10 Reasons

 

With buns made out of pizza, you'll never again fit in an airplane seat.

Nothing elicits Pavlov’s doggie-style mouth watering like when fat people sense food. Give a gastropod a hoagie and he’ll mouth f*ck it into submission. All he needs to choke down each baby-head-sized-bite of meat and cheese is a dipping concoction of mayonnaise and two-liters of Mountain Dew.

What we conclude from this act of food rape is that the human body has a natural attraction to sweet, salty and fatty foods. Historically speaking, those foods provided the most nutritional bang for the buck. To a caveman, for example, the nutrition of fresh nuts and berries couldn’t hold a stick to a fat-laden, calorie dense plate of Moons Over My Hammy.

The problem facing Fatty Foodsack and his giant meat sandwich is that the governor that is supposed to regulate his calorie intake goes berserk when he’s just thinking about food. One meal snowballs into two, then three servings and dessert.

The fat, er, fact of the matter is that in some cases, food can become an addiction. Fatty stops thinking about how satisfying each bite is and, instead, focuses on cramming as much as he possibly can passed his many chins and fat folds, down his gullet. This downward cycle can be irreversible considering people need food to live. Here, then, are 10 reasons that fat people stay fat:

10.) They’re American, dammit!

9.) Thanks to the contradictory nature of food science, fatties don’t eat vegetables because they both lose too many nutrients when cooked and are indigestible when eaten raw.

8.) They hate the taste of water despite water being completely void of taste.

7.) Exercise isn’t the problem. It’s the sound of heavy breathing that’s scary.

6.) Why walk when they can sit?

5.) The most important meal of the day is second breakfast.

4.) Their four food groups are vegetables and fruit (snacks), whole grain (brownies), meat (pies) and Dairy (Queen).

3.) Pizza burger pie (see picture).

2.) This lifestyle is all part of God’s master flan.

~and, finally~

1.) Fat people eat their feelings if by “feelings” you mean “deep-fried bacon wrapped bacon poppers”.

 

Dogs are boys and cats are girls. That’s what five-year-olds think. Then again, five-year-olds are stupid.

“Call me when you’re six, I’ll show you a solid goal line package.” – Jerry Sandusky.

If anything, cats are men with bold dreams and powerful claws. It is the opinion of several hoarders that the world’s most adorable dog is still uglier than two dozen of their emaciated, dried up cats. I tend to agree; Hoarders are crazy.

What you might not know is hoarders have the exact opposite amount of crazy as homeless people. Their lives are paralleled by the fact that both live in immeasurable heaps of garbage. You might say that hoarders are indoor bums. Homeless people can be compared to a lot of other things that are not human. It’s a lot of fun. Let’s try it again! Here, then, are 10 reasons cats are like homeless people:

I haz brainz!!

10.) They sh*t next to boxes of sand!

9.) You don’t have to feed them every day.

8.) They always want something to drink in the most desperate way possible.

7.) They beg and beg and beg and when they finally get what they want they turn their backs on you.

6.) They frolic in trash and sleep in boxes.

5.) If they don’t get shots, they’re susceptible to rabies.

4.) Whiskers!

3.) They are capable of sitting lifelessly in one sunny spot for hours on end.

2.) They smell like they bathed with their tongues.

~and, finally~

1.) If you break down and let one into your house, it will mark it’s territory and stay forever.

 

"Sorry ladies, the alligator on my shirt says 'I'm next'." - Ax to Max

Fewer places are more daunting than a public men’s restroom. There are too many variables to adjust for when dudes get together with their wieners out. Add booze to the equation (like at your favorite sports venue), and what was once a quiet place to poop and check email, quickly becomes a one-eyed surprise staring at you through a glory hole above the toilet paper roll. Outside the stall, you’ll find that urinals without dividers invite awkward heckles at your stubby wang. Jerryrigged stall doors are an inevitable peepshow into your “wipe-’til-it’s-white”  stratagem. And don’t think that just because you’re  in a one-holer, you’re alone. Herpes travels well and does not care if you build an ass fort of disposable liners on the seat or disinfect with bleach. It will get you. In spite of the perils that lurk behind the man on the triangle, when nature calls, you gotta answer. Here, then, are 10 reasons the men’s room is a tough place to pee:

10.) Despite all that you’ve learned from the Ghostbuster’s movies, the guy next to you wants to cross streams.

