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Rules to live by

January 18th, 2006
  1. Stop giving me that pop-up ad for Classmates.com! There’s a reason you don’t talk to people for 25 years. Because you don’t particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.
  2. Don’t eat anything that’s served to you out a window unless you’re a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy’s chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout? Luckily, it was only a finger! If it was a whole hand, Congress would have voted to keep it alive.
  3. Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky bast! ards.
  4. If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you’re gay. If you’re a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you’re a grown man, they’re pictures of men.
  5. New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here’s how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we’re done. New Rule: There’s no such thing as flavored water. There’s a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery taste.
  6. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That’s your flavored water.
  7. Stop f***ing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that’s square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.
  8. The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a “decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n’-Low and one NutraSweet,” ooh, you’re a huge azzhole.
  9. I’m not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing “Enter,” verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don’t want cash back, and pressing “Enter” again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy. Paper, plastic? I don’t have time for that. I’ve just been called to do a cleanup on Aisle Nine!
  10. Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn’t make you spiritual. It’s right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to “beef with broccoli.” The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren’t pregnant. You’re not spiritual. You’re just high.
  11. Competitive eating isn’t a sport. It’s one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What’s next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They’re already doing that. It’s called “The Howard Stern Show.”
  12. I don’t need a bigger mega M&M. If I’m extra hungry for M&Ms, I’ll go nuts and eat two.
  13. If you’re going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what’s playing on the other screens. Let’s remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is the idea wasn’t good enough to be a movie.
  14. No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it’s for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab.Picking up the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn’t gift giving, it’s the white people version of looting.
  15. No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can’t even tell if he’s supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don’t want to be on your web cam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
  16. When I ask how old your toddler is, I don’t need to know in months. “27 Months.” “He’s two,” will do just fine. He’s not a cheese. And I didn’t care in the first place.
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  1. January 18th, 2006 at 10:06 | #1

    Horay! Posts!

  2. January 18th, 2006 at 10:14 | #2

    Yeah.. my wife was giving me grief for not posting in a month. I really need to start doing it again, but I’ve been so wrapped up in my AOFroobs.com site that I have severely neglected this site. Sorry to all of you who have been waiting for something.

  3. JIll
    January 19th, 2006 at 12:16 | #3

    Yay fun. These are good. Did you make ‘em up? I especially like 2,3,5,10 and 12.

  4. January 19th, 2006 at 16:38 | #4

    Some good points. Funny stuff.

    BTW, you do know the Wendy’s finger thing was a scam by the customer. They are now serving time…9 years for her; 12 for him.

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  5. January 22nd, 2006 at 21:08 | #5

    These are excellent! I’m so glad I stumbled over your blog.

  6. JIll
    February 9th, 2006 at 11:18 | #6

    Joshy Josh Josh …

    It’s time to update again. Maybe we could make some ass-free banners. Then, again, the representation is so right on.

    OOooohh… or a collection of shorts. That’d be good.

  7. JIll
    February 24th, 2006 at 11:12 | #7

    Per rule #5, I’ve completely stopped plucking my eyebrows. Oh what freedom.

    Also, do you think Josh will ever post again?

  8. February 24th, 2006 at 14:42 | #8

    maybe someday

  9. JIll
    February 28th, 2006 at 13:17 | #9

    More than a month. He’s not going to post ever again, is he? Sigh… And no comments from M about this: that’s weird.

  10. March 15th, 2006 at 16:24 | #10

    Jan 18th, for crying out loud. You must have something you can regurgitate to your blog?!

  11. JIll
    March 23rd, 2006 at 14:43 | #11

    Seriously. This is two months old. Get ON it.

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