Well, fuck this bullshit.... #fuckthisbullshit
WARNING: I tend to bounce around thoughts a lot, so if you think these thoughts are arranged sequentially, LMAO... Cute... No.
Have you ever thought to yourself?
What lies beyond the veil of madness that sugarplum fairies can go fuck themselves because TEN POUNDS OF FUCKING YOGA FUCKING PANTS WERE STOLEN!?
Seriously, who the FUCK ARE THESE YOGA PANTS STEALING BITCHES!? What in the utter fuck is going on here, I can't even... I'm dumbstruck by these three women, who are SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH STRETCHY FUCKING PANTS, THAT THEY HAVE TO FUCKING STEAL 10,000 DOLLARS WORTH OF IT.
Why? The fuck? Are people stealing Yoga pants? What the fuck is going on here? And ... I don't get it. I don't fucking get female culture at all.
just... what the fuck is going on!?
I don't get the intelligence that went into these women planning this out. Did they think, "WELL FUCK ME, i NEED THEM STRETCHY FUCKING PANTS, LET'S WADDLE OUR FAT ASSES IN THERE AND STEAL THEM MOTHERFUCKAHS!?"
And no.
No.
NO. I refuse to believe that all women are obsessed with doing the Tree pose in what can be amounted to some shitty fucking pants. I get that shopping is a thing, I REALLY get that. but as a guy, looking at this, I don't fucking know, I'm too focused on the idiocy that this was news worthy. Why was it news worthy? What makes these Yoga Pants anymore valuable than say, a Pomeranian factory? Or ten pounds of Cheetos dust? Like, what was the point?
And yes, I'm repeating myself a lot here, but that means i'm cycling through what I know, and trying to figure the fucking motivation for these dimwitted shit faces to fucking steal pants twelve sizes too small for their own fat filled ass cheeks!
I don't... I can't even. We're at a point where we're focusing on the dumb ass things people, both genders, and fuck you, I WILL punch your digital, Apache helicopter face in, you god damned failed transformer.
But we seem to be at an impasse, where we focus on the dumber stories that are happening. As I asked before, what makes these thing more valuable than any other shirt or top? Do they show the vag off in a special glimmering way? Are they designed like ass based bra that lift, separate, and wipe the stupid fucking keto diet off their recently bleached anuses?
Or are they made with a golden thread spun by twelve god like spiders?
What the fuck makes these things so fucking valuable?
The news, regardless of the source, is becoming dumber and dumber and dumber. thanks in large part to our political system flustering us with mixed signals:
1. Do we want to fuck this thing/person/place after a complex and needless series of checks and balances?
2. Do we have the energy to navigate a needlessly complicated socially dysfunctional series of signals intended to attract a mate?
3. Why the FUCK ARE WE FOCUSING ON YOGA FUCKING PANTS!?
It really is the stupidest fucking thing in the world, and I'm sure this post will get less than 10 hits, because yoga pants are fucking stupid, and my Ex makes leggings that are cheaper in price but more sturdier in wear and tear then whatever fucking bullshit is stuffed into those 10,000 dollars worth of fucking pants.
What the fuck was the reasoning?
Why is this news?
WHY?
If it's not important to me, I tend to blow it off, like, whelp, that was a thing that happened, I'm going to see what freakish fuckscape is unleashed upon the world today.
And I find a lot of things unimportant, sometimes that stance changes throughout the day, and sometimes it doesn't.
In the case of Yoga pants, I view with the same amount of joy, adoration, and respect I would at finding out someone mailed me a picture of Goatse.
"Well, time to burn this shit to the ground and move to another city"
that my level of respect I have for yoga pants. And like it or not, it's the same amount of interest I have for dumb ass Instagram drama.
No, I refuse to learn a bit more, and I don't really give a shit about sub tweeting either, like, really, what the fuck is the purpose of it? you really think that sub-tweeting someone's going to go unnoticed you uneducated little shitbag?
No? It won't?
