Posts Tagged ‘crap’
Editor’s Note – If you want to see more Ballsack (and really, who doesn’t) you will have to go the Batcave. That’s where he lives.
The 1950s were stupid. Women didn’t have equal rights and they certainly didn’t have the same elevation as men. That was soon fixed in the 60s with the advent of fuck-me-pumps. However, women still sucked. They didn’t earn as much as men and they couldn’t go to school or vote like men.
This is me in my apartment, chillaxing to the Rolling Stones. Sorry for the small photo; I used my microiPhone.
Society has learned a fuckin’ lot since then – like iPods, iPhones, iPads and Windows 2015. And, because of these things, society has become a lot more adept and righted the wrongs and wronged the rights to make a far more harmonious society. However, the woman’s revolution really didn’t go far enough since the 70s and really stagnated in the 2010 era and society isn’t really as harmonious as it should be, due to this fact.
Even though women are earning [in many cases] more than men and have better job prospects than men, they really don’t have their full, rightful and retrospective status as equals amongst the unequals of men. Thus, as the 2020s Dude, I propose that men pay women even more, and I don’t mean for sex!
It’s really clear to me that for society to be truly progressive, men must accept to give women even greater responsibility, such as to become totally dominant as the earner in the family (where there is one) while letting the man stay at home to look after the house work. Once this is complete, society will be at total peace and harmony and the Republican Party can finally be scrapped.
Smell you later,
20s Dude
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up your vocab. Don't be surprised if your hoe steps out wit' me And you see us coming down on yo' slab. Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it. But nigga if you hate now, then you wait while I get your bitch butt naked.
No, not the good kind of Internet Whore. Like Caramel up there. I mean the bad kind. The kind that writes posts about how they just ‘happened’ to get turned on to ‘zazz!’ mouthwash and OMG how awesome is that! I hate to say it, but not everything you read on the Internet is self-indulgent crap. Some of it is for money! And the FTC has decided that it needs to be clamped down on. The Snooty NY Times Says:
Beginning today, bloggers, Twitterers and others who write online reviews or endorse products using new media must disclose it when they receive free merchandise or payment for writing about an item.
I have two questions on this. The first is how come nobody ever offered me money to talk about Zazz!? I would have poured that crap into my eyes for a C-Note. But I guess it’s too late now, which leads me to my second question: Does this mean the Internet will be different? Like, how are they gonna catch EVERYONE? Will we have to declare war on the Phillipines?
Will the relative popularity of the site doing the whoring matter? I would love to see Perez Hilton get sent to Oz so Adebisi could draw funny cum drools on Perez’s face. Except not fake. And then staple his lips to a trash can or something. But I digress.
The number one thing about all this is that I am volunteering to be the guinea pig for the whole thing. You all send me a bunch of free shit and money to write about things and then I will see if the FTC catches me. If they do, I will go on a hunger strike and become a hero to 10′s of people. Fight the Power! And if you really make money off of that sort of thing – screw you for not getting me turned onto it and watch out for the heat!
I told you. Stupid Puns.
- Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn’t much, but the reception was excellent.
- A set of jumper cables walk into a bar. The bartender says, ‘I’ll serve you, but don’t start anything.’
- Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted.
- A dyslexic man walks into a bra.
- A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm, and says: ‘A beer please, and one for the road.’
There are more after the jump – but seriously, they don’t get any better.