Posted on October 22, 2007 by The Author
Wow, I never imagined having a reason to say that. Anyway…
You know the anti-marijuana TV ad they play now where the dog is telling the girl that he doesn’t like it when she smokes weed? Here’s what Joe Rogan has to say about that commercial. I found it to be pretty hilarious.
I ripped the following from Joe Rogan’s blog:
“Hey Lindsey, I wish you didn’t smoke weed.”
“Really? Well I wish you didn’t freak me the fuck out by talking to me with no warning. You know how to talk? How about a heads up first, motherfucker? Why don’t you start off slow, like maybe write me a note or something? How long have you been able to talk? You could talk all this time, and the first words out of your mouth are criticism? How about ‘hey, I’m your dog, and I can talk!’ Wouldn’t that be a better way to start? Right away with the complaints?”
What’s the message here? Don’t smoke weed or your dog will be disappointed in you?
The same dog that I have to yell at every day to keep him from eating shit out of the cat’s litter box? Is that really a deterrent?
I mean, it’s your fucking dog. Even little kids get to yell at the dog. The dog is the bottom of the food chain when it comes to pull around the house. Who give a fuck what he thinks.
Meanwhile, the craziest thing about the video is that after the dog is done talking, the chick just stands there and thinks about what the dog said.
She doesn’t scream, or call her brother over so he can see, or even ask the dog any questions. She just drops her head in shame over her weed smoking.
Whatever that chick is smoking, it ain’t weed, and keep it the fuck away from me.
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Posted on September 12, 2006 by The Author
I’m scraping the bottom of the blog barrel today in search of the lowest common denominator.
I don’t think it gets much lower than this:
My girlfriend told me specifically not to write about this, so of course it’s the first thing I do this morning.
Oh yeah, bring it on.
So my girlfriend started on a new diet a couple days ago, Nutri-System or some shit, and last night she had some awe inspiring gas.
Hey, I warned you we were going low with this one.
We were watching TV on the bed, and even though we were on opposite sides, she was repeatedly expelling butt smoke in my general direction.
Over and over again.
Now, I’m pretty much a guy’s guy. I like football, beer and tits. I scratch my ass on occasion and have been known to toot indiscriminately so normally this wouldn’t bother me.
What was going on here with my girlfriends gastro system was on another level entirely. I finally had enough.
Me: “Honey, can you please just light them on fire or something? It’ll burn off the methane and I won’t have to smell it anymore. Seriously, I can’t take it.”
Her: (shocked look) “No! Absolutely not.”
Me: “Why not? It’s only the courteous thing to do. I mean really, this is crazy.”
Her: “Are you serious?”
Me: “Yes. Or maybe just light every other one. That would at least help.”
Her: “I hate you.”
My girlfriend is so inconsiderate that she won’t even light her own farts on fire if it would mean improving my health.
I hate you too, honey.
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Posted on September 8, 2006 by The Author
I get tons of traffic from several different users all over the country that all work for these two companies.
Travis Correll & Company
Performance Systems International
As soon as someone shoots me an e-mail and explains it to me, I’ll take this post down so none of you get in trouble.
Are these companies just that big, or are you guys passing my shit around to all your coworkers all the time?
I’m not complaining, believe me. I’m just really curious.
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Posted on June 8, 2006 by The Author
If you’re one of the people who reads my blog every day, would it kill you to leave a comment every now and then or maybe shoot me an e-mail to thank me for entertaining your boring ass every day.
I mean really. This shit doesn’t write itself, ya know. It’s a lot of work.
Yeah, I’m talking to you.
Maybe you work at a law firm in Brooklyn, or maybe for NBC in Manhattan. You might even be sitting behind a desk at Thrifty Car Rental in Troy, Michigan. Does Athens, Georgia ring a bell? Some Ithaca students check in an awful lot. This means you Akin & Bubba Gump & Strauss from D.C., and you too NYS Thruway, whatever that means. How about the Canadian and Australian following I’ve somehow managed to attract?
Seriously, assholes. Shoot me an e-mail, it’s the least you can do.
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