Have you ever noticed the length you will go, the distances you will travel, the trials and tribulations you'll put yourself through... just to get one more brushing's worth of toothpaste out of the tube. Whenever I start to run low, I ueually don't even make any type of note of it until it gets to be a real challenge to get that last little bit. I know I'm living on borrowd toothpaste time. It's hard for me to visualize where I get the brute strength in the mornings to smash the shit out of the flattened and mostly empty tube just the get that smidgen of toothpaste residue on my brush. We're past the pea sized globule you use when the tube is new. You can just prepare the brush with no abandon, no care in the world when you got a new tube. It's like the way oil was looked at back in the day when they built cars out of steel. But no, not now. At this point, I don't even know if there's really any paste on the brush. I think there is. I think I got a little. The next step after this is scraping the bristles around the little tube hole. And brother, that's a whole new ballgame...
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Have you ever taken a shower somewhere and noticed the showehead indicating a massage setting? Not to spoil the surprise here, but it's probably the worst massage ever. Who came up with this idea? I mean, were massages horribly inadequate when this showerhead was designed? I have to say, I feel sorry for people who turn this on and are suddenly relaxed and relieved of stress... Because that person has obviously never felt the touch of another human being in their life. I hearby issue a boycott on all showerheads that can claim to give a massage until we can get this right. And I've brought this up to several people in the past and some of you ladies out there use the showerhead for some dirty things. Look, I'm not raining on your parade. If it had a "masturbation" setting, I wouldn't be all up in arms. But it doesn't. So I'm not going to take it anymore.
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Um, I don't listen to the radio too much anymore. At least not much top 40 stuff. Every now and again I'll come across something that has some major current pop relevance in our culture. So the other day I heard a song by Carrie Underwood called "Before He Cheats". Ok. Woooah. Maybe they could have called the song "Let's Go Commit Some Felonies", because I mean...damn... The followup to the song could be by a guy called "I Just Pressed Charges". What is after "Before He Cheats" on Carrie's album? Is it "I Shot You In The Face"? It reminds me of that song by the Dixie Chicks where they kill that guy. What is it with country music chicks? All the killing. All the vandalism. It's like 90's era gangsta rap took the East Coast/West Coast anger and gave it to women in country music after Tupac and Biggie got capped.These chicks are pissed. And they're fed up with your shit so beware. When your rolling through your lady's cd collection and you see a copy of Wide Open Spaces, you better watch your ass.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Look At What I Did With My Sociology Degree Today!
Look what I did with my sociogy degree today!
Here's what I did with my sociolgy degree today... I just mailed this. I better get some sort of response.
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The Walt Disney Corp.
PO Box 3232
Anaheim, CA 92803
Dear Walt Disney Corporation,
Due to the intense enthusiast my wife has been in your characters throughout her lifetime, and thus my recent reintroduction to many of your popular trademarks and symbols, it has dawned on me to question many of the held philosophies of the Disney universe. While it appears that most, if not all the characters in your realm are animals, how do you feel it is possible to basically turn the animal world upside down to simply create a colorful empire that in no way could ever exist?
First of all, Mickey Mouse is a mouse and Pluto is a dog. How could a mouse ever hold dominion over a dog? It would seem to be impossible, although I suppose it could happen. The fact that Mickey holds an enormous size advantage to most mice could probably gain him the mastery over Pluto. Still, what gave him this loftiness? Surely evolution could not have brought him to this state this quickly in any modern timeline…
If the fact that a mouse could have a dog as a pet is not insulting enough to Pluto, one begs to question another popular dogs stature in the Disney cosmos. Apparently Goofy is a dog as well. How did he evolve to the point where he can walk on two legs, and (though albeit, it appears he suffers from some sense of mental hindrance), have the ability to speak? How do you think this makes Pluto feel? What force freed Goofy to a life of freedom, though still works to hold Pluto in the bonds of slavery?
Finally it appears that some model of decency exists in this bizarre domain, as most of the characters wear some sort of clothing. I suppose that Pluto is free to roam naked as most pets are, and almost all of thee others are clad in pants. Donald Duck, however, must not have seen the ordinance demanding some sort of respect of moral ethics, as he is often seen running around with a violent temper and wearing only a modest jacket. If someone were acting this way in any other modern society, he would likely be jailed and dismissed as either insane, or at the very least, a deviant thug.
