Friday, May 30, 2008

Dear FaceBook Applications

A letter my friend wrote in a note. Yeah, it rhymed.

Dear Idiotic Facebook Applications,

I'm sick of you trying to push your way into my life. 
You're vain, disgusting, superficial, and everything that I aspire not to be.

Don't compare me to other people, don't decide whether or not I'd be raunchy in bed, don't judge my mothering abilities, eyes, sense of humour, body or nonexistant penis. 

I don't want to be told that I'm a better friend than someone else, and that I merit 3rd place in a top friends list while other people don't. 

I vomit in my mouth everytime I see that I've been bitten by another vampire that likes to suck my blood.

Don't tell me that I'm fabulously hott in some box on the computer when you would never dream of saying it to my face. I don't need to read that "Anonymous", highlighted pink, doesn't like me, but hasn't decided why yet. 

I will never in my life click on a button that takes someone's self worth and makes it into a mathematical measurement of how disirable they are to the rest of humanity. 

I've seen what you do to people.

If I get another notification telling me that some guy wants to sleep with me, I'll round house kick every existing man on the face of the planet right in the genitals.

Then we'll see who's sleeping with who.

Hate is a strong word and I like to believe that no one can truly hate, but you, well you're something else... you are worthy of the word. Oh how you are EVER worthy of the word.

What ever happened to the simple you, before you decided to change? I like the old you... you were so notey, walley, and picturey. You weren't judgemental. You didn't pressure people into falling for the exact same barf worthy chunks of bullshit that the media seems to find enjoyable.

I strongly suggest that you GET OUTTA TOWN!

...Or at least stop tearing apart peoples' self esteem, courage, nobility, and empathy and replacing those great qualities with superficial nonshit.

You disgust me, and I never want to see you again.

Go die, stupid facebook applications.

Your enemy for the rest of your life (which won't be long, let me tell you),


Sincerely,
My Friend



Thursday, May 8, 2008

AVP


From this CollegeHumor Article

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Apple Bottom Jeans

Moments Before


Moments Before, from CollegeHumor

"Moments Before..." is a column that examines the exact events that lead up to a specific CollegeHumor picture. None of the dialogue below is conjecture -- they are all based on facts and interviews. For maximum hilarity reveal the picture by clicking on the link after reading the article.

Photographer: All right, shall we get started? Let's see two big smiles!

Man: Wait!

Photographer: Of course. I'm sorry. When you're ready.

Woman: You should take off your shirt, baby.

Photographer: He should?

Man: I mean, I didn't get this tattoo of a squashed bug on my shoulder so that it would be hidden during our photos.

Photographer: Right. Sorry. Ready now?

Man: Not even close. Baby, take off your shirt too.

Woman: You think so?

Photographer: Probably n--

Man: I've never been so sure about anything, ever.

Woman: I love you so hard.

Photographer: All right. You're both topless now. 

Man: Pretty awesome, right?

Photographer: ...and she's pregnant. She's definitely pregnant.

Woman: Yes.

Photographer:
 So, sir, let me get this straight. You came into Wal-Mart to take a topless photo of you both, and your... wife is it?

Man: What DON'T you get?

Photographer: All right let's just do this.

Woman: Grab my ass.

Man:
 Unbutton your jeans. 

Woman: Just the top button, though.

Man: You are so pregnant.

Woman: And you look like Eminem.

[Flash!]


Friday, May 2, 2008