Well, looks like little stupid Susie learned a fucking lesson today, never do that again, or I'll shut your fucking phone off and leave you high and dry on the bitch train to Brownsville, you impractical fucking shitbag.
Look, I don't mind calling women who do stupid shit, stupid fuckheads, because at the end of the day, I'm going to forget I ever wrote this, and to be honest, my level of #respectingwomen is going to be low on this blog and no where else.
Am I going to hold women up on a fucking pedestal because they're women, or female, and determine who get's to spit dick juice into their crotch whole to spawn another fuck head, who will do stupid shit in the far flung future?
No. I'm not. Because rather than deal with a bunch or REALLY unimportant bullshit, and pretend that "OH MY GOD, THIS WOMAN LIKED THIS PICTURE OF A PENGUIN!? THAT MUST MEAN SOMETHING AWFUL BECAUSE MY FRIENDS GIRLFRIENDS SISTER IN LAWS BOYFRIENDS UNCLE SAID THIS TO HER AUNT'S MOTHERS BEST FRIENDS DOG, AND SOMEONE IN THE BACKGROUND FUCKED A JAR OF PENGUIN BUTTER!"
Because why the fuck should I let female politics get in the way of me enjoying and liking a picture of a penguin?
And the answer is, I really shouldn't, and I really don't.
One of the things that bothered me most about my ex prattling on about Instagram or Facebook drama is that the way she described it was these little spats about two women bitching about shit that frankly sounds less important to me than, say, a piece of lint getting sucked into a jet engine. If it were a flock of seagull, I could understand, but if there's not really any swearing involved, I'm not really going to think there's much weight to it.
And I will admit, the first time I heard her swear, I found it fucking hilarious, and i'm talking about outside of sex, because swearing during sex is kind of the routine, while swearing during a normal day while out and about, in the right circumstances is fucking hilarious.
Also, I refuse to make myself feel bad if someone around me is feeling bad about some stupid shit, and i'm finding something hilarious that needs to be laughed at.
Yes, that makes me and asshole, but at the same time, I'm enjoying my life and not jumping on the "Everyone feel bad for Tom, because he stubbed his toe, and he's not really feeling the good vibes today! Janine, arrange the crying circle and prepare the circle jerk juice!"
I'm not going to even pretend that my reasoning for this is good. I'm just going to theorize on the facts here.
1. at least one of the women were Africa American, Latino, or just overly tanned, so that one chick that was just tanned to the point of being a sentient walking purse? Gator Lady, remember her? She might trying to make a comeback.
2. there's a thing about people with wealth, that since they can afford anything, they sometimes try to commit crimes just for the thrill of it, either that or just to do it. Bored people to stupid shit, and I should know.
3. the fact that no one tried to stop these women from carrying out this thing, and the way it was reported on, must've meant it was a slow news day, also, the chick at the counter not doing a damned thing is at fault for not doing anything to stop them.
Look, if I were there, I would've, and this is the gods honest truth, yanked them out of the store by the fucking hair and grabbed their shit, also, locked the fucking door and flipped them off.
4. Look, I'm not one to straight up punch a bitch for no reason, but if my life's at stake, and there's no other way to get that fucking idiot off me? Bitch is going down, don't care what the utter fuck the SJW's are bitching about.
On the topic of SJW's, fuck them, fuck their constant complaining, fuck everything they stand for. We now live in a society that gets away with bitching about every conceivable fucking thing in the world, and I'll give you a few stupid examples:
1. People are making noise and minding their own business.
2. Someone in their own yard is riding a motorbike, and the dust and dirt is blown into another persons yard, across the street, and they get mad about it.
3. The light switch is on, and the home is solar powered. What? The suns going to stop providing you with power because the light switch is on? Are there hungry lightning bugs in a third world country NEEDING for that extra bit of juice? what the fuck is the deal?