I would be very appreciative if you could answer these questions. I hold a bachelor of arts from an accredited university and majored in sociology with a concentration in criminology, and by all accounts this world you depict ignores all the theories of which I have ever studied. This civilization would eventually destroy itself if it could ever exist in the first place. It breaks nearly all rules of social interaction. What are we teaching our children? That pants are optional? That some classes of dogs are seemingly more advanced than others? That mice can grow to non-proportionate sizes? A timely answer to these questions would be most becoming of you as a gigantic corporation that probably has someone on staff to read things like this.
Sincerely yours,
Samuel C. Terito
LSU BA '01
Here's what I did with my sociolgy degree today... I just mailed this. I better get some sort of response.
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The Walt Disney Corp.
PO Box 3232
Anaheim, CA 92803
Dear Walt Disney Corporation,
Due to the intense enthusiast my wife has been in your characters throughout her lifetime, and thus my recent reintroduction to many of your popular trademarks and symbols, it has dawned on me to question many of the held philosophies of the Disney universe. While it appears that most, if not all the characters in your realm are animals, how do you feel it is possible to basically turn the animal world upside down to simply create a colorful empire that in no way could ever exist?
First of all, Mickey Mouse is a mouse and Pluto is a dog. How could a mouse ever hold dominion over a dog? It would seem to be impossible, although I suppose it could happen. The fact that Mickey holds an enormous size advantage to most mice could probably gain him the mastery over Pluto. Still, what gave him this loftiness? Surely evolution could not have brought him to this state this quickly in any modern timeline…
If the fact that a mouse could have a dog as a pet is not insulting enough to Pluto, one begs to question another popular dogs stature in the Disney cosmos. Apparently Goofy is a dog as well. How did he evolve to the point where he can walk on two legs, and (though albeit, it appears he suffers from some sense of mental hindrance), have the ability to speak? How do you think this makes Pluto feel? What force freed Goofy to a life of freedom, though still works to hold Pluto in the bonds of slavery?
Finally it appears that some model of decency exists in this bizarre domain, as most of the characters wear some sort of clothing. I suppose that Pluto is free to roam naked as most pets are, and almost all of thee others are clad in pants. Donald Duck, however, must not have seen the ordinance demanding some sort of respect of moral ethics, as he is often seen running around with a violent temper and wearing only a modest jacket. If someone were acting this way in any other modern society, he would likely be jailed and dismissed as either insane, or at the very least, a deviant thug.
I would be very appreciative if you could answer these questions. I hold a bachelor of arts from an accredited university and majored in sociology with a concentration in criminology, and by all accounts this world you depict ignores all the theories of which I have ever studied. This civilization would eventually destroy itself if it could ever exist in the first place. It breaks nearly all rules of social interaction. What are we teaching our children? That pants are optional? That some classes of dogs are seemingly more advanced than others? That mice can grow to non-proportionate sizes? A timely answer to these questions would be most becoming of you as a gigantic corporation that probably has someone on staff to read things like this.
Sincerely yours,
Samuel C. Terito
LSU BA '01
Look At What I Did With My Sociology Degree Today!
Look what I did with my sociogy degree today!
Here's what I did with my sociolgy degree today... I just mailed this. I better get some sort of response.
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The Walt Disney Corp.
PO Box 3232
Anaheim, CA 92803
Dear Walt Disney Corporation,
Due to the intense enthusiast my wife has been in your characters throughout her lifetime, and thus my recent reintroduction to many of your popular trademarks and symbols, it has dawned on me to question many of the held philosophies of the Disney universe. While it appears that most, if not all the characters in your realm are animals, how do you feel it is possible to basically turn the animal world upside down to simply create a colorful empire that in no way could ever exist?
First of all, Mickey Mouse is a mouse and Pluto is a dog. How could a mouse ever hold dominion over a dog? It would seem to be impossible, although I suppose it could happen. The fact that Mickey holds an enormous size advantage to most mice could probably gain him the mastery over Pluto. Still, what gave him this loftiness? Surely evolution could not have brought him to this state this quickly in any modern timeline…
If the fact that a mouse could have a dog as a pet is not insulting enough to Pluto, one begs to question another popular dogs stature in the Disney cosmos. Apparently Goofy is a dog as well. How did he evolve to the point where he can walk on two legs, and (though albeit, it appears he suffers from some sense of mental hindrance), have the ability to speak? How do you think this makes Pluto feel? What force freed Goofy to a life of freedom, though still works to hold Pluto in the bonds of slavery?