9.) Urinals at the gay bar are dudes on their knees, mouths agape.

8.) The guy waiting behind you has his hand in your pocket.

7.) The only thing deeper sounding than peeing into the center of the bowl is a stranger’s voice at the trough calling you out for peeing in a stall.

6.) The guy waiting behind you  stopped waiting all over your legs.

5.) One thing’s for sure, the line to use the pot is longer than your bladder is big.

4.) When you finish, there will ultimately be pee on your leg and/or pants.

3.) Whether out in the woods or in the red light district, if your dingus is exposed, you gotta watch for cruising bears.

2.) The outside of your pants will ultimately be speckled with someone else’s pubic hair.

~and, finally~

1.) Most rapists agree, a victim is most vulnerable when his pants are already unbuttoned.

 

 

 

Nothing's sweeter than a disease free muppet.

I’ve worked at a lot of sleazy operations (a liquor store, for my father-in-law, Target), but none as controversial as Planned Parenthood. To some, Planned Parenthood represents all that is evil in the world; a place that touts lust and sexual deviance as appropriate behavior. A place where the consequences of such sinful conduct results in the murder of the unborn. Yet, to others, Planned Parenthood is a treasure trove of reproductive health information; not only is it a place to learn safe sex practices but also a resource for limiting the unintended consequences from those practices. They see Planned Parenthood as the proverbial topical cream that soothes the burning of social stigma (and chlamydia).

At Planned Parenthood, the only thing defining good and evil was from what side of the fence you picketed. These competing ideas faced off daily as liberal minded employees made their way to work through a line of staunch anti-abortion protesters. It was awesome. Unfortunately, I don’t work there anymore. And it’s too bad. It was the only job I can think of beside in the race for a GOP presidential candidate where the more radical your moral compass, the better your chance at success. Here, then, are 10 reasons I miss working at Planned Parenthood:

10.)Showing off my extensive knowledge of herpes to my new coworkers only leads them to believe I have herpes.

9.) No one appreciates my crafty misuse of coat hangers.

8.) Protesters at my new job actually work here.

7.) The South Carolina BBQ, the French dip and clam stew weren’t always just euphemisms for lunch.

6.) The sex-ed slides of an oozing, infected penis I threw into my sales presentation doesn’t close deals like they used to.

5.) I never had to force high-schoolers to have safe sex by buying them beer.

4.) The literature in the bathroom was supposed to be covered with pictures of dicks.

3.) There’s no pill in the current inventory to eradicate mistakes from last night’s binge drinking and canoodling.

2.) The dead baby jokes don’t kill like they used to.

~and, finally~

1.) Abortion punch cards! Buy 10, get one free (with purchase of a fountain drink)!

 

Some parents are blessed with children and some are blessed with alimony payments. If you’re like my dad, you’d be dead. That’s because raising another human is extremely difficult. So much so that some parents have a hard time coming to grips with it. They run or die trying. And why not? There is a lot on the line. Children are like houseplants that decompose slowly in a heap of neglect only to emerge on the other side of puberty as the ferns of society (i.e. extremely boring/dangerous). Most parents are delusional and believe that their children will become mature, responsible adults when, in fact, the children are in the back seat of a sedan sadly looking through the rear window as the cab fills with pond water (read: Casey Anthony).  If you’re not sure what kind of parent you are, it might be helpful to examine what actions you take on a daily basis. Chances are you’ve already blown it. Here, then, are 10 reasons you are a dead beat parent:

10.) You’re just doing it the way your parents did.

God dad, you're being a total d*ck

9.) You warned them; “If they keep eating all the food, you’re gonna stop buying it.”

8.) The congregation of bedbugs on your child’s bed and plush toys scatter into his mouth when the lights come on.

7.) Her first job is prostitution. Her second job is to pay rent.

6.) The state says so.

5.) Birthdays? You can’t even remember your kid’s name…Pepper? Todd, maybe.

4.) You’re a staunch Evangelist.

