Innapropriate syndrome

For some reason I have this sick obsession with making jokes that are super insensitive, always seeing how far I can push the limits while still getting a laugh or in the very least a grin while the person looks down at their feet shaking their heads at the fact that they thought that it was funny. My earliest memory of chasing the shock comments was in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, although I felt for the poor people that couldn't help themselves in that situation, I think the arrogance of building a city below sea level in prime hurricane territory was just begging to be ripped on by some asshole such as myself. There was a plethora of uncalled for comments in the wake of the storm most of which had to be followed with a "too soon?".

Anyways my next idea of something that would have been hilarious was came during baby watch 2006 waiting for Brangelina's little bundle of People magazine revenue. I campaigned openly about how the baby being a stillborn would be the funniest thing that could happen, with the hundreds of photographers all camped out awaiting the birth of the newest most coveted photo, some spokesperson comes down from the house to inform them all their is no baby. The months of "look at how she's dressing maybe she's pregnant" and "mommy to be out on the town" photos all would have culminated into the gossip magazines equivalent of shooting blood and air from your dick after an orgasm.

Next was the death of the affable Steve Irwin aka the crocodile hunter, this was just begging for it. I went all out for this one seeing as it happened somewhat close to Halloween I got super decked out in my Steve Irwin gear blood soaked shirt, blonde wig and crouching for no particular reason all night long.








Although based on those photos I'm not sure what was worse the concept of the costume or the ridiculous amount of man thigh that was exposed.

Anyways some of my other more memorable horrible comments include. Teacher asking if anyone has any other stupid questions to which I reply:"Did Owen Hart just land in the middle of the ring or did he hit the turnbuckle first?"

"How about that awesome 4 person wrestling match this summer you know the one with Chris Benoit v.s. his family... although nobody won which was a bit of a bummer"

along with many others that I am blanking on right now...

anyways I finally have my head back where it should be and am not wasting my days sitting around being a little bitch not writing on here, so that means more terrifying niggers and general useless commentary on life to follow.

Music...

Music is probably the best and worst thing for helping with emotional duress. I've realized that music can have an amazing impact on how you feel, either bringing you out of the dredgs despair or leaving you there to wallow even more. It has the power to evoke some of the strongest memories even of things that we would much rather forget, and yet some others that we would trade anything to be able to relive. The funny thing is when it's going one way you can't get enough music in your life, and when it's going the other way you force yourself into listening to Will Smith because it's the only thing that won't get you fucked up all over again.

Jack Black

I don't even know where to begin with this. Jack Black is a total bum, where large portions of the western world got the idea that this overweight douche fag is funny is beyond me. As a hefty dude myself so maybe as someone who considers himself a fairly funny person I just loathe him for being given a chance and being so useless about it. In all fairness to Jack though I must say that I am only basing my thoughts about him not being funny based on everything that I've ever seen him in. For some reason the world had a collective hard on for School of Rock which unfortunatley breathed a new life into this talentless hack's career. Before this garbage feel good movie came out Jack Black had been relegated to fat guy falling out of windows and walking into stuff minor roles, and even that was too much of him in my opinion at least. But seriously this guy just needs to stop, maybe Ben Stiller will be able to coax a perforrmance out of him that doesn't make me want to vomit in my mouth in that Tropic Thunder movie due out this summer. BUT if he ruins the gem that is based around Robert Downey Jr. in dark face then I may actually kill him.

UPDATE!!

I apologize for the lack of nominess and or other borderline interesting things being posted on here. I've been extremly busy the last little while not only watching the NBA playoffs to scout for terrifying niggers, but also having my salad tossed emotionally, basically going through a bunch of shit I've never felt before and although it wasn't exactly bad, I just wasn't exactly sure what to make of them, hence the awesome analingus reference. So anyways while dealing with all that even though I wanted too there was no way for me to put fingers to the keyboard and type anything of any signifigance or comedic value ect.

But now I am back in form insensitive borderline witty, and writing with a false sense of readership. If you do happen to happen on by, I suggest you check out my last.fm player, as it will learn youy onto what some good tunes are. So summer is around the corner its nice weather to take your pants off outside of the bar and all the other great things that go along with summer. Got some Warped tour action coming up and one of my favourite not so heavy bands JEW also known as Jimmy Eat World, so there will be some hard alcoholism that night followed by some sweet rocking out and then some more dirty alcoholism, but anyways speaking of JEW I'm in the mood for a late night BBQ.

More on the way

Ridiculous

So today I was feeling like I needed to get some content on here just for the sake of not taking a year off again and so on and so forth, yet there was really nothing of any signifgance that I wanted to vent about, and although there is nothing wrong with shit going well in my life, it just doesn't bring out the angry humour in which I pride myself so much in.

So I figured I would search the internet for some inspiration to find something that was either funny itself or instilled a sense of rage in me. I believe I ended up with the first one right now, but the flashback to my youth that it sends me on may end up in a good old angry rant where nobody wins.

Now to avoid starting a third paragraph off with so, I wen't to the lovley website known as youtube, or as that inbred coke fiend George W. Bush calls it, "the youtube". Not really knowing what would inspire me I type in ridiculous into the serach bar and the first thing that comes up is this gem.



Now that video on it's own probably wouldn't do much for most people I know, maybe amusing to some 14 year old, or small dicked scum bags that hit their girlfriends throw all their money into some garbage import car and then get max drunk and wrap it around a tree.

HOWEVER for me it immediatley had alarm bells going off in my mind, because this lame video totally reminded me of what is possibly, ok not even possibly, definitley the greatest commercial in the history of the world. Which you will be able to witness below in all it's glory.



NOW THAT.... is ridiculous. It's also a reminder of simpler times getting up early to watch cartoons and Popular Mechanics for Kids, because even though you were too young to fully realize it, deep down you knew that Elisha Cuthbert was someone that one day you would most definitley want to throw it too. Also you were king shit because you had a Nintendo 64 and no one else did. And although 64 is awesome you weren't as much as a fucking papsmear as this little fuck.




PEACE