Monthly Archives: November 2010

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Portable Society

Well if it ain’t portable we don’t want it. It’s insane. Your phone, your computer, your drinks now even people are portable beyond belief. While on my lunch break today I got a clear visual and it seems there is a phenomenon that has added an extra lump somewhere in the couch cushion in the immobile community. I seen a guy riding around on a mobile scooter. How lazy can one group of people be?

Americans on Rascals. Scooter Pigs.

It appears that walking has become such a daunting task for individuals. Really? You can’t walk up the street? Maybe that’s what your fat ass needs. Not to sit on a motorized scooter because it makes life easier than one of my exs.

I could see maybe if you’re old and your legs work as good as the end you throw away from an amputee. It’s disgusting.

I know I’m not the thinniest person on the sea saw but if I get so fat and lazy that I require a Rascal to move around because my own motor skills need to be worked on then you better believe I’m going to cherry bimb you on the sea saw and do something about it.

What’s it cost to buy one of those $600? $1,000? Pretty sure you could buy yourself a gym membership for at least 2 years and lose 40-50 pounds.

So before you start checking pay phones for loose change to buy you very own ScooterPig Scooter; take a walk, enjoy your day, get mobile under your own legs.

DISDRESS

With fading options in the business attire department men have been taking to the short sleeve dress shirt in drones that would dwarf even the largest Star Wars crowd, primarily because they are the same people. Nothing says I am clueless about looking nice or just the utter fact that you don’t give a shit about your appearance then a 7 or 8 button short sleeve dress shirt.

I know it gets hot out. I know long sleeves seem like a little much on a 101 degree day.  But roll them up.  No longer should people be afraid to walk outside and fear the fear of seeing nerdy upper patchy arm hair.  The kind of hair that while blowing in the wind resembles a miniature hay field stretched from the blemished shoulder to the carpal tunnel computer elbow.

There is also something about the sleeves on these shirts that gives women the notion that you stuffed the toilet paper cardboard inside the sleeve so it will never touch your arm even when you put your arms down to your sides.  And when you do finally put your arms down to your sides the amazing mechanics of the shirt allows the sleeve to rise 2-3 inches off of your girly baton twirling thin arms.  Even if you have pythons that Monty would be jealous of, the toilet paper towel roll is still in effect. It just means that you are possibly Clark Kent and Clark Kent never got any pussy.

The more guys think this is a great shirt to wear the less they know that even the best looking male still looks like a tool.  He may as well put his pocket protector in, comb his hair to the side and kiss beautiful women good-bye.  There is a reason these shirts can be found at affordable prices under $10.  NO ONE SHOULD WEAR THEM.

The next time you go to the store and are thinking about purchasing one of these cock blockers, tighten your tie so much that you suffocate and pass out. You will be doing yourself a favor.  After regaining consciousness, go buy yourself a piece of sugary substance such as a Sugar Daddy or a chocolate covered anything. Conditioning yourself not buy stupid, irrational, self depreciating items will put more money in your pocket and more pussy in your bed because remember, girls sleep with guys that look like assholes not guys that look like they can take home to mommy.

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