This ain't no fucking moon... in french

i heard a comedian once say that you can say anything in french and it'll sound good, even if it's nasty... like j'ai eu à prendre une merde poo-poo... or something like that.

works for star wars as well.

this has extra umph because when i get an email via my droid phone obi wan says "that's no moon... it's a space station" and everyone around me stops, stares and worships me.

i dig it.

(seen this image all over the interwebs, so i don't know who to give credit to)

This cannot be said enough...

please, let the madness stop.

let kids think for themselves.

they're not as fucking stupid as you think they are.

(via smbc)

Jesus in the pants?

hmmm. something tells me no one is askin' to begin with... but oh wellz!

(image via skull swap)

My affinity for "fuck"

i love the word "fuck". maybe it's because i was exposed to this word from a very young age (thanks, dad)... i don't know.

i do know that i ruthlessly employ its use whenever possible.

it gives kick. it's an exclamation point without having to use an exclamation point. it makes people listen.

so i ain't gonna fucking stop.

ya fucking feel me?

:-)

"Repeat it after me, bitch!"

i don't expect you to watch this whole thing...

but if ya wanna laugh yer ass off, i'd suggest watching at least a minute or two.

"are ya laughin' now, beotch?"

Vegas & religion... misleading muthafuckas

i just got back from vegas.

sure. it was fun. but i went into it knowing i wasn't gonna come out on top (i didn't).

yeah, i won some bets and was up big at one point but then i ended up blowin' it all on booze and limo rides and shows and stuff. that's how vegas is. you win some, but you usually lose most -- one way or another.

and that's what religion is, folks. it's a misleading lie.

sure, it sounds good. looks good. tempting. do this and that and you'll be in paradise forever. bla bla bla.

but in the end, it's really just a waste of time, effort and braincells.

so if i'm gonna be a sucker, i'd rather it be fun... and believe me, those fairytales of jesus & co. aren't any fun.

i mean, they won't comp your hotel room, or give you VIP status on the tables, or circle you with showgirls.

Richard brautigan, part 3

continuing on from that awesome book i was tellin' ya about... here's another 'lil gem:

OUCH!

They...just...won't...meet

every day i stand at this bus stop and look up and wish the lines of these objects would just meet up to form a perfect rectangle... or at least meet up to make a shape of some kind.... any kind.

but no matter how long i stare at it, no matter how hard i will it, no matter how much energy and thought i put into it, it just...

doesn't...

work.

'cuz that's fucking life.

Class with neil degrasse tyson

this will be fun. i guarantee it:

i went to a liberal arts school that cost $25K a year and i never got that sorta in-your-face education.

REFUND MUTHAFUCKA!

Richard brautigan, part 2

continuing on from that awesome book i was tellin' ya about... here's another 'lil gem: