Monday, May 30, 2011

The Clarinet, the Clarinet, goes doodly doodly det.

Sometimes when you are high, you get a hunger for hearing the clarinet. It is like another sense or necessity that you need to fulfill to survive. Just like food, sleep, warmth, water, love, along with those is hearing the clarinet. If this were the Sims, one of the bars would be clarinet music, and you would have to fulfill that every once in while.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

The Origin of Species

You could put anything in the world on sale and someone would buy it. As long as you have good marketing you could sell anything and someone would buy it.You could take a piece of shit and put a price tag and someone would buy it. If you had a clever commercial someone would out there would buy that piece of shit. And that rolls back to the fact that they sale that much stuff that is composed of poop. They are selling our own human excrement back to us. We literally buy our own poop. We buy what we get for free every morning when they wake up and once right when they get home from school and they almost poop their pants when they are running down the hall pulling their pants pants down it always is the hardest shit holdings in you life. There was always two kind of people in the world. There are the people who would poop in public places like its not that big of a deal, and there are the people who would only poop in a public place if their butthole deppended on it. Those are the two most basic ways of separating the human species.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

¡Snooooorrrrrrlax!

In my first attempt at starting a post, I became very sleepy to the point that if my staying awake to typing ratio were comparable, it would be like catching a Mewtwo at 1/16 health with a Great Ball. In turn, I leave you fellas with this...good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow. Quite.


Who writes this shit?

Shup^2

Tell us who the author of the post is in the beginning dammit, and use labels.
-Shup Shup out

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Tidbits, the Time Traveling Ape... From Hell

If someone says they are atheist, for them to truly believe that there is no God, would be to accept that there would also be no hell. Under these circumstances, we can infer that atheists don’t believe in hell. So when you hear an atheist say “go to hell” they probably don’t fully understand or believe atheism. Because they have been exposed to the language and religion that has led them to believe that heaven and hell exist. So a true atheist would without a thought, naturally know not to say “go to hell” because they know for a fact that heaven and hell are not real. Which comes to another point, not only do atheists know that there is no god, but Mormons and many other religious groups “know” that they do exist. That is like something having two different factual statements about them with two completely contradictory true meanings.

How great were the times when people actually kicked the dirt when they were upset and they thought that was an appropriate display of their affections of discontent. We don’t have that feeling anymore, I feel that a great part of this was in the 90’s. Those years really brought to us the most unique and fucked up shit in all existence. I feel like I am discovering a whole new 90’s discovery even though I lived it and learned much from it, I never was watching it as the changes happened. I wasn’t aware of different trends when I was young. There was one trend, and that’s all we knew. When you are young you are not aware of different styles of clothes because you only know what you have seen in your short life. Now that I am older, I am watching movies and learning stuff about the 90’s and there is so much culture and uniqueness to that generation. Like when I was younger than I am now, I watched much of the 80’s movies and learned about the culture, because it was aged enough to want to learn about it. Now that I am a few years older though, the 90’s have gotten farther away so they have aged enough for me to want to discover them and reminisce with those feelings.

Shit My Dad Says Volume 1

The following events took place at 3:30 p.m. on Thursday February 12, 2011.

Dad: A hundred bucks, ha ha, ha ha. Oh ho. We got something from the DMBA. You have been approved for 200 dollars more on your retirement. Hey, here it is Denille. You have been approved for two hundred dollars, wait a minute it’s a bill.

Mom: It’s not a bill; it’s probably a claim for your masks you never wear.

Dad: I know, I’m gonna sell them on eBay. I can buy them for 17 bucks and sell them for 200.

Mom: After you’ve worn them and used them?

Dad: No, I haven’t opened them. I’m gonna sell em.

Mom: Oh that’s real honest.

Dad: Honest? Well they're cheating us 200 bucks a month, it’s like even Steven.

Mom: How are they cheating you 200 bucks a month? You’re the one who decided to retire when you retired, dumb man.

Dad: They promised us the same insurance and they jipped us every week.

Mom: Well why don’t you pursue it more?

Dad: I called them and gave them all hell and heck and shit, and they said: “oh we’re really sorry” (in a funny voice)

Mom: If you hadn’t taken your retirement we would’ve been fine.

Dad: I know, I wanna hear this discussion again

Mom: Well, don’t blame...

Dad: Hey look, there’s a tree growing out of the neighbors house. Look, right on top.

Mom: Don’t blame it on something that it’s not what it is.

Dad: Sorry. I’m so sorry, Charlie. What month is this?

Mom: We better start figuring out what were going to do for insurance come January.

Dad: *inaudible mumbling* I know, were gonna be on Alex’s plan at Sherwin Williams

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

What Is This Mess?

Seriously, one of these days we really need to think about cleaning up.

And I don't know about this multi-dimensional talk.

But lets break things down, alright.

Why is P.D doing a great Wolverine impression?

I just realized I have a hat on, I would have to infer that this hat is comfortable.

Masterson has a weird voice sometimes, then he says, "I'm so baked" funny guy

Bread is good eat it more.

Kenyan Trebeck?

Jon Stewart has a funny face.

Masterson is being weighted down by metal crafted into a weight of sorts.

Korean baby boomers.

-oh man spacing is weird
I have to go on a mission