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That one time my BFF’s car died and I made a memorial service for it. #RIPFIDDY
Band Name Ideas
Recently discovered that my friend and I are really great at coming up with boss ass band or trivia team names. Feel free to repurpose, my friends!
Peewee Hockey Ass Scar
Dead Christ Dolphins
Casual Arson
Slappy’s Revenge
Death Row Kitties
Vick’s Dog Pound
Lemon Queef
Discipline Daddies
Citywide Fire
The Traumatic Avocados
I just want the world to know that this exists and that I iz a hire-able graphic designer.
Award-Winning Haiku
After “creative writing”, one of my favorite hobbies is eating. Upon scarfing down a plate of tortellini, I came to the realization that green peppers are not on my list of top 10 vegetables. From this game-changing moment, I dropped everything except my fork and put life into my thoughts by writing this haiku. Enjoy.
I do not like my green peppers cooked. I do not like them raw. I DO NOT LIKE GREEN PEPPERS.
**Disclaimer, this is DEFINITELY not an actual Haiku**
Fuck You, Creeper
I don’t want you to take me home to meet your mother, but I also find this unacceptable.
Worst First Date Ever
A few months ago I had the honor of sitting inches away from what had to have been the worst first date ever. I will forever regret not live-tweeting this and likely becoming internet famous, butttt I did document the situation by texting a play-by-play to my best friend. Enjoy.
How Do I Put This Delicately?
My #1 pet peeve is any form of mouth noises, especially loud eating. In contrast to bottling my rage, here are several colorful metaphors I’ve created to express what your loud eating really sounds like to me:
Like you’ve just recovered from Lockjaw and are aggressively attacking a bag of glass shards with your mouth hole.
Like you’re casually munching on the bones of small animals with a serious case of Osteoporosis.
Like a horse carcass repeatedly being smashed in a garbage compactor.
Like a gravel pit making love to a second less experienced, yet eager, gravel pit.
Like a t-rex being curb stomped.
Like the jaws of life tearing apart a 89′ LeBaron that’s been t-boned by a train.
Like a family of Beavers ironically participating in an all-you-can-eat corn on the cob contest.
Please eat quietly.
Biggest Irrational Fears
1) Steven Tyler’s lips
2) Simultaneously losing my parents wedding rings
3) Vacuuming the vacuum cord (Thanks a lot Brave Little Toaster)
4) Being forced to swallow a live goldfish
5) BABIES. The squishy, fresh kind.
Where Do All the Bugs Go?
Yeah, I had to actually google “Bugs Having Sex” for this.
Living in a region where seasons fluctuate at extreme rates, many people find themselves seriously questioning what happens to the insects they see during warm times of the year in the winter. Pulled directly from tumblr.com, theinsectchick19 says “insects don’t just ‘disappear’ and magically reappear the next year. Each species has developed some way of dealing with the cold weather.” Of course, this statement is beyond false and is proven through extensive, extremely scientific research and development.
It was Leonardo DaVinci who first suggested the construction of log ant cabins in 1995. Between puffs of peyote, DaVinci was directly quoted by the New York Times saying “Ya, I totally saw it happen. 50 of those little fuckers were carrying pieces of wood and stacking them together to prepare for the winter. I know what I saw.”
Since then, numerous studies have been done researching the development of log ant cabins. Ant scientists have found that though ants are believed to live in ant mines, these mines are actually part of an elaborate Russian conspiracy theory attempting to cover up a science experiment gone wrong. Not only has Russia used this to their advantage to cover up the hell fire they’ve created, but additionally get their largest source of income from the very popular children’s toy, Lincoln Logs. Coincidence? I think not.
Though it is very apparent and biologically proven that ants spend the majority of their life building log cabins to survive the cold winter while Russia robs them of their hard work, log cabins are not the only solution to surviving the winter as an insect. Highlighted on an NBC Dateline special, “The Spider: America’s favorite insect”, has been know for its ability to latch onto hibernating mammals during their extended slumber. Spiders commonly become emotionally, physically, and spiritually connected to large, hibernating mammals sometime in late November. During the weeks leading up to hibernation, spiders bury themselves within the thick, voluptuous fur of bears, marmots, bats, or hedgehogs in anticipation of the drastic change in temperature. This process is commonly compared to Jacob “imprinting” on an infant in the critically acclaimed Twilight series.
In regards to the hundreds of thousands of other insect species that disappear during the winter season, it has been proven that these critters conspire with various breeds of birds that migrate south for the winter. During this flight of epic proportion, insects cling for dear life to their bird friends for thousands of miles until being dropped off at designated condominium units where many insects hold timeshares.
Taking Off with the Wright Bros
A life of airplanes and suspicious brotherly love.
Orville Wright, famous printer/editor, bicycle retailer/manufacturer, airplane inventor/manufacturer, and pilot trainer, was once quoted saying “I’m too drunk to fly this fuckin’ plane.” Orville and his older brother, Wilbur, were monumental contributors to what is now the fifth most popular way of transportation across the globe, according to wiki.answers.com. Though the Wright brothers are credited with throwing open the doors for travel, communication, and international commerce, they have a much deeper history very few actually are aware of.
The Wright Brothers were born and raised in Dayton, Ohio, now home of the mechanical pencil as well as the incredibly innovative cat seatbelt. Born in 1867, Wilbur was four years Orville’s senior, and from day one, the two were inseparable. At the ages of 6 and 10, Wilbur and Orville completed their first marathon together, but yearned for something more. At ages 12 and 8, the pair decided they would dedicate their entire lives to find new ways to travel about other than running, and riding their mule Mary-Anne Louise. By the time the two completed college, where they both received degrees in E-Commerce Marketing from ITT Technical Institute, their minds were far from online sales. On a hot July morning, Orville woke up, rolled over and said to his dear brother “Today is the day.” In less than 4 hours, the Wright Brothers had constructed their first airplane and successfully flew it around the pasture.
Many people may call the iconic pair heroes, but they have been quoted saying quite the contrary, “I believe I’m just an everyday citizen, all I want to do is build cool shit with my bro.” On this very same day, the Wright Brothers invented what is now known as the fist pound, and used it as a staple to their success. As the years went on, Orville and Wilbur decided to never marry- a woman, that is. In 1907 the two took matters into their own hands, and somehow legally married the same airplane. To this day, this airplane can be found in the Smithsonian Institution of Modern Science, Ol’ Bessy hangs in the lower lobby upon entrance of the museum. Like many great things, the Wright Brothers eventually came to an end. Closer than any other brothers ever documented in the history of mankind, Orville and Wilbur died together in perfect unison on January 30th of 1948, due to old age- but more than likely excessive inhalation of jet fumes when they tragically forgot to open their barn door that cold winter. Those that attended the Wright Brothers funeral were astonished to see that they were buried in the same coffin. Betty White was quoted saying “It was such a beautiful service, I couldn’t imagine it going any other way, they were so close.” Some say that they can hear the knocking of old bones coming from their grave, continuing to give fist pounds in approval of the dope ass life that they lived. In fact, it has even been said that some can hear rustling- as if the two were rolling around in their grave- every time an airplane flies overhead.
Let it not be forgotten the great things that Orville and Wilbur left with us- Airplanes. Without airplanes, the world would without a doubt be a much worse off place for us to live.