one morning, put on a trekkie outfit and cook some gagh. It’s in our genes, mayne! Suffice it to say, Olivia was born a geek and will always be one—just like me.
“She’s so awkward! She’s an embarrassment to all geeks,” wrote another hater.
I admit that Olivia’s comedic style is more awkward than a cafeteria lady in a Microsoft commercial trying to explain how Windows 7 was her idea because she’s a PC. (FYI, you’re not a personal computer, but your food does taste like a piece of crap) However, all true geeks, dorks and nerds are awkward. In fact, that’s one of our most defining personality traits!
“She doesn’t know anything about gadgets,” complained a third hater.
Being a geek doesn’t mean one must be preoccupied with gadgets or the inner workings of a computer. In general, geeks and their brethren—like the Japanese Otaku, for instance—are preoccupied or obsessed with a variety of different subjects, including but not limited to computers, Star Trek, pornography or even Hello fricken Kitty (I hate that whore!). So long as the object of their affection has nothing whatsoever to do with MTV, the mall or Lindsey Lohan, they’re a geek!
“I just don’t like her,” murmured yet another hater.
Look, Jon Stewart aka the God of man, woman, dog, cat, dung, nipple and vaginal hair—every God screws up now and again—approves of her. Therefore, I approve of her as well, and so should you!
Finally, some Femi-Nazi wrote, “It's embarrassing and disturbing to have our gender represented by vapid twits whose only appeal is sexual. It sets back womankind in general."
Look you vapid & unshaven twat, it's better that a genuine, sincere and true-to-heart woman represent your kind, versus a stuck-up hag like you who obviously (excuse my ghetto-ness) needs to GET HER SUM DICK. Uh Huh, I said it, sister—FINGA SNAP, HEAD BOB, and GANG SIGN. You know what, Hello fricken Kitty has just been replaced by YOU on my Most Hated List! Congratulations.... whore!
The bottom line is that Olivia is a beautiful, intelligent and awkward geek with a big heart and a great sense of humor. If you don’t like it, then kiss the ass of the 1,000,000 or so proud geeks who got her back! And oh yeah, don’t let the dork *cough I mean door* hit you on the way out, haha (inside joke).
They’re missing the I Think I'm Black Geek…. HURUMPH!
Inyans
Dr. Rahul K. Parikh got all offended and wrote a rather lengthy rant & rave this week in regard to a Joel Stein article. I used to read Time—now I prefer the Economist—so I’m well aware of Joel and his writing style. With that in mind, I took no offense whatsoever to his article. Therefore, it’s time for an official rebuttal.
Personally I find Joel Stein to be ridiculously intelligent, witty and funny. Moreover, he meant no harm with his piece. Added to that, he picks on EVERYBODY! If you want to be a true American, you must be willing to take the heat. That's what is so beautiful about this country—we'll all targets, man! There are no dictator-type rules forbidding writers and comedians from making you, Allah, Jesus or even myself their next victim.
You know, I tend to distance myself from most other Indian Americans because they come off as way too uptight. The irony is that I was teased endlessly during my last visit to India because I dress and choose to live my life differently than the conventional Indian. Did I whine about it, though? Not at all. I laughed it off because it's all love, man. I don't even let the Indian cashier at the local Walmart bug me when he mean-mugs me for not staying true to what he deems are 'correct' Indian values ;-).
The bottom line is that America is a free nation where everyone is an equal target ;-). Speaking of which, your farts stink @ Mr. Parikh! So stop eating so much curry chicken, you dot-head!
Seriously though, I totally understand Mr. Parikh’s response, but I sincerely hope that he realizes that Joel truly meant no harm. It was all in fun and humor. We need not get all riled up over things that weren’t even meant to offend. There’s a big difference between a white guy on “Russell Simmons Presents Stand-Up at the El Rey “ talking about black people’s love for chicken, versus Rush Limbaugh labeling George Steinbrenner a 'cracker' because he's hired a lot of African Americans. Get it?
Fanatics
Something small but serious just cuz…
Fanatics can be found among the members of any ideological group or movement, including Tea Party members, Christians, atheists and even environmentalists. We got Christian nutballs throwing a hissy fit over mosques in America, while we got PETA pocket pussies whining every time we down a yummy KFC sammich (crunch crunch gulp swallow). By the way, I HATE to make fun of PETA because I do respect them, but that ‘peta pocket pussy’ joke was GOLD, baby, GOLD, and I just had to share it!
