Archive for November, 2009
I Don’t Need No Fancy Book Science
How many autistic people do you personally know? Excluding Jenny McCarthy’s son (which I am excluding not because I don’t personally know him, but because he’s cured – take that gluten), mine is 0. I’m guessing yours is within 1 of that. I’m not entirely convinced any exist. I think its just a euphemism doctors […]
Pompously Misinformed
As with wine, my pallet is not refined enough to distinguish among the many flavors of retard: Aspberger ‘s, mental retardation, PDD_NOS, autism, fucking retarded, down syndrome, Fragile X syndrome and just plain stupid. All of those, my pedestrian, uncouth brain processes as ‘retarded’. I blame the public school system and my parents for my […]
The 500 Mile Per Hour Crap
I hate planes, but don’t have a fear to fly It’s the constant stream of fucks who pass by Couldn’t crap at the hub Now They’re joining the club Everyone wants to shit a mile high.
Poop Bucks Splashdown
I think its been over 3 weeks since I brought this up, and since you’re not anywhere near being a fucking genius you probably need constant reminding so that you continue to retain this thought in that feeble brain of yours. So here it is: I’m a fucking genius. This instance of my geniusocitinessish is […]
The Turd That Wouldn’t Flush
Speaking of Snoopy and peanuts and people pouring out shitty drivel to the web, Charles Schulz’s comic was as worthless as the undigested legumes in my shit. Even from a young age I realized that there was nothing good in it. I mean, I probably, like most of the world, read over 2000 Peanuts comics […]
Web Middlemen
Fuck blogs. Seriously, fuck blogs. Sister-fucking, middlemen of the internet. Last week I found a divorce blog that was shittily written by a person you could tell thought themselves a good writer. They knew how to spell, had a big vocabulary, knew the rules of grammar and knew how to string phrases together, yet what […]