Finally it appears that some model of decency exists in this bizarre domain, as most of the characters wear some sort of clothing. I suppose that Pluto is free to roam naked as most pets are, and almost all of thee others are clad in pants. Donald Duck, however, must not have seen the ordinance demanding some sort of respect of moral ethics, as he is often seen running around with a violent temper and wearing only a modest jacket. If someone were acting this way in any other modern society, he would likely be jailed and dismissed as either insane, or at the very least, a deviant thug.
I would be very appreciative if you could answer these questions. I hold a bachelor of arts from an accredited university and majored in sociology with a concentration in criminology, and by all accounts this world you depict ignores all the theories of which I have ever studied. This civilization would eventually destroy itself if it could ever exist in the first place. It breaks nearly all rules of social interaction. What are we teaching our children? That pants are optional? That some classes of dogs are seemingly more advanced than others? That mice can grow to non-proportionate sizes? A timely answer to these questions would be most becoming of you as a gigantic corporation that probably has someone on staff to read things like this.
Sincerely yours,
Samuel C. Terito
LSU BA '01
Here's what I did with my sociolgy degree today... I just mailed this. I better get some sort of response.
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The Walt Disney Corp.
PO Box 3232
Anaheim, CA 92803
Dear Walt Disney Corporation,
Due to the intense enthusiast my wife has been in your characters throughout her lifetime, and thus my recent reintroduction to many of your popular trademarks and symbols, it has dawned on me to question many of the held philosophies of the Disney universe. While it appears that most, if not all the characters in your realm are animals, how do you feel it is possible to basically turn the animal world upside down to simply create a colorful empire that in no way could ever exist?
First of all, Mickey Mouse is a mouse and Pluto is a dog. How could a mouse ever hold dominion over a dog? It would seem to be impossible, although I suppose it could happen. The fact that Mickey holds an enormous size advantage to most mice could probably gain him the mastery over Pluto. Still, what gave him this loftiness? Surely evolution could not have brought him to this state this quickly in any modern timeline…
If the fact that a mouse could have a dog as a pet is not insulting enough to Pluto, one begs to question another popular dogs stature in the Disney cosmos. Apparently Goofy is a dog as well. How did he evolve to the point where he can walk on two legs, and (though albeit, it appears he suffers from some sense of mental hindrance), have the ability to speak? How do you think this makes Pluto feel? What force freed Goofy to a life of freedom, though still works to hold Pluto in the bonds of slavery?
Finally it appears that some model of decency exists in this bizarre domain, as most of the characters wear some sort of clothing. I suppose that Pluto is free to roam naked as most pets are, and almost all of thee others are clad in pants. Donald Duck, however, must not have seen the ordinance demanding some sort of respect of moral ethics, as he is often seen running around with a violent temper and wearing only a modest jacket. If someone were acting this way in any other modern society, he would likely be jailed and dismissed as either insane, or at the very least, a deviant thug.
I would be very appreciative if you could answer these questions. I hold a bachelor of arts from an accredited university and majored in sociology with a concentration in criminology, and by all accounts this world you depict ignores all the theories of which I have ever studied. This civilization would eventually destroy itself if it could ever exist in the first place. It breaks nearly all rules of social interaction. What are we teaching our children? That pants are optional? That some classes of dogs are seemingly more advanced than others? That mice can grow to non-proportionate sizes? A timely answer to these questions would be most becoming of you as a gigantic corporation that probably has someone on staff to read things like this.
Sincerely yours,
Samuel C. Terito
LSU BA '01
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Animal Planet
So Animal Planet. The channel that LOVES animals, right? All animals? Because I just saw a full grown lion take down a poor gazzelle. I guess you didn't love the gazzelle that much, Animal Planet. What the fuck, man... So you love all the animals that aren't fodder for the other animals to look better. I suppose the zebra that I just saw a cheetah drag to the ground unmercifully was just a speed bump. Just a prop? Motherfuckers.
