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Looking good in your pull over hood,

But I know you look better without the sweater.

Show me your boobs.  Can I hold them now?

I’ve been sitting on my hands for several reasons;

Your flesh is warmed by my touch.

Nipples are nature’s stick candy, sweet and pointed.

I am a pedantic romantic. 

You’re foolish for letting me near you.

Don’t put your shirt on yet.

Dammit!

 
Hes as good as dead anyway; hes not even wearing a helmet

He's as good as dead anyway; he's not even wearing a helmet

Here is a very simple method to destroy a fly using only your bare hands.  This act will not only kill the fly, but also teach valuable lessons to his next of kin.  C’mon, really?  You’re having second thoughts.  Don’t think of his family.  Just do it.  He’s dirty.  You know where he’s been: poop, vomit, trash.  And that was just breakfast.  He’s spreading disease on you.  Ew.  Grow a pair and kill him.  Everyone else is doing it and here’s how…For this task, you’ll need a set of hands.  You’ll also need enough patience to wait for a good moment to strike.  For this to work, there’ll need to be a single fly bothering you; more than one and it’s a sign you’re dead and rotting.  Usually, if you’re focused at work or peacefully enjoying the day, one will come along.  When you are sufficiently bothered, you’ll need to pretend that you don’t care that the fly is buzzing around.  Don’t flail as you will only briefly scare it away, thus making the annoyance last longer.  Act naturally and he’s sure to fall into your trap.  Once he’s comfortable flying near you, you may start the procedure.  First, see where he likes to go.  In the two flies I’ve ever dealt with liked my skin.  Maybe it’s because I smell like sweat and garbage.  When I gently shooed them away, they would fly up, circle in the air, and then land on my desk.  Based on these experiences, I undoubtedly say that all flies will repeat this.  Next, you’ll need to position yourself in a way that you can easily clap your hands together directly above the fly.  Now, wait for him to land.  When he settles on the desk, slowly move your spread hands about 3 inch above him.  He should be centered between your soon-to-be-clapping/killing hands.  Finally, when he takes off, which he will…Clap!  If you missed, repeat this process until the bugger is dead. Ta da!  Congratulations!  You’ve just committed murder.

 
They discovered this was a woman from the 80s trying to break through a glass ceiling.  What will scientists discover about you?

They found this woman from the 1980's trying to break through a glass ceiling. What will scientists discover about you?

What are people in the future going to say about us?  Yeah, what?  Those b*tches.  They don’t know sh*t.  Don’t judge me.  Take a paleontologist.  Here, take him.  What does he do?  He digs through trash, that’s what!  I saw this show on the Historectomy or Discoverme channel and these dudes were just digging through dirt.  One stupid idiot professor picks up an old piece of wood and a nasty pot and tells me that “this is an early receipt on reeds and a latrine from 10,000 years ago.  Analyzing the muck that has petrified inside of it is a great way to discover our ancestor’s habits.”  Did you read that?  Future people are going to check your receipts.  Then they’re going to dig through your crap to find dirt on you.  After all of that they’re gonna put it on TV.  That’s some effed up nasty sh*t.  They’re going to check my bank records and see all the toys I bought and then they’re gonna check my Internet Explorer history and think I’m sick.  I saw the show.  I know what happens.  They’re going to rummage through my poopy doo doos.  Yeah, I eat chalk and candy wrappers.  I want it all to be Chinese rice candy.  So what?  They’re going to wonder about the dog excrement.  They’ll find out I don’t have a dog.  Yeah, I’ve eaten a condom or two in my day. I’m scared.  They’re going to find out about me and tell everyone.  Whatever they tell you in the future…it’s not true.  I’m lonely.

 

I am the self proclaimed king of face stuffing.  Above all foods, cereal is the one I prefer to stuff my face with.  I like all the kinds.  I just cram it down my crammity cram hole.  It’s a great way to start the day, end the day, take a break from the day, drown emotions I don’t want to feel every day, and enjoy the day.  I crave it.  Sometimes I crave it so much that I do weird things.  Is it ok to mix cereals?  Yeah, it is.

What if I get down to the end of one box and the bowl is only half full?  No one should fill up half ways…what a waste of milk and time.  I gotta top off before I slop off.  Besides, how else am I supposed to get 35% of my daily fiber intake while fulfilling my essential marshmallow quota?  Fiber One + Count Chocula is what.

I only postulate because I saw my lovely honey bear’s father, Dougras, mixing salad dressings one time.  Ranch and blue cheese would have been kosher with me (not literally, it was bacon ranch), but he doused balsamic vinegarette and a honey mustard sauce all over his salad.  It was a vinegary, creamy mess….ladies?

All I can think is that I looked that disgusting with my cereal blends.  I mean, it’s not really a Cold Stone Creamery mix in selection: “Yes, hi.  How’s it going? Can I get the baby batter ice cream with, hmmm?  I think I’ll try thousand island and skittles.  Uh, I hope it’s good?”  Ah yeah, no.  You look nuts.  Why don’t you try one of the pre-crafted options like the candy/candy mix up?  At least those are crafted from the same elements like sugar and heart disease.

But what makes cereal so different?  The combinations are endless and could potentially be just as revolting as mixing Kraft and Paul Newman’s Own salad dressings.  The difference, my friend, is that cereal, no matter what variety, starts with the same base ingredients; grains.

