I hate smart cars

Seats two vaginas comfortably, but if you have respect for yourself find alternate transportation

Uncomfortable seating for two.

If I had a gun for every time I saw a “smart car” or as I like to call it “you obviously don’t have a fucking brain car” I would not be writing this because being convicted for multiple counts of murder in the first degree has consequences.

Why would someone buy a car with down syndrome? This is what the smart car consumers are saying:

1.) “I have no friends, so I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing me driving around town”

This is reason #1 as to why you have no friends. Sell the car, and use that money to buy shit for strangers. Some of them might end up developing a feelings of mild liking toward you and overlook the fact you lack a personality and opinions. But once you run out of money, you’re on your own.

2.) “I don’t like to get laid, so why should I put out for a car that people will respect me in?”

So I wont shoot you in the face you asexual piece of shit.

3.) “I was on a bad batch of meth”

You’re excused.

I had a hard time finding any articles or websites advocating Smart cars. Mostly because it’s difficult to advocate something that has as many positive qualities as a malignant tumor. However, edmunds.com tried. Here is what I pulled right off their website:

“1) It’s cute. When it comes to car-buying, this isn’t a factor to be ignored. Remember how popular the VW New Beetle was when it first came out?

2) It’s efficient. Yes, you’d hope it’d do better. But it still gets 33 mpg city and 41 mpg highway, which is better than just about every other car out there.

3) It’s inexpensive. Yes, the value equation is pretty poor for a Smart Fortwo. But a base Passion coupe like ours lists at $13,590. That’s not a whole lot of cash for a new car.

4) It draws lots of attention. I’ve had more people come up to me in this car asking questions than anything else in recent memory. People notice Ferraris and such, but there’s an aura of elitism that keeps them away. Because of reasons one through three, people feel comfortable talking to you. Guys want to know about it. Girls smile at you.

5) It can beĀ fun. This is mostly a combination of all the elements above. A Corolla is a better car, but buying a car is rarely just about functionality.”

Hahahaha. Ok ok this is going to be fun.

Let’s condense and compress this article a little here, because “reasons” 1, 4, and 5 are exactly the same. But hell, I’ll take it from the top.

Reason 1 – It’s cute? No. It’s small. Just because something is impractical and small does not make it cute (see figure 1) And the VW Beetle still sucks, it always has and it always will. The only reason that car still exists is because the mid life crisis, poor decisions, and hippies still exist.

Figure 1 - small, not "cute"

Figure 1 - small, not "cute"

Reason 2 – It’s efficient. Sure, i’ll give you that. But here are some other things that are efficient that consumers/people tend to avoid:

1.) suicide
2.) rape
3.) nuclear war

I hope your dignity was worth every 41 of those highway miles.

Reason 3 – It’s cheap. You’re cheap.

Reason 4 – It draws a lot of attention. As do amputees, fat girls, and drive by shootings. Guys want to know how the operation went, and girls smile because they’re silently judging you.

Reason 5 – Good point, why buy a better car when you don’t have to! I just threw up in my mouth. I have to go.

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“Immaculate” heart of Mary

Virgin my ass

Virgin my ass

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The middle finger

I love the middle finger – the epithet of the hand. I got to slap one right in the face of a truck driver today. I had a coy smile on my face that delivered a cold hard message to him “enjoy your GED asshole”. What a cunt, the guy is driving a truck with a 20 foot tall Keebler elf image postered on the side and he has the gull to almost run me over then blow his fucking horn, I hope the prostitute at the next truck stop gives him syphilis. It’s times like these that warrant the use of a tank buster missile launcher so I could make it rain delicious elf shaped cookies all over the city with a side of extra crispy truck driving douche fag.

But I digress.

There are several variations of the middle finger which can be used in common situations to improve the quality of your everyday life. Here is a quick run down of my favorites:

The middle finger while smiling – says I’m right you’re wrong. This can replace phrases such as “told you so”, “I’m better than you”, and “I fucked your wife”. Places to avoid this gesture: funerals, weddings, childrens’ hospitals, and Texas.

Both middle fingers erected – lick my asshole. If you whip these bad boys out make sure you’re less drunk, much bigger, and have more guns than the guy who you are delivering the message to. Places to avoid this gesture: when surrounded, Civil War (below the Mason Dixon line), if you’re Canada.