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Speaking of animals, I was driving to work this morning and I was looking out the window. Flying high in the air was some sort of hawk or falcon or eagle... I'm not quite sure. Either way, there were a series of smaller birds like dive bombing at it, and I couldn't help but say aloud to the eagle, from my car window, "What did you do? What the hell did you just get into, man?" I mean, something was up. That eagle must have done something, unless the smaller birds were just fucking with him, which I could honestly see too. "Hey, lets go fuck with that eagle over there..." That reminds me. I still hate most everyone I went to middle school with.
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For shits and giggles, check out me and Adam's new podcast, Crapchat. It's so radical that you'll be speaking in tongues shortly after listening to it. Click HERE to listen. Scroll down and click "episode 2". There's like this 1 minute commercial to get thru but then it'll crank right up. You'll love it. Or hate it. Or hate to love it. Or whatever.
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Speaking of animals, I was driving to work this morning and I was looking out the window. Flying high in the air was some sort of hawk or falcon or eagle... I'm not quite sure. Either way, there were a series of smaller birds like dive bombing at it, and I couldn't help but say aloud to the eagle, from my car window, "What did you do? What the hell did you just get into, man?" I mean, something was up. That eagle must have done something, unless the smaller birds were just fucking with him, which I could honestly see too. "Hey, lets go fuck with that eagle over there..." That reminds me. I still hate most everyone I went to middle school with.
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For shits and giggles, check out me and Adam's new podcast, Crapchat. It's so radical that you'll be speaking in tongues shortly after listening to it. Click HERE to listen. Scroll down and click "episode 2". There's like this 1 minute commercial to get thru but then it'll crank right up. You'll love it. Or hate it. Or hate to love it. Or whatever.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Success Rice, Tori, and Vomit
I was at the store the other day and I was on the rice isle. So I saw some called "Success Rice". I started thinking... would the opposite be called "Failure Rice"? That probably wouldn't sell well. But I would buy it. And when it came out of the boiling water and it was shrivled and discolored, I would say "I have successfully failed at this." But then it wouldn't be much of a failure, would it? Anyway, I kept ambling around (which most of you know, I fucking love to do in grocery stores) and I found some of the store brand items. I admired them for a while, and then broke into a sprint towards the meat isle. There I grabbed some pre-packaged pork loin (say that 3 times fast) and held it at my crotch like it was a gigantic horse wang and swang it around in the direction of an old woman, panting and wild eyed... Ok, the last part of that wasn't true but it would be fantastic if it were? The answer is yes. It would be.
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The next time your in an empty parking lot and a bum approaches you and you expect him to ask for money, quickly ask him if he can lend you a dollar before he says anything. That'll shut him up. That is, until he stabs you or something. Then I guess he'll get your money anyway.
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Is every single Tori Amos or Fiona Apple song about rape?
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Several years ago, me and a bunch of friends got really drunk one night and then passed out in various places in the apartment. The next morning about 9am I woke up and was about to vomit so I ran to the bathroom and someone was inside, passed out with the door locked. I then ran to the kitchen sink, but it was full of dishes. Frantically anticipating a severe problem of throwing up on the floor OR on or very near sleeping people, I opened the front door and threw up violently a few feet from the little concrete entranceway. After I'd finished, I looked up and noticed a man walking behind his 8 year old daughter on a bike with training wheels, staring at me. He probably thought I was on heroin or something. That's not something I would expect to see in my apartment complex. Either way, one of the people sleeping in that apartment was a very close friend of mine (I'll edit this later and enter his name if he's ok with it). He later told me he'd fingered some chick earlier that evening and wiped his soiled hand all over my face after I had passed out. I wish I would have known because I'd have thrown up on him that morning. I kind of got him back several years later but that story's for another day.
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The next time your in an empty parking lot and a bum approaches you and you expect him to ask for money, quickly ask him if he can lend you a dollar before he says anything. That'll shut him up. That is, until he stabs you or something. Then I guess he'll get your money anyway.
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Is every single Tori Amos or Fiona Apple song about rape?