3.) After the divorce, you moved into a studio apartment to hook up with chicks and get your life back together.

2.) All your bedtime stories are about your new relationship with meth.

~and, finally~

1.) Visitation consists of kidnapping.

 

"It's not racism if I'm just acting like a racist." -Mel Gibson

Did you ever stop a conversation just by downplaying the plights of Mexicans or Jews? Of course you have. You’re socially awkward. More than that, you’re a north of the border racist. When you’re not at one of your dignified kleetings (Klan meeting/beating), you’re busy postulating the extinction of the white male.  And why shouldn’t you be concerned? According to everything you’ve ever heard from FOX News, you’re a dying breed. You are no more than a fading photograph in the hand of a time-traveling Marty McFly. At this point, the only thing you have any power over is aligning with people who might share your views. Finding like-minded people by testing the waters is tricky especially when those waters are riddled with so many “Chinks and their goddamn junk boats”. So, what do you do? You start chatting up a whore you want to impregnate and right in the middle of negotiations, you unconsciously lay an egg. Here, then, are 10 reasons that you sound wildly racist:

 

10.) Jews haven’t been called “Hebrews” since before the pyramids. And they haven’t been called “Mud People” since the King James Bible went obsolete.

9.) You don’t have to keep explicitly reiterating what you mean when you say “the N-word”.

8.) The voids in your teeth whistle when you stress that “they should be called Mexi-can’t's”.

7.) Okay. We get it. Rush Limbaugh is your guiding light.

6.) Call them “white trash” if you want, but isn’t this your trailer home?

5.) Your mason jar of ‘shine is empty.

4.) References to the “Bill of Rights” have only weakened your argument for slavery.

3.) You hold a degree from a state college.

2.) Nowhere in the Koran does it define Islam as “a heinous tribe of sand-surfin’, baby-eatin’ banshees”.

~and, finally~

1.) You’re white hood is stained with chaw.

 

Step 1: Steal neighbor's wi-fi. Step 2: Conquer the world.

 

Back before pirates ruled the skies in their all too common Somali air ships, they dominated the seven C’s: computers, coding, credit card stealing, communicating, clavier, cracking and, who could forget, chat room conversation. Mastery of these disciplines have allowed pirates to swashbuckle passed secure server logins right into the Paypal and eharmony accounts of hundreds of dozens of lonely subscribers. Although illicit, this behavior has increased demand of the spoils. Shared files, credit card info, music and copious bandwidths of porn have spread faster than swine flu. Technically, this pirated information exists in principle so it’s hard to say who “owns” the media. It’s a barter system of copying and sharing rather than stealing. That Chingy song you just downloaded, is merely a digital copy that lets you listen to a sh*tty rap song but you can hardly take it with you. Even so, this kind of piracy seems pretty f*cking bad. But is it? The answer is no. Here, then, are ten reasons Internet piracy is great:

10.) It’s not real piracy if there are no cannons.

9.) Nobody has really been in harm’s way from foul play in cyberspace since Sandra Bullock in The Net or those dead Craigslist hookers. Both of which I now possess.

8.) Like Costco, everyday on the interwebs is a sample day.

7.) ”Open source, dude!” – Favra, the Chinese Super Troopers.

6.) Why buy the Apple when you can get the whole Android for free?

5.) People won’t get hurt if, like the Supreme Court, you consider faceless corporations to be people.

4.) I’m not going to use my credit card number to buy from Amazon when I know it’ll just get hacked and stolen.

3.) Any responsible company will protect you from your own negligence…right?

2.) If they were in it for the money, they wouldn’t be artists.

~and, finally~

1.) Withholding information because of economic barriers creates a class of second rate citizens. Knowledge, not money, is power…look it up.

