This is a record of moments of inspiration to guide wayward folks onto a higher path of existence. Never mind, that was stupid. Let's try again, because quitting is for losers.

This is not a blog. Blogs fucking suck. No one cares what a blogger has to say. Every once in a while, there is a thought in my head that my friends seem to connect with. I call these, 'Thought boners.'

I don't care if you stare at my thought boners. I don't care if you print out and manhandle my thought boners. I don't care if you like or agree with where I get my thought boners, which happens anywhere at any time whether or not children or the elderly are present. It's all about whatever feels good, compadre.

21st November 2010

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The Babe Ruth

When the party sucks, start a fight. Just make sure you’re impressive at it. I don’t mean you have to be good, make an impression. For instance, right before the fight, look your opponent dead in the eyes and Babe Ruth which part of their body you’re going to take with you.

Ex: “Hey, listen, I don’t wanna do this, but *points to left eyelid* I’m taking that away from you if you start some shit.” Of course, you’re the one starting ‘some shit’, but that’s really neither here nor there.

Just remember, fighting is a major party foul, so it is your responsibility to mitigate the levels of your dickheaditude by making it a worthwhile viewing experience.