Porno Video Stores
Once the technologically challenged old timers are too old (impotent) to jerk off, there will be no need for stores hocking Porno rentals. Fogies who are afraid of the "damned webnets" are the only thing keeping these relics above water. Porn is free and in abundance all over the internet. I mean, with the pop ups, I'm looking at porn even when I don't want to. While I'm furiously clicking boxes to get the heaps of titty off my screen, there's a 50 something browsing through the barely legal section of an adult store ready to drop $50 on a nice weekend alone. Also, remember when you watched that favorite part of your favorite porno so many times that the specific spot on the tape was worn and the screen would go sort of fuzzy when it got to it? Yeah, that doesn't happen on the internet. Peace out, creepy, grimy, sticky, smelly adult video stores.
Just barely graduating high school, over-paid wastes of my tax dollars...meet GPS. GPS is your enemy. GPS wants to do your job for a small one time fee. GPS likes it when you reject bargaining offers that would see you getting paid $62000 a year by 2010. GPS is a big fan of your sour attitude and all around ineptness. You better watch it or GPS is probably going to sleep with your wife too. Before you know it, your kids will be calling GPS "daddy". The dream is over, subway drivers. You know that dream where you didn't go to college and then fell ass backwards into a union job at which you put forth zero effort and still complained about it? Yeah...it's over. Peace out stupid, surly, spoiled subway drivers.
America's Reign of Power over the World
Go go gadget China! They have more people who consume more. They aren't giant assholes...yet. They're cleaner, more efficient, and consider deadlock traffic to be an inconvenience not the 4th largest sport in their country. NASCAR sucks, by the way. America will be seeing red sooner than we think and although I probably haven't considered the damaging side effects that I, as a Canadian, will feel from such a shift in power; I'm still excited as fuck. Peace out ignorant, Big Mac smelling, gun carrying, sweaty Americans. (Not the Americans that read this blog though. When shit goes down, you can come and stay at my place.)
Steroids kill you quick. Yes, the long-term effects of steroids are largely unknown. An exhaustive 30 second google search turned up no evidence to the contrary, but you can look no further than the world of professional wrestling for all the proof you need. Stan Stasiak, Brian Pillman, Rick Rude, The British Bulldog, Hawk (Legion of Doom), Bad News Brown, and many others. All of them were overly muscular men who died of heart failure. Maybe I'm being presumptuous, or maybe steroid users die faster than that craze where all the kids had plastic baby soothers hung around their necks. I digress. Hank Aaron was absolutely pissed when you broke his home run record, but at least he can take comfort in knowing that he'll probably outlive you. Peace out pompous, drug abusing, over-the-top, cheating son of a bitch Barry Bonds.
Oh boo-fuckity-hoo. Face the facts, the endless applications are a sign of the demise of Facebook. It's becoming a task just to navigate somebody's page. Sadly, knowing that somebody's status is "excited for prom" is just about as useless as knowing how many zombies they've killed in that fucking zombie application. Facebook has abandoned hope and slid head first into desperation only to be tagged out by the next popular networking site to come along. Don't believe me? I'll leave you with one word: Friendster. What the fuck is Friendster? Exactly. Peace out everyone knowing everyone's business, confusing, intrusive, career destroying Facebook.
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Friday, May 23, 2008
Porno Video Stores