 

If He wins it all, there will definitely be a second coming ;)

Like the Virgin Mary, Josh McDaniels existed for one reason: Bring the Messiah to the Denver Broncos. Despite what the players on the defensive side of the ball say, Tim Tebow is the second coming of the Lord and the sole proprietor of continued victory in the Mile High City. After starting the 2011 season a dismal 1-4, He rode in on a glorious white horse named Thunder and usurped the evil force that was Kyle Orton’s drunken neck beard only to save a struggling spread offense with the quarterback draw, wildcat option and, ever impressive, victory formation. Field kick after field kick, stand after defensive stand, punt after punt, Tim Tebow carried the weight of his lackadaisical brethren through the belly of the beast and emerged as a playoff contender. Through the adversity and grit, the holy son was born (again)! Glory, glory Tebolujah! Here, then, are 10 reasons that Tim Tebow is the Messiah:

10.) Chuck Norris prays to the sweet baby Tebow.

9.) More people tuned in to watch Tim Tebow thwart the Pittsburgh Steelers than to watch Ross confess his love for Rachel on the finale of Friends.

8.) Matt Prater points at Tim Tebow after every game winning field goal.

7.) Tim Tebow has strength enough to carry twenty-one full grown men.

6.) His capstone project at the Holy University of Florida was writing the Newest Testament.

5.) After winning the Heisman Trophy, He smelted it because of its false likeness to Him.

4.) Taking the job in the Mile High City was a ploy to be closer to home.

3.) Future generations will speak of a Promise Land not of milk and honey, but of hilarious beer commercials in a place called Indiana.

2.) Kneeling pads have been installed at Sports Authority Field for more Tebowing.

~and, finally~

1.) He died on the cross for our wins.

 

Oh, don’t act like you don’t smell it.  It smells like something’s burning or something.

Do you smell it?  Of course you don’t.

What is that?  Dead animal carcass soup? “Why does it smell?” you ask.  Let me tell you.  Here, then, are ten reasons it smells in here:

10. I haven’t washed my taint in three damned weeks

9. Your upper lip is leaking

8. There is a dead squirrel in the vent above the stove

7. The cat has given up bathing since I cut his tongue out (now who has your tongue, bitch!?)

6.  I ate chips fried in Olean and now I am suffering from the insufferable anal leakage

5. You and I both just farted in such a way that the sound waves cancelled each other out making the fart inaudible yet doubling the size of the smell waves

4. Something fishy is going on with your vagina

3. Super-cala-fragilistic-expi-halitosis

2. “It always smells this way” (Greeley, CO tourism slogan, 2010)

-and, finally-

1. It’s this blog!

 

Way back when I was in college I went to one of the most crowded and fun parties that I’ve ever been to.  I made my way through the drunk student body that was the living room into the kitchen.  I discovered a fire extinguisher and decided to make things a little more interesting.  After all, what would the most epic party be without a smoke machine?  I set off the extinguisher in the kitchen and everybody panicked.  Hundreds of people nervously struggled to get out of the house.  Many people squished through the front and back doors while others dropped from windows.

For those of you who don’t know, the chemical composition of some fire extinguishers depletes air of oxygen, thus eliminating one of the essential elements of a burning fire.  This suffocation effect also feels like tear gas.  Because the party was so big and rowdy, people thought that the police had come to break it up.

As everybody vacated the house into the front lawn, I continued to spray the fire extinguisher.  It wasn’t long before I was confronted by a small man (possibly Tom Green).  He commanded me to cease and threatened to kick my ass if I didn’t.  He began counting down from ten.  At each number, I sprayed the extinguisher on his foot.  I don’t remember what happened after he counted three.  According to accounts of the incident, Tom Green’s friend clocked me in the head and I fell to the ground.  I remember waking up shortly after amidst a brawl.  Dozens of people piled up around me and grappled and fought for no other reason but to grapple and fight.  I made it out with a scar and a point.

The point is that there are many things to avoid in your life but a fight is not one of them.  Yes, this was one of the dumbest things I ever did, but it was exhilarating.  There are stories still circulating about what exactly happened and it gets more interesting and funny with every anecdote.  If I were you (and there is a strong chance that I am), I would highly suggest instigating a fight.  Here, then, are 10 reasons why:

10. It will show everyone that you’re not gay (unless you instigate a slap fight, in which case, it means you’re really gay)