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Several years ago, me and a bunch of friends got really drunk one night and then passed out in various places in the apartment. The next morning about 9am I woke up and was about to vomit so I ran to the bathroom and someone was inside, passed out with the door locked. I then ran to the kitchen sink, but it was full of dishes. Frantically anticipating a severe problem of throwing up on the floor OR on or very near sleeping people, I opened the front door and threw up violently a few feet from the little concrete entranceway. After I'd finished, I looked up and noticed a man walking behind his 8 year old daughter on a bike with training wheels, staring at me. He probably thought I was on heroin or something. That's not something I would expect to see in my apartment complex. Either way, one of the people sleeping in that apartment was a very close friend of mine (I'll edit this later and enter his name if he's ok with it). He later told me he'd fingered some chick earlier that evening and wiped his soiled hand all over my face after I had passed out. I wish I would have known because I'd have thrown up on him that morning. I kind of got him back several years later but that story's for another day.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
the Pinch-N-Roll and Dog Humility
Have you ever had some sort of annoying problem with your body, like maybe an itch or a sore muscle or something like that... and then issued an ultimatum to your subconscious to make it stop? I was in a doctor's office waiting room the other day surrounded by a bunch of old people. All of a sudden, i had this minor ball itch. Nothing strange at first, but eventually it became apparant i was going to have to cup myself and rearrange or something in front of everyone in the waiting area. First I just did this weird leg crossing thing, and then I did this "rub the insides of your knees together" kind of action. But it still itched. Finally I looked at my crotch and using the force, I mentally demanded it stop itching or I would defile myself in front of everyone. Needless to say, eventually I had to do the quick "pinch and roll", but I hoped people mistook it for a high inner thigh scratch. If you're a guy, you know what the "pinch and roll" is. If you're a girl, then ask a guy.
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Have you ever seen a dog drag its ass across the yard? Dogs have no humility and you really have to respect that. Whenever I see that, I want to tell the dog "You drag that ass, dog... you drag it. Hell, I would do it if I could...". In fact, I'm going to do that at the next crawfish boil I go to and see what people think of it. Either that or a crowded mall around Christmas time.
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The other day I was driving down Florida Blvd and as I passed the big Airline intersection, there was this guy with his pants around his ankles pissing. He was just sitting there facing traffic. Didn't even bother to go behind a tree or a building or anything. Way to go, Baton Rouge. We're finally on the move!
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I bet if you wanted to start an accounting firm, but wanted to call it FUCKSHIT, Inc... you wouldn't get a lot of business. Just a hunch. Maybe you could call it "Pinch-N-Roll" though. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.....
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Have you ever seen a dog drag its ass across the yard? Dogs have no humility and you really have to respect that. Whenever I see that, I want to tell the dog "You drag that ass, dog... you drag it. Hell, I would do it if I could...". In fact, I'm going to do that at the next crawfish boil I go to and see what people think of it. Either that or a crowded mall around Christmas time.
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The other day I was driving down Florida Blvd and as I passed the big Airline intersection, there was this guy with his pants around his ankles pissing. He was just sitting there facing traffic. Didn't even bother to go behind a tree or a building or anything. Way to go, Baton Rouge. We're finally on the move!
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I bet if you wanted to start an accounting firm, but wanted to call it FUCKSHIT, Inc... you wouldn't get a lot of business. Just a hunch. Maybe you could call it "Pinch-N-Roll" though. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.....
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Telephone numbers, Speak and Yell, and the non Blue Jean norm..
How come telephone numbers are presented in a 3 digit-4 digit pattern? Who came up with that? Can I take credit for it? 555-1234. There it is... the telephone number presentaion standard. And sometimes phone numbers have the 3 digit area code attached, making it an additional part of the equation. 212-555-1234. That just makes it a little harder. 3/3/4. I bet if you're from another country and you're just learning English, it's a funny day when you learn that one. "Hey Zacharitteye, in America we go with a 3 digit 4 digit pattern... so get with the program".
Fuck that. I'm going to go in a new direction and go with a 2/3/2 pattern. I'm gonna go with a 55-512-34. That's gonna mess with some people. They're gonna be like "Who is THIS guy, fucking with the equation? Who does he think HE is?! You can't mess with that, man. That's the rules." And speaking of phone numbers, how long ago were phone numbers just 1 number:
"Hey, what's your phone number?"
"4."
"Cool. I'm gonna give you a call. By the way, mine's 11."
They had to be like that at some point. I guess Alexander Graham Bell's number was "1". I know he wasn't like "Let's go with 7 numbers just to be weird..." but who knows. Maybe he was one strange cat... I mean, he was going by the 3 names and all. Alexander Bell wasn't good enough. Maybe by that rationale, neither was just one numbered phone numbers.
