SO, a thought occurred to me on funnyjunk today with the prickish 12 year old community wanting more achievements for an already cancer filed site mainly regarding this post, here's my opinion:
You fucking kids nowadays always want achievements for the simplest of tasks, its the only way to keep you interested in anything anymore because your mother and father's lack of praise in their parenting makes stupid blocks of text next to your name seem like a vicarious way of getting their approval. Howabout you and all your Xbox Live junkie friends go get the achievement for fucking yourselves, this month only the points are worth double
Another terribad update
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Fashion Police Firin' Lazzorz Beamz
SO, with my visit to the first day of summer classes at CSU I encountered a lot of new people, things, cultures... holy shit there are a lot of fucked up people in Cleveland. But anyway, this just really brings me to my main point of people wearing the stupidest fucking clothes and outfits imaginable - well to me at least, they are unimaginable because I could never think of wearing black jean short that go to your shin with a leopard skin vest over a red shirt. Anyhow, here's a short list of clothes with pictures embedded that I really wish Americans would stop wearing:
Uggs
The two things I automatically think about when I see a girl sporting these nasty shag shoes
1: Slut
2: Idiot who paid way too much for fake fur
Jean Shorts
Chances are we have never talked if I have seen you wearing these since they are one of the many choices of apparel often sported by child rapists and 8 year old boys which actually have a lot in common
Technical Tees (Cut-Offs)
No. Seriously never. People shouldn't be wearing these in the gym, or on the field or whatever let alone in public.
Sequined Apparel
The fastest way to determine if someone is a stupid black chick or stupid black chick wannabe is if they own these
Crocs
If you still wear these the probability of us ever hanging out is slim to none
Puffy Vests
These were never cool. Also, they don't keep you warm with half your body exposed. And hopefully you never rub up against anything hotter than 110 degrees or the fucking plastic will melt and you'll have fake goose feather cotton balls exploding out of it
Shants
You probably belong at an ICP concert or shooting crips in a back alley if you've ever thought about owning these
What a fucking gay update. I am such a woman for making this
Uggs
The two things I automatically think about when I see a girl sporting these nasty shag shoes
1: Slut
2: Idiot who paid way too much for fake fur
Jean Shorts
Chances are we have never talked if I have seen you wearing these since they are one of the many choices of apparel often sported by child rapists and 8 year old boys which actually have a lot in common
Technical Tees (Cut-Offs)
No. Seriously never. People shouldn't be wearing these in the gym, or on the field or whatever let alone in public.
Sequined Apparel
The fastest way to determine if someone is a stupid black chick or stupid black chick wannabe is if they own these
Crocs
If you still wear these the probability of us ever hanging out is slim to none
Puffy Vests
These were never cool. Also, they don't keep you warm with half your body exposed. And hopefully you never rub up against anything hotter than 110 degrees or the fucking plastic will melt and you'll have fake goose feather cotton balls exploding out of it
Shants
You probably belong at an ICP concert or shooting crips in a back alley if you've ever thought about owning these
What a fucking gay update. I am such a woman for making this
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Gotta Get Me Some Alligator Ice
SO, I was sipping on some Georgia Peach Alligator Ice® when I got to thinking that I needed to rant about some shit that's been going on in my life lately.
First off, no matter how good I am with my hands...ladies, I am actually not so deft with my hands in plenty of subjects. To list a few, working with artistic mediums, balancing dinnerware, keying (that's the proper term for typing you twats), finger push-ups, and those stupid string kits that you make Eiffel Towers and shit out of, to name a few. The one that's really been bothering me recently is the artistic mediums, namely, .226 caliber wire for this wire structure project we've been assigned. Now this isn't the actual stuff your main piece is made out of, no, that's like eight times thicker. This stuff is literally 1/64 of an inch wide and physically pierces your fingers when you grab it the wrong way. Every day after class I can leave being able to make a finger painting hand print out of my own blood. But enough ranting for one entry.