9.  You can fight anything from a bully to a small animal to a mound of dirt

8. It proves that you, and not Tony Danza, are the boss

7. It enables you to collect odd scars not resulting from risky sexual behavior

6. Even mild concussions are more entertaining than any drug induced episode

5. You can take the skills you learn to prison when you’re arrested for assault

4. It’s the only accurate way of testing for hemophilia

3. You took three years of karate as a youngster and have yet prove yourself as a true yellow belt

2. It will boost your confidence…right in the face

-and, finally-

1. Fighting cures cancer

 

If you’ve ever heard me utter a phrase like “You lookin’ at me?”,  ”Oh, yeah?”(fist pumping),  ”You wanna figh’ ’bout it?” or “I love you”, then you’ve probably suspected me of being drunk.  Truth be told, I don’t drink all that much; evenings and weekends mostly (mostly insinuating quantity of booze consumed measured in quarts as opposed to frequency measured in occurrences).  Let’s just say, if there’s a time during the week that your cell phone company isn’t charging for minutes, I’m probably tying one on.  Okay, I do drink all that much, but it’s social…meaning society has to deal with my problem.   When I act like I’m drunk it doesn’t necessarily mean that I am.  Public drunkenness/urination isn’t my only avenue for escaping sobriety.  Here, then, are ten reasons that you might think I’m drunk:

10. My Moo Shoo Pork was riddled with MSG.

9. I’m delusional from a lack of sleep due to noisy alley cats behind my house noshing old fish bones from the mackerel factory in front of my house.

8. I’ve contracted feline leukemia (Cat AIDS) picking up feces from alley cats behind my house.

7. Salmonella isn’t a recreational drug.

6. A recently botched lobotomy has left me something, something.  I can’t remember.

5. Withdrawals.

4. I’m mad with rage.

3. I chased several “taste the rainbows” of Skittles down with several “Oh, Yeahs” of Kool-Aid.

2. My bi-polar disease is on the up and up.

~and, finally~

1. I am, in fact, drunk.

 

coors light bottleOnce upon a time, in an earlier post, I announced I was starting a diet that would include regular exercise, good eating and “lots of water”.  From that I learned I should never announce things.  While I’ve managed to stay on track with my weight loss goals, I’ve been fighting the process like hell.  Just like the goings on at Planned Parenthood, diets suck…the life right out of you.

I must explain that the problem with dieting does not rest in the exercising.  I thoroughly enjoy the satisfaction of working out so hard that I sweat out my b-hole.  Diets don’t suck because of eating right, either.  I like salad (dressing).  The reason diets suck is based solely on the suggestion that a person should guzzle down 64-128 ounces of water each day.  I’ve incorporated this suggestion into my daily routine and have suffered.

If I had it my way, I would eliminate “watering down” from my regiment.  Here, then, are ten reasons why you shouldn’t drink more water:

10. Peeing out your butt hole when you’re not sick or dying is slightly disgusting

9.  Tinkling more than a dozen times a day is bad for your water bill

8. The large amount of urine you expel just adds to the production and bottling of more Coors Light

7. The more water you drink, the clearer you see that you should cut out the middle man and drink your own pee

6. Even horses get colic from ingesting too much water

5. When your doctor asks you to pee in a cup your hand gets wet from overflow

4. When you pee in the toilet your feet get wet from overflow

3. Your pea sized bladder fills up quicker than a ten dollar whore

2. Frequent trips to the bathroom have your employer wondering if you’re a illicit drug doer

-and, finally-

1. There’s not enough booze in this swill

 
reasons to blog

100 blogs are like 100 mL of kitten in that people eat them up so quickly no one is really counting

This article ranks as my 100th blog post.  Yippee!  I’m excited in a fun kind of way.  I never thought I could do anything more than once, but here I am sitting atop a mound of progress.

