Nice Guys Like Tits and Beer Too.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Bits and Teer

You have a block of ice.
You find yourself spending more and more time with this block of ice, and eventually it becomes your best friend.
Sadly, after a while you notice it beginning to melt.
One day it confronts you and tells you that it would rather be water afterall.

That sucks.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Do not bother

I have compiled a list of things that are a waste of time.
This list comes from my extensive life experience, and is thus super great.
Here is the list:

- Everything

Think about it.

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Sunday, May 18, 2008

It's over.

I had to break up with Angie.

I just can't keep up with her and her seventy five thousand children.

Wait... could it be?

It's true.

Angie is Mother Nature. Mother to us all.

So that must make me... totally radical.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Celebrity Gossip!

My intention is not to allow this space to become a blog about celebrities and how fat they are in photos and how funny that can be.

My intention is however to enjoy breasts and the females attached to them.

Megan Fox is very attractive, even with pasties on.

I would like to be her nice guy friend.

We would meet through a mutual acquaintance.

Over a couple of weeks of bouncing cute emails back and forth, she would open up to me about how much of an asshole her rich model boyfriend is.

"What are you thinking of doing about it?" I'd ask.

"I should totally dump his ass. I should do it!" She would lie, as though she believed it.

"Yeah, well, maybe it's for the best. I'm here for you!" I would reply anxiously.

Two days later we'd talk and she'd tell me how she was going to dump him, but then he said something really romantic and she changed her mind. How could she dump him? He looked so hot and just said something romantic for the first time ever! Maybe she had finally managed to change him!

Her hot cousin then joined them for a threesome. She just happened to be in his bathroom at the time. What a strange coincidence! She knew she shouldn't do it... but she was such a bitch for thinking about breaking up with him... he deserved a special treat! Plus if she didn't, then maybe he would get bored and leave her! Oh my god! No more romance!

Over the next six months her boyfriend would be teetering on the edge of insanity, trying desperately not to murder me. I am however, the Nice Guy, and thus immune to him. If anything should happen to me, we would then enter into the grey area known as the "He's such a nice guy... I feel bad... maybe I should sleep with him" zone.

Note: Many speculate that this zone does not actually exist.

I would send her flowers on her birthday. He would forget entirely.

I would send her a cuddly teddy bear with a cute note "joking" about being her valentine. He would forget entirely.

Hey, here's a box of your favorite candies! Why? Just thinking of you!

He would eat the candy.

In the end, he dumps her for an actress who's known around town for doing anal on the second date.

At last! My time has come!

"I'm here for you! Forget about him! He was a dickhead!"

This is it!

"You're so amazing! You're like the brother I never had!"

The End.

But not really. Over the next few years she has a string of football players and models hanging off of her, drooling.

Of course, I've learned my lesson.

Next time she ignores me for a musclebound ass... I'm totally out of there! For real!

Thursday, April 17, 2008

If you make a website where people need to fill things out and submit them, then here's a tip...

Make sure it actually fucking works.
Also, when you hire people to do tech support on said site, kindly inform them of this: Telling people that they need to allow cookies in their browser is an obvious way of saying "I r stoopid with complooters an don know whatza problorms ares."

This is like, the tenthteenth post in row where I am not trying desperately to be funny and instead am venting about how terrible things are in day to day life. I don't want this to become a habit, so please people, take some fucking pride in your work.

Next on the table is this:


And now that that's out of the way, the next order of business is the faucet in the men's washroom on the fifth floor. I think we all know who's been clogging up the urinals with torn up porno magazines, but I'm willing to let it slide if it stops immediately.

Case closed.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Hey assholes on Ebay...

...not every piece of shit you want to sell is fucking R@RE you fucking dicks.
Fuck off.

Nice tits... crappy beer.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Why do they call it a cold...