The reason I bring this up is because I truly feel that each group—even the dreaded Tea Party—has its share of BOTH intellectuals and nitwits. There was a post this week on CNN about fascinating new deepwater ocean life, for instance, and a debate between a Tea Party member and non-Party members ensued. And well, I found the well-crafted and well-researched arguments presented by the Tea Party member to be quite insightful. It proved to me that not everyone affiliated with the Tea Party movement is a total nutcase—though I will NEVER stop making jokes about them, lol.
Anyway. On the flip side, even supposedly “intellectually superior” atheists have their fair share of retards among them. It seems like every religious article that pops up on the net immediately draws out a huge crowd of fanatical atheists bent on proving the purported stupidity and uselessness of religion. Do you really think accusing people of being “ignoramuses that worship a fairy-tale character” is a positive and intellectual way of presenting your arguments? I mean come on now.
Sighs. Can’t we just agree to disagree for a change? No matter how much Christians and atheists bicker among themselves, they will NEVER manage to convert each other. Doing that would require that person A cares about what person B thinks, and person B cares about what person A thinks. And well, as person C, I don’t give a shit about what either one of them think!
Anyway. I thought I’d throw in something serious to fill in space and make this post look longer.
Avoiding Children
So I have a dog, right? And well, when I’m walking her, kids sometimes ask me if they can pet her. I don’t want to be rude to them, so I let her. The good thing is that she’s a docile little whore that’ll lick anyone’s hands. Hell, she even licked the pizza delivery guy’s hands tonight. Fricken slut.
Anyway. I’m scared about dealing with children. I don’t want to be that creepy guy, but I also don’t want to be rude. While they pet her, I usually just stay quiet, unless they ask a question, in which case I answer it. Once they’re done, I go on with my business as usual. Truth is that I don’t really know how to speak to children. My mind is just so adult-oriented that I don’t want to risk saying something inappropriate.
I sincerely hope that becoming a father one day endows me with the ability to better understand and communicate with kids. Mind you, I don’t plan on having kids until I’m at least 35, assuming I find a woman who’s willing to be impregnated by my seamen. Mind you, they ain’t strong enough to collect oil, but they sure as hell got enough in them to punch a hole through an egg—or so I hope! (DRILL, BABY, DRILL!)
Anywho….
** Pretend there’s a picture here of a little sperm guy wearing a yellow helmet as he operates a drill. And from the sky is a voice box saying, “YOU CAN DO IT, SKIPPY!” **
Primetime Television
Tonight was especially hardcore: an awesome Wifeswap followed by a terrific What Would You Do followed by a uh… ‘groovy’ Dateline. Phew. Talk about fun times, man! (I’m being sarcastic, but I really did quite enjoy myself.)
Wife Swap was off the chain tonight! Speaking of which, mud racing looks hella hella fun! By the same token, I could DEFINITELY use some etiquette training.
As for PrimeTime, it was truly a pleasure to watch white people stand up against racism! I just want to give a random white person a big ol’ hug right now!
And Dateline blew me away with its social experiments. This was by far my most favorite hour!
Thank you ABC and NBC for keeping me literally smiling in glee for three hours tonight! I had a fricken blast! And I sincerely mean that!
--
Well that’s it. Maybe I’ll have more to say once I’m drunk out of my fragernackle mind.
PS – Stupid ass dog loves to spread out her craps. Instead of crapping once, she’ll crap three times during one walk. It’s like OOH A PIECE OF CANDY, LEMME TAKE A SHIT! OOH ANOTHER PIECE OF CANDY, LEMME TAKE ANOTHER SHIT. OOH YET ANOTHER PIECE OF CANDY, LEMME TAKE YET ANOTHER SHIT. Just take one dump you ass. By the time she hit her third crapper this afternoon, I was out of bags & toilet paper, and well… I had to fricken improvise.
PS #2 – July 20th the God returns…….. RICK ROSS….. B.M.F.! DEF JAM!
PS #3 – A look at America’s Education System:
I don’t know about ya’ll, but I’m getting a little turned on. JUST KIDDING, you fricken PETA pocket pussies! Haha… peta pocket pussies…. Haha, I’m fricken funny, DUDE!
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