Saturday, January 16, 2010

Persuasion

Sometimes it can take tedious amounts of persuasion to talk a friend into committing to a weekend of violent alcoholism with a strong possibility of long-term incarceration. In situations such as these it is best to go for the throat from the start and not let them have a chance to think anything but the trip is a viable option. Below is the actual email I sent to two friends to come and get drunk with me in the near future (names have been changed for obvious reasons):



Mr. Grundlespunk,

It doesn't sound like we'll have time to take the dirtbikes out unless we go right after you land on Thursday, but if you feel like getting crazy on them (I always do) I can make it a reality. Otherwise I was thinking we could find some cheap tee-times and go get drunk while beating the shit out of golf carts and fairways... Other than those two scenarios we have the usual bar/fight/nudity/near-death/run-from-the-law/howl at the moon options to choose from. We can also gamble the whole time if nothing else.


Jew,

You should probably be here for this too. Don't give me no bullshit like you can't come because you are too busy or can't get work off...you fucking make this happen. I can't promise that this trip will be worth the time, money, effort, or pain that will result from it, but that has never stopped any of us from doing something considered timely, costly, demanding, or self-destructive in the past. Am I right? Fuck yes I am. You want me to keep preaching this gospel? OK motherfucker, here goes:

We as a nation have never been trapped in a more desperate time of crisis and hysteria. Everyday people all around us are fading fast from a severe lack of personal identity and complacency that is, at the least, cause for alarm and in dire need of decisive action. I don't know what you plan on doing about it, but I, a proud citizen of the United States of America, am willing to pick up the banner of hope and start giving back to this great nation in the only way that I know how...getting drunk as fuck. However I can not do this alone. A lone man drinking himself into the planes of oblivion, wandering the streets yelling obscenities into the heavens, all while stark naked and carrying a golf club in one hand and a bottle of Evan Williams in the other would be considered nothing less than completely insane and would no doubt be quickly arrested with force and extreme prejudice, locked up, and most likely left to rot while the world he was trying to save slowly withered away. BUT when great minds come together, no matter their mental state or inebriation level, their passion for truth exudes from their very being and infects all those lucky enough to witness the greatness that inevitably follows in their wake. This will be the beginning of a revolution! All that is needed is a catalyst, and I'm sure you've noticed from past gatherings of our triumvirate that nothing short of greatness can result from our combined efforts. Don't think of this as a mere weekend trip to get away from work and drink with some old friends, this reunion will be the lone seed whose eventual fruit will guide the children of this land forward into the unknown future with strength in their hearts and courage in their souls. Our actions will bring the people of all the great nations together as one. Our theories and ideals shall be recorded and studied by the greatest minds in the world. Our words will be sung by the masses in the spirit of unity. Our foes shall fall before the force of our convictions and their punishment will be swift and without remorse.

I hope that these words are not falling on deaf ears, Jewlius. I am not making this shit up. If you are afraid to utilize your full potential as a man, then feel free to sit at home that weekend and play nintendo. But if you are prepared to party in such a way that it could literally change the course of history of mankind forever, possibly even physically alter the face of the earth itself, then we will see you on the weekend of February 11-14.

Respectfully,

Loch Ness Monster

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

RFTIMU

An ongoing Twitter commentary between myself and my friend Tomeeko. WTF is RFTIMU you ask? RFTIMU stands for Random Fact That I Made Up...and here are the facts as given by Tomeeko and me:

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RFTIMU: The Sun actually rotates so that its rear is always facing the Earth; essentially it can be considered that the Sun is mooning the Earth.

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RFTIMU: birds have the ability to see the future...but they won't tell anyone.

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RFTIMU: Cell phones actually have no risk of causing a person to develop brain tumors, they can however force you to become racist...

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RFTIMU: Michael Jackson has been cloned...his name is Faruk Basol and he lives in Ecuador.

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RFTIMU: Bon Jovi's father was a high ranking general in the SS and reported directly to Adolf Hitler.

Tomeeko
RFTIMU: If you boil 2 eggs in whiskey you get olive garden dressing.

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RFTIMU: Batman is not a bat, he is actually more like a condor.

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RFTIMU: Cheese can cure cancer, as well as plan a mean after party.

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RFTIMU: Adolf Hitler was born in La Fonda, Mexico, and his favorite food is fish tacos with a radish and lime garnish.

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RFTIMU: Godzilla has a degree in psychology as well as topography...so he can know the lay of the land.

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RFTIMU: The average lifespan of black people is 0 yrs...black people don't exist, they are really cyborgs.