4. Someone gets offended by a KFC ad. Can't tell you how much I get pissy over something that actually matters. I don't care how many people boycott something, the company is going to make money hand over fist, and I'm so sure that the missing 24.99 for a stupid fifteen piece meal is going to be missed when someone hungrier or more stoned is going to cover that missing bit of money when they order the same thing, just three times more. Big whoop.
Yes, I agree that there are topics and causes that needed pursuing, things that ACTUALLY matter. Not fucking news about stolen stretchy pants or the fact that someone is closer to the camera then another person. Like, what is the point of that news?
I get that there's a need to make articles fetching, attractive, eye popping, and idiot magnets, but in this day and age where we are so inundated with dumbassery on a near daily basis, can we just pretend for one god damned minute that there's someplace out there, anywhere, really, that we can actually trust our eyes?
I'm kind of sick of all the bullshit lies, I can't watch TV anymore, because every show is advertised the same fucking way:
"This show will BLOW. YOUR MIND."
"You won't believe what happens next!~"
"two girls, one cop, all action!"
"this is the only show you'll be watching!"
"You'll abandon your whole social life to watch this show about paint drying! Also, there's fucking. Lots of fucking!"
"Cut the cable! Join the Netflix! We're essentially the same but with more over rated programming!"
"Like, comment, and subscribe and I may choose someone besides you to shout out!"
I'm a very bitter person at the worst of times, and the reason I created this blog, was simply to bitch about and vent about the pent up stupid bullshit that's floating around my head and sometimes, I need to fly the old freak flag up high enough so I can unleash whatever bitchiness is stored up.
Am I an asshole in person? Nope.
do I take pride in calling Donald Trump a fucking traitor to the country?
Yes. I really, REALLY do, god I love it so much.
Am I going to get incredibly pissy on this thing and unleash hell? Yes, of course.
Will I care if you have a problem with it? Fuck. No.
why the shit should I care?
This is MY little ranty place.
Not, my little ranty place only if you want me to rant here or not.
Fuck off, Freedom of speech you shit head.
And yes, on occasion I will post some older content, because why the fuck should I have to hold back when it's really not needed?
Like, follow, and hit the notification bell, and I'll shout you out on my channel. At least THAT, you can believe.
Have you ever thought to yourself?
What lies beyond the veil of madness that sugarplum fairies can go fuck themselves because TEN POUNDS OF FUCKING YOGA FUCKING PANTS WERE STOLEN!?
Seriously, who the FUCK ARE THESE YOGA PANTS STEALING BITCHES!? What in the utter fuck is going on here, I can't even... I'm dumbstruck by these three women, who are SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH STRETCHY FUCKING PANTS, THAT THEY HAVE TO FUCKING STEAL 10,000 DOLLARS WORTH OF IT.
Why? The fuck? Are people stealing Yoga pants? What the fuck is going on here? And ... I don't get it. I don't fucking get female culture at all.
just... what the fuck is going on!?
I don't get the intelligence that went into these women planning this out. Did they think, "WELL FUCK ME, i NEED THEM STRETCHY FUCKING PANTS, LET'S WADDLE OUR FAT ASSES IN THERE AND STEAL THEM MOTHERFUCKAHS!?"
And no.
No.
NO. I refuse to believe that all women are obsessed with doing the Tree pose in what can be amounted to some shitty fucking pants. I get that shopping is a thing, I REALLY get that. but as a guy, looking at this, I don't fucking know, I'm too focused on the idiocy that this was news worthy. Why was it news worthy? What makes these Yoga Pants anymore valuable than say, a Pomeranian factory? Or ten pounds of Cheetos dust? Like, what was the point?
And yes, I'm repeating myself a lot here, but that means i'm cycling through what I know, and trying to figure the fucking motivation for these dimwitted shit faces to fucking steal pants twelve sizes too small for their own fat filled ass cheeks!
I don't... I can't even. We're at a point where we're focusing on the dumb ass things people, both genders, and fuck you, I WILL punch your digital, Apache helicopter face in, you god damned failed transformer.