Below is a screenshot of a recent survey given to the Ashland students and faculty who dine at our cafeteria. This is just one of my witty responses:
If you don't know what national holiday I am referring to then shame on you... But you can bet your sweet ass I'll be celebrating it even if I have to get a little gay with myself.
In other news, that Georgian luger died in a terrible crash the other day at the Vancouver Winter Olympics. If you missed the national CBS coverage that was taken down from thousands of sites, and youtube accounts thats okay because the good people at Exploding Plastic Inevitable recorded this clip at the scene: (if you're on facebook you can't see this without special apps)
Oh, wow. That looked pretty nasty.
But lets try and leave on a high note with the recent demographic:
Oh wait, no, that's just kind of fucked up instead
First off, no matter how good I am with my hands...ladies, I am actually not so deft with my hands in plenty of subjects. To list a few, working with artistic mediums, balancing dinnerware, keying (that's the proper term for typing you twats), finger push-ups, and those stupid string kits that you make Eiffel Towers and shit out of, to name a few. The one that's really been bothering me recently is the artistic mediums, namely, .226 caliber wire for this wire structure project we've been assigned. Now this isn't the actual stuff your main piece is made out of, no, that's like eight times thicker. This stuff is literally 1/64 of an inch wide and physically pierces your fingers when you grab it the wrong way. Every day after class I can leave being able to make a finger painting hand print out of my own blood. But enough ranting for one entry.
Below is a screenshot of a recent survey given to the Ashland students and faculty who dine at our cafeteria. This is just one of my witty responses:
If you don't know what national holiday I am referring to then shame on you... But you can bet your sweet ass I'll be celebrating it even if I have to get a little gay with myself.
In other news, that Georgian luger died in a terrible crash the other day at the Vancouver Winter Olympics. If you missed the national CBS coverage that was taken down from thousands of sites, and youtube accounts thats okay because the good people at Exploding Plastic Inevitable recorded this clip at the scene: (if you're on facebook you can't see this without special apps)
Oh, wow. That looked pretty nasty.
But lets try and leave on a high note with the recent demographic:
Oh wait, no, that's just kind of fucked up instead
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Power of Prayer
So, somehow I just worked a variation of this into my essay:
20 people all have the same disease. Each person is put on the same type of treatment in the same hospital.
Each of the 20 families of the person prays equally as dilligently for their respective family member.
However, 19 of the people die from their disease as a result of medical complications.
The 1 person who survives was saved by God.
The newspaper reports this story under a headline similar to "Power of Prayer Saves Patient"
The same newspaper also completely neglects to inform its reader about the other 19 people that just died.
Wait a minute...
20 people all have the same disease. Each person is put on the same type of treatment in the same hospital.
Each of the 20 families of the person prays equally as dilligently for their respective family member.
However, 19 of the people die from their disease as a result of medical complications.
The 1 person who survives was saved by God.
The newspaper reports this story under a headline similar to "Power of Prayer Saves Patient"
The same newspaper also completely neglects to inform its reader about the other 19 people that just died.
Wait a minute...
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Walruses and Hard Asses
SO, its below 40 degrees everyday now, and people still think they can wear a tear shirt and flip flops outside all the time. Are you fucking kidding me? What are you trying to prove? That you're some kind of hardass that is impervious to temperature changes? Or maybe its just because you're such a walrus fat ass that your blubber keeps you insulated between your trips from the vending machines to the cafeteria. Seriously, put a jacket on so you don't look like some retarded child who doesn't understand the earth's seasons.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Back to the Brass Tacks
SO, I had to create a blog for my EDCI 232 class and the recommended site to use was of course blogger.com, which was somewhat of an coincidental epiphany for me to begin blogging on my own site again. Nothing big to talk about at the moment though. However, I have been going out on the limb lately, doing plenty of stupid and regrettable things, but the fact that I did them just makes me feel better. Anyhow, more posts and rants to come soon.
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