Pass Through The In-Between

-I had a dream that I was crowd-surfing at a huge rock concert… naked.

-Would you rather be cut in half slowly by a sharp object or quickly by a blunt object? I know, you’d rather not be in cut in half, but suppose you had to pick one.

-You only have to do one cock push-up.

-Firecrackers are by far the most entertaining way to lose one of your digits.

-Time travel is only possible after having several mixed drinks. You will be able to skip several hours of the night, but then you will spend nearly a week trying to figure out what happened while you were caught in the space/time continuum.

-Without the weapons, armies would just be terrible fashion trends literally sweeping across a nation.

-Introducing food into a romantic evening can be interesting, but a honey basted turkey and an entire pan of cornbread is taking things a little too far. Unless it’s Thanksgiving, then I suggest you at least wait until the family leaves the dinner table.

-I bet the nation suicide rate would drop dramatically if you had to include a works cited page with your suicide note.

-The day I perfect my longhand will likely be the day I die.

-Don’t blame the elephants when they go on a rampage during a circus. After all of those years being forced to sit on that little round stool and eat stale peanuts I’d want to step on some necks too. Same goes for the motorcycle riding bears and the tigers that jump through rings of fire.

-You can’t run from your problems, especially when your problem is a treadmill.

-I have a great cheesy superhero name just itching to become a monthly comic: Max Douche. He has the ability to one-up anything you say and is always dating obnoxious bitches. Under his cape he has a holster to hold his cheap cologne, a pack of condoms, a bottle opener and a pack of ping pong balls for beer pong.

-If I owned a magic flying school bus, the last thing I would do would go on adventures with the intent to learn.

-I’ve given out all of my advice, so now that I need help there’s nothing to turn to.

-Life is game; a shitty one. It is full of liars and cheaters who will steal your paper money and skip two spaces as soon as you aren’t looking. I’m watching you Top Hat!

We’re All Unique Individuals

-”I love you.” was the Freudian slip that did me in.

-I’ve never had anything literally “knock my socks off”.

-Pound, pound, and pound all mean different things. That’s why here in America we have to take ten years of English classes for even a high school degree.

-”A great man once advised that if you’re really good at something then you should never do it for free. That’s why it’s going to cost you another $2 for me to refill your drinks.” I enjoy a waitress with a good sense of humor.

-Laundry day often turns into wonder-around-the-house-naked day.

-I was disappointed to discover that there are neither elephants nor clowns on any of the Carnival Cruise Line cruise ships.

-A Chinese woman heard in 2008 that soup made with a man’s head could help cure her daughter’s suffering of psychiatric problems. She and her husband then enlisted the help of a man in December who knocked unconscious a drunk, 76-year-old passer-by before beheading him. The couple then gave their 25-year-old daughter soup made from the man’s head, served it with some garnish and some pieces of duck, and strangely, it didn’t cure shit and now the killer and the parents are going to face jail time. [News article source: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/china/5617094/Chinese-woman-boiled-mans-head-to-cure-daugthers-psychiatric-problems.html]

-A neighbor of mine informed me that there is a new trend amongst young people. Kids are smashing up Smarties [you know, those little disc candies that come in a roll of twenty or so] piling the small pieces into lines and snorting them like cocaine. The best part about this trend is that it causes no side effects; it basically just leaves them with burning nostrils and often a headache. These children are the future of the world. These kids are really going to push us in the right direction, I can feel it!

-Reverse engineering can solve a lot of problems, but it won’t fix stupid.

-The gallon of milk in my refrigerator expires on July 4. Somewhere out there, there must be a very patriotic cow, doing her part to support the American economy in this harsh economic climate.

-Kush Support is a nifty little round thing that women can put between their breasts while they sleep to provide natural support to the breasts while they sleep. Here’s the commercial. Commercial is safe for work, but some of the “related” YouTube videos might not be. [Video link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbbPYfW2s-E&feature=player_embedded]

-I’ll end this one with a little advice once again. If it smells like trout, get the hell out.

Finding Your Inner Warrior Princess

-I’m terrible at remembering faces, but I never forget a figure.

-I slept like a baby last night, or no, I slept like a rock. I don’t know, I always get rocks and babies confused.

-I think a jackhammer that made martinis would be a great idea. I’m surprised no one has capitalized on that yet.

-A yoyo with a saw blade attached to it could be an effective weapon. Granted, when it rolls back up the string to you, you’ll probably loose a couple of digits.

-In order to better promote this blog, I have a service set up that gives me very detailed stats about where my visitors are coming from. I’m already thinking that maybe it’s a little too detailed. I had two visitors who game from Google after searching for pictures of Punxsutawney Phil, the groundhog who predicts our weather here in the United States on Groundhog Day. I had a few more visitors from another search site that were looking for “sexy Asian school teachers”.

-I’m not a terribly emotional guy. I haven’t cried since Bruce Willis blew himself up in Armageddon.

-At what point in your life does running off to join the circus go from being the best idea you’ve ever had to being the worse life decision you could make.

-The James Bond film, Octopussy, is quite possibly the most stereotypical movie about India ever, even more so than Aladdin. In less than a five minute span, James Bond watches a man play music for a cobra in a wicker basket, then 007 runs across a bed of hot coals, passes a guy laying on a bed of nails, ducks under a guy blowing fire and juggling flaming torches, and then pulls a sword out of a sword-eaters mouth to fight off some goons.

-Oh, and Octopussy tells James Bond that her name was her father’s pet name for her. How fucking strange is that?

-I sure could go for a nightcap.

-I had a friend in high school who had a terrible fear of water… What’s that called again? Oh yeah, drowning.

-”Insurance policies are a lot like hospital gowns – chances are your ass isn’t covered” – Bill Maher

-I do what I want so you don’t have to.