Showing posts with label who are you. Show all posts
Showing posts with label who are you. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

AC/DC. Harder Than You.




answer to question no one asked:

Hardest rock band ever?
AC/DC

Why?
No ballads. Think about it.

Deal with it,
Otis

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Our Next Life


If Woody Allen, author of the paragraph below, didnt marry his daughter, he'd be hailed as an American genius. Note to self: do not marry any family members, adpoted or otherwise.

In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.

- Woody Allen

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Intellectual Chest Bumping. Who the f&%K says that?

I just heard some dude use the term "intellectual chest bumping". I almost instinctively slapped his coffee right out of his hand. You don't just drop that weirdo nugget out there and expect me to ignore it. I'm a dog, my keen senses are all keen to things like this. He said it in the middle of a story, one that you can tell he told before, which makes me think the term intellectual chest bumping has been busted out many-a-times. He slowed his speech as he said it and looked around for nods of approval.(i'm wishing I slapped the coffee now). I bet he's stood in the shower, retelling the story in his head, dropping mental intellectual chest bumping in those silent retellings too, snickering a bit every time he says it.

This is a guy who still raises the roof, does the blow-up hand/noise after a knuckle bump, over-pronounces the words "bling" and "holler" and goes to concerts wearing the shirt of the band he's seeing. I'm sure he's a nice guy though.