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RFTIMU: Tyranosaurus Rex and Brontasaurus used to be best friends until T-Rex fucked Bronty's mom.

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RFTIMU: Jean-Claude Van Damme has done the splits in 473 movies since 1984.

Monday, January 11, 2010

In a Man's World...

Just an interesting and funny observation someone made on a blog I saw earlier today, he wrote: "You know how Google sometimes “predicts” what you might be searching for by giving you a little drop down menu of suggested search queries? These suggestions, of course, are based on what other users frequently search. So I tried teasing out some gender differences. Look at the picture below."



The search engine predicts the top ten potential topics that it thinks you may be looking for, and in itself is an amazing study in anthropology how each one answers...itself:

(1)
Women - Want to get their boyfriends to propose.
Men - Want more blowjobs.
Conclusion - Ladies...this is sooo damn simple...suck more dick and there may be wedding bells in your future!

(2)
Women - Want their man to spend more time with them.
Men - Want their lady to have sex more.
Conclusion - Ladies...another easy one, start spreadin' those legs you goddamn prudes.

(3)
Women - Want their men to love them again.
Men - Want their girl to lose weight.
Conclusion - Ladies...stop fucking eating. Holy shit.

(4)
Women - Want their men to trust them more.
Men - Want their women to trust them more.
Conclusion - Stop fucking each others friends. ...Or trade the whiney bitch/bastard in for a new one.

(5)
Women - Want their man to be more romantic.
Men - Want their woman to love them more.
Conclusion - Ladies...stop fucking assholes. Men...stop being pussies.

(6)
Women - Want their man to stop smoking.
Men - Want their woman to shave. (what the fuck?)
Conclusion - This one is an anomaly as it seems like it is exactly reversed from what I was expecting, but I digress. Ladies...really? You are not shaving? Clean yourselves up you wooly fucking Banthors! Men...I don't see how you have done anything wrong, please continue to smoke (preferably during sex) and if you are not coming home drunk at least four times a week then you need to start hitting the bar harder too.

(7)
Women - Want their man to be more affectionate.
Men - Want to get rid of their whiney bitch girlfriend.
Conclusion - Isn't this one self-explanatory enough? Ladies...stop bitching. Please. Fucking shit cock.

(8)
Women - want their man to break up with them.
Men - want their girl to forgive them.
Conclusion - Ladies...you shallow conceited bitches, just end it, stop putting your guy through hell and forcing him to dump you just so you can get a month long pity party from all you whore friends. Guys...ummm, go get drunk.

(9)
Women - want their man to last longer in bed.
Men - want their woman to kiss them more.
Conclusion - Ladies...I think if you didn't exhaust your man with your endless fucking demands to boost your non-existent ego then he would have more energy to rail you when your undeserving feminist vagina (most likely unshaven) finally gets horny. Men...roofies.

(10)
Women - Want their man to stop drinking.
Men - Want their women to love them.
Conclusion - Ladies/Men...This one is a compromise. Ladies you want your man to stop drinking but you need to understand that the only time he can stand to be around you or talk to you is when he is drunk. Men you want your woman to love you but you need to understand that she is only happy when she is yelling at you or degrading you in front of your face to all the people she knows. The only thing to do is keep yelling, throw more punches, hate eachother more deeply, and at the end fuck harder than either of you have before in your lives.

I am amazed when I look at the accuracy of this "predictor", not to mention the simplicity. The search engine already knows what you want, and if you pay attention you can get your answer without even going to some bullshit webpage. Or, as always, you can refer to me for your relationship advice! I am a veritable cornucopia of sexual knowledge. Be not afraid to dip into my rich wellspring for advice, but don't be suprised if you are corrupted when you leave it. My taint touches all (literally...don't pass out at a party or I'll put it on your forehead and take a picture).

Dr. Flanigan Love III

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Effective Advertising


Should it be considered mere coincidence that when I was driving to work this morning I happened to look up from the road for a moment and I saw Jesus Christ the lord staring directly back at me? Should it also be considered mere coincidence that the song playing on the radio at that moment was "No Lodging for the Mad" by The Taxpayers? I think not. Yeah, so what if the Jesus that was staring at me was from a christian propaganda billboard? Nothing inspires me to live cleanly and change my ways more than a giant, rusty, sky-blocking billboard telling me "Jesus Saves." And nothing accentuates that point more than an inspired song of frustration, defeat, and giving up playing on the radio while driving through bumper to bumper morning traffic.

I'm pretty sure this billboard has more truth to it than anything I learned in church...