One middle finger over the shoulder, while walking away – if used correctly, makes it indisputable that your dick is larger. Best time to turn and walk away is the moment your opponent studders, and should be avoided if there is a gun held to your head and/or nuts. Places to avoid gesture: any place there is a gun held to your head and/or nuts*, and no studdering has occurred.

* – Exceptions: Canada.

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I am thinking

I can’t sleep because I am thinking.

I am thinking about Mandalay coming into my room at 1:30 in the morning. Stating I just missed one of the most amazing things he had ever seen: Brad brought home a girl

I am thinking about how badly I want to kick in Brad’s door right now and steal this bitch right off his dick, because I know I am better looking than him, and when I am sober, more charming.

I am thinking about how big of a cunt Brad is for announcing to the entire house it has been an hour and she has not cum, in an unmistakable attempt to brag (The vagina is the hole in the front, keep trying).

I am thinking about how a dildo would have saved this girl a lot of time.

Brad:

1.) Watch porn, learn.

2.) Just because your license says you are 180 pounds does not make you not 155 pounds. That’s what you weigh, and it’s disgusting. You’re 6’6″.

3.) Never remove an article of clothing, ever. I’ve seen albino Inuits with more skin pigmentation.

4.) If you are so into martial arts, take one lesson.

5.) I am losing sleep over this. So tomorrow I am going to staple gun your fucking dick to a tree.

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Falcor – the cock UNblocker

Friday. 3:46 AM

Text messages, from Mandalay to Falcor

“Fuck you”

7:27 AM

“I’m going to kill you if you’re stupid enough to ever wake up”

“I’m going to step on your face and then I’m going to eat your face. And then I’m going to stab where your face was. All day”

7:53 AM

“I’m going to pee on you. Right now actually, you’re going to wake up with pee on you.”

“I’m going to make you drink your own bones.”

Do you want to explain to everyone how all this misguided hate manifested itself?

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Fanmail

The following messages were sent to me from a guy who calls himself “regan =]”

2008/11/30 at 6:04 PM
hey man no wonder you get no girls you talk about them like they are worthles pieces of meat grow a dick and get some respect you douche bag theres no need to ever fucking talk so much shit ok damn man do you have no life to where you have top talk shit on every fucking thing out there seriously you fucking pig fucker suck on a choad and go back to the prostitute that gave birth to you oh and when you get there tell her thanks for llast night bitch

2008/11/30 at 5:59 PM
fuck you man i smoke weed and get more pussy than you suck on that you gweedo little bitch

2008/11/30 at 5:57 PM
no you only hook up with the ugly gay dont steall all the good lookin bois from me babe sowwy =[ try chickens i heard they are crazy

He wants to fuck with me? Fine, my response:

My Dearest "regan =]“
It’s always good to hear from my fans out of the section 8 housing projects. It’s amazing how you manage to feed a drug addiction AND still can afford to pay for an internet connection with your welfare check.

I’m curious, do you ever have to venture far from your house? I figured there are plenty of drug dealers and prostitutes right outside your door. Must be great, I mean fuck those food stamps right? That’s all the nourishment a tortured soul such as yourself really needs.

Oh, and thanks for stalking me, but next time please no slander. I understand you’re frustrated that I have opinions, am better looking than you, and I have (what people with ambitions like to call) a future, but that is no excuse to forget how to use grammar correctly and totally throw sentence structure to the wind.

In regards to “i smoke weed and get more pussy than you”, hookers, prostitutes, your cousins, strippers, and if you pay for it in any way it does not actually count as pussy. No amount of ecstasy can change that.

Try this for a change of pace. Finish jerking off, put down the bong, and Google “grammar” (careful you might learn something). Next, walk across your room, try not to step on any of the used syringes and cum filled socks. Find a window, and open it up. Scream “I am a drug addict” so no one will waste their time caring. When you jump out make sure it’s head first. If you successfully kill yourself, congratulations, that is what accomplishment feels like (or would have felt like, you’re dead now, hopefully). Please keep in mind, this will not improve your life in the slightest, but I will sleep easier at night knowing my tax money isn’t being wasted on your inutile fuckwitted self.