But we seem to be at an impasse, where we focus on the dumber stories that are happening. As I asked before, what makes these thing more valuable than any other shirt or top? Do they show the vag off in a special glimmering way? Are they designed like ass based bra that lift, separate, and wipe the stupid fucking keto diet off their recently bleached anuses?
Or are they made with a golden thread spun by twelve god like spiders?
What the fuck makes these things so fucking valuable?
The news, regardless of the source, is becoming dumber and dumber and dumber. thanks in large part to our political system flustering us with mixed signals:
1. Do we want to fuck this thing/person/place after a complex and needless series of checks and balances?
2. Do we have the energy to navigate a needlessly complicated socially dysfunctional series of signals intended to attract a mate?
3. Why the FUCK ARE WE FOCUSING ON YOGA FUCKING PANTS!?
It really is the stupidest fucking thing in the world, and I'm sure this post will get less than 10 hits, because yoga pants are fucking stupid, and my Ex makes leggings that are cheaper in price but more sturdier in wear and tear then whatever fucking bullshit is stuffed into those 10,000 dollars worth of fucking pants.
What the fuck was the reasoning?
Why is this news?
WHY?
If it's not important to me, I tend to blow it off, like, whelp, that was a thing that happened, I'm going to see what freakish fuckscape is unleashed upon the world today.
And I find a lot of things unimportant, sometimes that stance changes throughout the day, and sometimes it doesn't.
In the case of Yoga pants, I view with the same amount of joy, adoration, and respect I would at finding out someone mailed me a picture of Goatse.
"Well, time to burn this shit to the ground and move to another city"
that my level of respect I have for yoga pants. And like it or not, it's the same amount of interest I have for dumb ass Instagram drama.
No, I refuse to learn a bit more, and I don't really give a shit about sub tweeting either, like, really, what the fuck is the purpose of it? you really think that sub-tweeting someone's going to go unnoticed you uneducated little shitbag?
No? It won't?
Well, looks like little stupid Susie learned a fucking lesson today, never do that again, or I'll shut your fucking phone off and leave you high and dry on the bitch train to Brownsville, you impractical fucking shitbag.
Look, I don't mind calling women who do stupid shit, stupid fuckheads, because at the end of the day, I'm going to forget I ever wrote this, and to be honest, my level of #respectingwomen is going to be low on this blog and no where else.
Am I going to hold women up on a fucking pedestal because they're women, or female, and determine who get's to spit dick juice into their crotch whole to spawn another fuck head, who will do stupid shit in the far flung future?
No. I'm not. Because rather than deal with a bunch or REALLY unimportant bullshit, and pretend that "OH MY GOD, THIS WOMAN LIKED THIS PICTURE OF A PENGUIN!? THAT MUST MEAN SOMETHING AWFUL BECAUSE MY FRIENDS GIRLFRIENDS SISTER IN LAWS BOYFRIENDS UNCLE SAID THIS TO HER AUNT'S MOTHERS BEST FRIENDS DOG, AND SOMEONE IN THE BACKGROUND FUCKED A JAR OF PENGUIN BUTTER!"
Because why the fuck should I let female politics get in the way of me enjoying and liking a picture of a penguin?
And the answer is, I really shouldn't, and I really don't.
One of the things that bothered me most about my ex prattling on about Instagram or Facebook drama is that the way she described it was these little spats about two women bitching about shit that frankly sounds less important to me than, say, a piece of lint getting sucked into a jet engine. If it were a flock of seagull, I could understand, but if there's not really any swearing involved, I'm not really going to think there's much weight to it.
And I will admit, the first time I heard her swear, I found it fucking hilarious, and i'm talking about outside of sex, because swearing during sex is kind of the routine, while swearing during a normal day while out and about, in the right circumstances is fucking hilarious.
Also, I refuse to make myself feel bad if someone around me is feeling bad about some stupid shit, and i'm finding something hilarious that needs to be laughed at.