I’ve found that blogging is stimulating, relaxing and stressful all at the same time.  While I try to maintain regularity in my posting schedule, I avoid posting filler material.  I specifically design each article to stimulate and excite my readership (that’s right…you’re gonna get tickled!).  If I feel a post is sub par or lacks creativity and humor, I won’t post it.  ”Forget the schedule!” I scream through the flow of tears.  I find that blogging is as fulfilling as any dream job or sex act.  I encourage all interested parties to start blogging.  Here, then, are 10 reasons that you should blog:

10. Bloggers do it for twelve hours a day.  Now that’s Tantric!

9. It’s free and will only cost you your time and money.

8. You’ll make people feel better about themselves when you reveal your incompetence and insecurities.

7. It’s a great way to expel a lifetime of knitting knowledge without pissing off your last remaining friends.

6. There is more money to be made on the Internet than you could ever imagine…I’ve heard.

5. Blogging is guaranteed to make you a social media marketing expert over night and, also, I insist.

4. Blogging is a great way to look busy while avoiding real work.

3. Some people may or may not like you no better nor worse.

2. Fame and fortune will instantly greet you within your first five-thousand posts, give or take.

-and, finally-

1. If I can do it, surely, you can do it much better.

Thanks for reading along for all this time.  I appreciate your feedback.  I especially like hearing you express what you like and dislike.  My wife and mother did not like a post I wrote that explained the timely process of shaving my genitals.  Other people thank me for giving them a good laugh every so often.  As nice as it is, I’d like to thank you again for entertaining yourself with these foolish antics.  I plan to continue forever and always or until something better pops up.  In case you’ve missed it, here is a short list of my favorite posts in no particular order…

Misleading Wikipedia Information Or “Duh” For Short

New Tattoo For You Plus Two A.K.A The Jackalope

Excalibur

My Life

A Letter To Mrs. Stransard

You Kissed Your Step-Brother’s Sister

If these or any other posts strike your fancy, tell your friends.  Thanks for having me.

 
Beach bum

There's a small sand castle under that man's hat

I’ve been out of a job for three months now. I could think of no better way to celebrate that fact than by setting off to the region of the world known as Mexico. My thought was that I could live it up in an all-inclusive resort on less money than it takes to fill up my gas tank (btw, I drive a bus).

However, Mexico’s third-world hospitality left a bad taste in my mouth. Mexicans were so nice even though Americans were so stupid and mean. Additionally, its tropical climate left my fair-skinned ass cheeks as chapped and chaffed as a cheap prostitute’s money hole.

What I thought was going to be a great deal turned into a great dump. The shams that have been put in place to make up for years of degradation by Americans give Mexicans a bad name. I soon realized that my presence in Mexico wasn’t doing anyone any good.

I don’t think that anybody should go to Mexico and I have no one to blame but all of you. It won’t get any better until people stay away and give Mexico time to recover from years of abuse from Western culture. Here, then, are ten reasons that people should stay out of Mexico:

10. “All-inclusive resort” is Spanish for “nothing’s included in the price except give us more money”

9. The watered down Tequila is 40% alcohol by ballroom

8. Tipping is unnecessary and mandatory

7. I was in a restaurant and ordered a steak that was cooked to medium weird

6. All of the good help has immigrated north

5. The Chinese food was not very good

4. The polluted and murky sea water is not safe for drowning in

3. Pesos look like and function as play money

2. The soiled Mexican scenery makes the Jersey Shore look like paradise

-and, finally-

1. There is no doubt about it…you will get sick

 
New year's baby

If the New Year is going to cry the whole time, I don't want to participate.

At the beginning of every year, people decide to take a stab at making and sticking to resolutions.  Starting a project on January 1st is one of the most inane and arbitrarily timed strategies to accomplishing goals.   Most, if not all, resolutions are ridiculous and range anywhere from losing weight to selling more stuff on eBay.  While the intent of a resolution seems worthy, it’s not.  It’s dumb.  Here are 10 reasons I suggest no one makes resolutions:

10. Why start something now, when you can start next year?

9. Losing weight is pointless when you’re not even as fat as you’ll ever be.

8. You love smoking.  Why would you quit something you love?  Especially, when you’re only three cartons away from your very own Marlboro coffin?

7. Working out tends to be a lot of work.

6. Enjoying life more is going to be impossible with your hectic schedule.

5. Don’t cut up your credit cards; Obama said the only way out of a financial crisis is to spend more.

4. You’ll stop procrastinating this afternoon.

3. The Chinese New Year is still two months away.

2. You couldn’t possibly kill any more of your snide neighbors. You exceeded the state’s limit last year.

-and, finally-

1. Whatever your goal, you’ll never be as far along as if you’d started a year ago.

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