Some people blog about something interesting. I blog about things I hate. Other people blog about nothing. You could call them "Seinfeld blogs". And by nothing I mean the only reason they even have a blog is to make it seem like their lives aren't as boring as they really are. But I see right through you, faker.
These blogs have turned into a huge pissing contest as to who takes their kids to more places, who goes on more vacations, or who loves being a mom the most. Now they're really grasping at straws. Out of ideas? Oh wait, your kid just wet the bed - you can get a whole week of posts out of that.
The competition gets more heated with people trying to make more posts than anyone else. And then it gets really hilarious when these people realize that they've practically written a stalker's guide book for their own family. So then they make their blog private, only to make it public again when they realize that they have just forfeited the pissing contest.
While getting educated today, I noticed this on a bulletin board:
Obviously some anglo sans accent is looking to level the mating playing field by taking away foreigners' secret weapon. I think there is a better way to make it a little more fair:
It's like I always say: Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to speak with an Italian accent, he'll be chasing tail for a lifetime.
I will do just about anything to avoid going to Walmart. I hate everything about it. The employees, the people who shop there, the merchandise, and most of all, the low prices. Walmart is the poster child of American arrogance and ignorance. Screw the environment and open green space, as long as we can park our prick cars in their huge, hot parking lot, shop, then eat at the McDonald's inside, then take our fat kids to the integrated arcade, then we're happy.
Yesterday I had no choice but to go inside hell's armpit to see if they had something that no other store in the area had. Luckily, I didn't find it, which made the trip short. But then I realized why I hate Walmart so badly: Seeing the people in Walmart is like seeing yourself at your worst, and that scares the non-retarded portion of the human race. You see what you would look like if you started smoking, stopped washing your hair, parked on your lawn, didn't spay/neuter your animals, and had 6 kids with 6 different people.Moral of the story: If you think you've hit rock bottom, go to Walmart and you'll see that you haven't.
The picture below sort of looks like a funky hair stuck in a scoop of ice cream, but it's not.
I put on my business socks and business time quickly occurred, and thus my trusty spouse is now acting as host to a 3-month-old parasite that I've named Clarence Anne. Supposedly in 6 months or so the parasite will come out looking like a human. According to the internet, the kid will look like this.