Dressing is made with all sorts of crap like mayonnaise or vinegar or alkaline metals or poison oak.  It doesn’t matter how much sugar you dump onto it, a grain is a grain and they all taste the same.  And there’s nothing wrong with homogeneity.  So next time you’re down to that last little bit of Lucky Charms and you don’t want to waste your sugary milk, go ahead.  Go ahead and top ‘er off with some of your grandmother’s Muesli.

Everything’s going to be just fine because it all looks the same in the end, especially with all of that extra fiber you’re getting.

 
Tigers are known to be insanely intense passing the ball.  Look at all that sweat!

This tiger is an insanely intense ball handler (in his mouth). Look at all that sweat!

What’s your story?  Actually, don’t tell me.  I have something better to waste time with.  I’m a basketball player.  Why, though, huh?  I put the ball in the hole.  People want me on the team so they can pass me the rock.  I post up in the paint.  I’m a big  huge monstrously gigantic dude and I’m all athletic like an agile freak.  In the weight room, I can bench and squat press over 400 times.  When I get out on the ball court, it feels unnatural as hell.  That’s why I excel.  People always ask, “Why are you sweating so much around your nipple area, are you lactating?”  No, not really.  That’s grossly inaccurate and sick.  Here’s a little factoid: nipple sweat is sourced from pure adrenaline.  Try this: Put a tiger on an airplane.  He’s going to get nervous and then maul a pilot and then land the plane and then save everyone else on board and then they’ll all make their connecting flights, probably.  It’s unnatural, but heroic.  He’s excelling, he’s nervous.  You didn’t know this until right now but tiger’s nipples sweat big time.  When tiger nipples are sweating hard, I’m competing hard.  I’m heroic-ish.  Pounding the boards, inbounding the stone, eating an apple.  That’s what I do.  That’s why I play shooty hoops.

 
Take it from a half ass, life is good here

Take it from a half ass, life is good here

In the before time, when I was young, I’d envisioned a rough set of guidelines that made the most out of life by doing the least amount of work.  Half-assing it, as it is known tends to be the straightest path between the points of most and least.  Half-assery allows a person to weasel out of life’s chores and move through them quickly to the things he’d rather be doing; his goal(s).  Even though I’ve given a lot of thought to these guidelines and have had enlightening experiences that have blossomed into great half-assed lessons, I’ve never put anything down on paper.   What I’ve learned so far is that life is a series of ad hoc, inconsistent, undefined, and wishy-washy events.  It’s to your advantage to learn how to manage the unexpected by getting it out of the way quickly.   When half-assing is performed correctly (or rather, a fast as possible), a person can reach his goals and occupy as much of his time as possible with the things that best suit his fancy.

What is half-ass?  When taken literally, a half ass is either a single rosy cheek amid a bunched up pair of undies or the ugly side of a mule (take your pick).  Literal does no good.  Literal leads to stagnation and boredom.  Half-assing is all about getting down and dirty, even if it’s with your cousin’s sister.  Loosely defined, half-assing is a set of fluid principles that make the most from the least.    By keeping an open mind to sloppiness and managing to have an always changing game plan, you will almost certainly guarantee your life is a slew of TV and sleep.

Half-assing is a lifestyle that you subscribe to like an interesting magazine or marriage in that once the dues are paid, the masturbation is endless.   With that being said, half-assery is not meant to be a limbo state where you just float around aimlessly with nothing to do (unless that’s what you want, of course).  The reason for half-assing is to accomplish a more meaningful goal or activity that you’d rather be doing.  We all have obligations and chores that coincide with activities that we yearn to be doing instead. For me, it’s needing to take out a bag of smelly trash while wanting to not to take out the trash.  For you, it might be the need to pay your phone bill while simultaneously wanting to keep your money.  A life lived half-assedly is the perfect way to get the best of two worlds; what you need to do and what you want to do.  Whatever the reason for leading a half-assed life, your reward will be time filled with the pleasures you desire.  Finally, there’s a way to have your cake and eat it, too (for free, if possible).

Adding to the last point, it’s absolutely ok lead a Hippocratic lifestyle.  You might feel obligated to attack task with great effort and vigor making sure that it’s done correctly the first time.  Your attention to detail and poignancy for work are fine attributes to boast but it’s not necessary to use them at all times.  In a half-assed life, your activities become two fold.  On the one hand, you want to rush through the boring stuff.  On the other hand, you have a passion for another activity that you want to care for and nurture.  If, for example, you love to work on cars but your wife wants you to mow your neighbor’s lawn because he’s incontinent and his kids are losers, it’s ok to just mow some of his front yard sort of enabling you to get back to your labor of love quickly.  Screw that douche bag, he should have been a better father or whatever; not your problem.  He can bag his own clippings.  Feel free to tell your wife so that you’re all on the same page.  The beauty of half-assing is that it’s a part time job.  It’s a tool that you use when you need to make things go away just like a hand gun and a shovel.  Keep in mind that consistency is overrated.

If saving time and killing multiple birds with one or less stones are idioms that you live by, then half-assing is certainly up your alley.  It may not be easy to determine what you want, but it is definitely easy to say what you don’t want.  When you’re faced with the tedious and down right difficult tasks of everyday living, just half-ass it.  You’ll find what you’re looking for faster than you ever thought possible.  Half-assing your way through life is one of the best ways to get it all in without getting stuck in the muck.  So, follow along, and for the next while, we’ll take a journey together down the road of passion and satisfaction, joy and love, success and fulfillment….when I get around to it.

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