Yours Truly,
Someone better than you

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If there were no hangovers every pansy pushing cock sucker would do what I do. I’m certified, leave debauchery to the professionals

I went over my friend’s house, just needing a night to relax. If you believed that, this is the first post you’ve read, continue reading, and get back to me.

I run into an old friend of mine, Black Seal Rum. For those of you who have yet had the pleasure, it’s essentially Rupplemints on crack. Liquid, 140 proof candy. I’m going to go ahead and file that statement under “B” for blatant foreshadowing.

I approached everyone at the party in turn demanding that they do a shot with me, and if they refused I would put their manhood into question and call them a pussy until they came to their senses. It was not long until the bottle was on “E”. I had two options, call it a night because I should, or disregard any concern for my health and safety. I really don’t need to spell it out for you.

There was still plenty of Natural Lite (watered down horse piss) and Bacardi 151 (The piss of Lucifer from concentrate), and ill be damned before I let this shit go to waste when there are sober kids in other countries. Needless to say I blacked out. Last affable memory I retained was me vomiting in the kitchen sink, at least I think it was the sink.

I woke up in the dining room, next to the fireplace, curled up in a ball, under a table, plastered in vomit. I’m confused to say the least, but still drunk and pass back out.

Now before the day was through I vomited 13 times. I’m talking bellemic girl the day after thanksgiving. I not only smelled like vomit, I looked like I had been relentlessly beaten with a nerf bat for the entire three hours I slept.

Here is the twist, I was with my extended family for pretty much the entire day. That’s aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews, nieces. You get the drift… Oh yeah, they’re Mormons.

We all gathered at a place called “photo people”. Took a lovely family portrait to give to my grandmother come Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Grandma. Now you know who drank all the eggnog.

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Baltimore – keep your expectations low

If you live in Baltimore you’ve passed a public bench or two at some point in your miserable existence. If you’re literate, and weren’t running from the police, I’m sure you’ve had a few seconds to take note of the absurd proclamations we make as a city. I’m certain there are more, but two I’ve seen regularly are:

1.) Baltimore – The Greatest City in America

2.) Baltimore – The City That Reads

Now, neither of those statements are true nor verifiable. I’m pretty sure the only thing books are used for in Baltimore is to hide drugs, or if you cut out the inside you can even stash a small weapon.

Now, to say Baltimore is the greatest city in America is an opinion. I say, let’s try and stick to the facts. I have come up with a few verifiable alternatives that I will suggest the city use to avoid lawsuits from tourists who base their vacation plans on pictures they see in books written in 1932. Here are my suggestions:

1.) Baltimore – I Wouldn’t Sit Here Too Long, Our Murder Rate is 5.48 Times The National Average

2.) Baltimore – You Are in The [insert gang name here] District

3.) Baltimore – While You Were Reading This, Someone Stole Your Wallet

4.) Baltimore – If You Can Read This, You’re Ahead of The Curve

5.) Baltimore – McCain Didn’t Stand a Chance

baltimore-bench

Welcome to Charm City

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Mandalay on strategy

You should start every game of hang-man by saying “I’m not sure I spelled this word right”. Even if you are 100% sure you did. You want to keep the bastards off-balance. Like a sea sick Ukrainian girl with an inner ear infection. While you’re at it, before every game you should get your opponent pregnant. It’s a good way to distract them.

I’m awesome at hang-man.

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A pretentious shade of blue

I really feel as though I’m the most powerful man on the planet. But sometimes people don’t treat me that way and that makes me sad. Because it really isn’t that easy to be this incredible; that is to say that it might be hard for you to do it.

So when guys hear their girlfriends compare them to me, it hurts that they would react negatively to me simply because I’m so much better than they are. I climbed the ladder just like you should be doing instead of complaining about how much better my hair is than yours.

This brings me to my next point: I work for this. I wash my hair almost every single day and cut it sometimes. I shave nearly once a week so people can see my fabulous jawline. I avoid most major drugs that would have an adverse effect on my incomparable wit and immaculate verbiage. So don’t think I don’t make sacrifices. Your jealously in barely necessary in this case.

So my wisdom to pass onto you is this: the air is thin up here and it’s a little hard to breathe some days.

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