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I know I've told a few people this before, so you may have already heard this one. Does anyone remember Speak-And-Spell? It was this little electronic toy thing that would basically teach you reading skills in a fun little quizlike manner. There was only one problem. My Speak-And-Spell was mean to me:
"Spell 'RANGER'"
"R-A-N-G-R-E"
"Wrong. Try Again. 'Ranger'"
"R-A-N-J-E-Y-R-E"
"THAT IS INCORRECT. THE CORRECT SPELLING OF 'RANGER' IS R-A-N-G-E-R!!!"
I remmber looking at it saying "Woah, motherfucker. Take it easy" I mean, it's Speak-And-Spell, Not Yell-At-Me-And-Spell. I don't think that would have had the same impact. Hit-Me-And-See-If-You-Can-Spell. Although that would have been pretty cool in a way, I just don't know how I could learn under those circumstances. I believe there were a few more in the series, like "Speak-And-Read" and "Speak-And-Math", but the "Speak-and-Spell was the o.g. of verbally coercive teaching machines. It must not have caught on, because schools still exist. But I'm still a little hurt by the Speak and Spell, and I don't think there's gonna be any changing that. I'm sorry I could never please you, Speak and Spell, wherever you are now... If it makes you feel better, I know how to spell "ranger" today because of you.
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You know what I don't care for too much? Button fly jeans. Who came up with this shit? When I have to pee in a public bathroom, I want to just go with a little pull-the-fly-down action. When you're trying to undo buttons without actually undoing your belt and the first snap, you kind of look like you're playing with yourself. And that looks kind of funny when you're standing at a urinal.
I have one pair. I don't know where I got them but I have a pair of them. They are the devil. In fact, in hell everybody's probably running around in buttonfly jeans, and there is a gigantic Speak and Spell yelling at them all.
Fuck that. I'm going to go in a new direction and go with a 2/3/2 pattern. I'm gonna go with a 55-512-34. That's gonna mess with some people. They're gonna be like "Who is THIS guy, fucking with the equation? Who does he think HE is?! You can't mess with that, man. That's the rules." And speaking of phone numbers, how long ago were phone numbers just 1 number:
"Hey, what's your phone number?"
"4."
"Cool. I'm gonna give you a call. By the way, mine's 11."
They had to be like that at some point. I guess Alexander Graham Bell's number was "1". I know he wasn't like "Let's go with 7 numbers just to be weird..." but who knows. Maybe he was one strange cat... I mean, he was going by the 3 names and all. Alexander Bell wasn't good enough. Maybe by that rationale, neither was just one numbered phone numbers.
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I know I've told a few people this before, so you may have already heard this one. Does anyone remember Speak-And-Spell? It was this little electronic toy thing that would basically teach you reading skills in a fun little quizlike manner. There was only one problem. My Speak-And-Spell was mean to me:
"Spell 'RANGER'"
"R-A-N-G-R-E"
"Wrong. Try Again. 'Ranger'"
"R-A-N-J-E-Y-R-E"
"THAT IS INCORRECT. THE CORRECT SPELLING OF 'RANGER' IS R-A-N-G-E-R!!!"
I remmber looking at it saying "Woah, motherfucker. Take it easy" I mean, it's Speak-And-Spell, Not Yell-At-Me-And-Spell. I don't think that would have had the same impact. Hit-Me-And-See-If-You-Can-Spell. Although that would have been pretty cool in a way, I just don't know how I could learn under those circumstances. I believe there were a few more in the series, like "Speak-And-Read" and "Speak-And-Math", but the "Speak-and-Spell was the o.g. of verbally coercive teaching machines. It must not have caught on, because schools still exist. But I'm still a little hurt by the Speak and Spell, and I don't think there's gonna be any changing that. I'm sorry I could never please you, Speak and Spell, wherever you are now... If it makes you feel better, I know how to spell "ranger" today because of you.
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You know what I don't care for too much? Button fly jeans. Who came up with this shit? When I have to pee in a public bathroom, I want to just go with a little pull-the-fly-down action. When you're trying to undo buttons without actually undoing your belt and the first snap, you kind of look like you're playing with yourself. And that looks kind of funny when you're standing at a urinal.
I have one pair. I don't know where I got them but I have a pair of them. They are the devil. In fact, in hell everybody's probably running around in buttonfly jeans, and there is a gigantic Speak and Spell yelling at them all.
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