Yes, that makes me and asshole, but at the same time, I'm enjoying my life and not jumping on the "Everyone feel bad for Tom, because he stubbed his toe, and he's not really feeling the good vibes today! Janine, arrange the crying circle and prepare the circle jerk juice!"
I'm not going to even pretend that my reasoning for this is good. I'm just going to theorize on the facts here.
1. at least one of the women were Africa American, Latino, or just overly tanned, so that one chick that was just tanned to the point of being a sentient walking purse? Gator Lady, remember her? She might trying to make a comeback.
2. there's a thing about people with wealth, that since they can afford anything, they sometimes try to commit crimes just for the thrill of it, either that or just to do it. Bored people to stupid shit, and I should know.
3. the fact that no one tried to stop these women from carrying out this thing, and the way it was reported on, must've meant it was a slow news day, also, the chick at the counter not doing a damned thing is at fault for not doing anything to stop them.
Look, if I were there, I would've, and this is the gods honest truth, yanked them out of the store by the fucking hair and grabbed their shit, also, locked the fucking door and flipped them off.
4. Look, I'm not one to straight up punch a bitch for no reason, but if my life's at stake, and there's no other way to get that fucking idiot off me? Bitch is going down, don't care what the utter fuck the SJW's are bitching about.
On the topic of SJW's, fuck them, fuck their constant complaining, fuck everything they stand for. We now live in a society that gets away with bitching about every conceivable fucking thing in the world, and I'll give you a few stupid examples:
1. People are making noise and minding their own business.
2. Someone in their own yard is riding a motorbike, and the dust and dirt is blown into another persons yard, across the street, and they get mad about it.
3. The light switch is on, and the home is solar powered. What? The suns going to stop providing you with power because the light switch is on? Are there hungry lightning bugs in a third world country NEEDING for that extra bit of juice? what the fuck is the deal?
4. Someone gets offended by a KFC ad. Can't tell you how much I get pissy over something that actually matters. I don't care how many people boycott something, the company is going to make money hand over fist, and I'm so sure that the missing 24.99 for a stupid fifteen piece meal is going to be missed when someone hungrier or more stoned is going to cover that missing bit of money when they order the same thing, just three times more. Big whoop.
Yes, I agree that there are topics and causes that needed pursuing, things that ACTUALLY matter. Not fucking news about stolen stretchy pants or the fact that someone is closer to the camera then another person. Like, what is the point of that news?
I get that there's a need to make articles fetching, attractive, eye popping, and idiot magnets, but in this day and age where we are so inundated with dumbassery on a near daily basis, can we just pretend for one god damned minute that there's someplace out there, anywhere, really, that we can actually trust our eyes?
I'm kind of sick of all the bullshit lies, I can't watch TV anymore, because every show is advertised the same fucking way:
"This show will BLOW. YOUR MIND."
"You won't believe what happens next!~"
"two girls, one cop, all action!"
"this is the only show you'll be watching!"
"You'll abandon your whole social life to watch this show about paint drying! Also, there's fucking. Lots of fucking!"
"Cut the cable! Join the Netflix! We're essentially the same but with more over rated programming!"
"Like, comment, and subscribe and I may choose someone besides you to shout out!"
I'm a very bitter person at the worst of times, and the reason I created this blog, was simply to bitch about and vent about the pent up stupid bullshit that's floating around my head and sometimes, I need to fly the old freak flag up high enough so I can unleash whatever bitchiness is stored up.
Am I an asshole in person? Nope.
do I take pride in calling Donald Trump a fucking traitor to the country?
Yes. I really, REALLY do, god I love it so much.
Am I going to get incredibly pissy on this thing and unleash hell? Yes, of course.
Will I care if you have a problem with it? Fuck. No.
why the shit should I care?
This is MY little ranty place.
Not, my little ranty place only if you want me to rant here or not.
Fuck off, Freedom of speech you shit head.
And yes, on occasion I will post some older content, because why the fuck should I have to hold back when it's really not needed?
Like, follow, and hit the notification bell, and I'll shout you out on my channel. At least THAT, you can believe.
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