Showing posts with label Assholes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Assholes. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Shake It Baby

So I was at McDonald's today and the guy in front of me places this exact order:

"I want a hamburger, off the grill, no pickles. I want a McChicken, fresh, with no mayo. And a medium order of fries, no salt."

You know what? Don't ever do that, in the line at McDonald's, in front of me, when all I want is a McFucking Shamrock Shake.

Oh, and Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video

Experiment time! So the video of Shaun White winning the gold medal in the half pipe snow boarding event last night is being searched like a mother fucker holding a questionable bag at the airport. So I'm wondering if I can whore in on the countless Google searches that are happening. Let's see how many people we can get to this blog. So if you are looking for the Shaun White video (which I found here) and were led astray to this blog please take a moment to post the comment "You tricked me you stupid asshole!" on this post, and then bookmark us if you want. We are actually funny sometimes. Thank you. Please note I am not quite sure how the internet works:

Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White Olympics 2010 Video
Shaun White
Shaun White
Shaun White
Shaun White
Olympics 2010
Olympics 2010
Olympics 2010
Olympics 2010
Olympics 2010
Funny Hysterectomy

I'm gonna go get a lawyer now for the inevitable lawsuit the Olympic committee will bring down on me... uptight ass hats.

Monday, January 25, 2010

To Whatever Asshole Invented Viruses That Appear to Be Anti-Virus Software:

To Whatever Asshole Invented Viruses That Appear to Be Anti-Virus Software:

Dear Asshole,

Is it wrong to actively pray for a complete stranger’s untimely and horrifyingly painful death? Is it wrong to ask the dear Lord, God of peace and love, to create an extra circle of hell to punish someone I’ve never met but through their dastardly life’s work with extreme and torturous activities to last through all of eternity? Is it wrong? I don’t know. I know that it’s wrong to make something appear like it wants to help you when in reality it wants to fuck up your computer.

I hope you are never able to sleep at night.

I hope if you ever have children that they grow up to be incredibly ugly and stupid.

I hope if you already have children that they were born with hooves, or will grow them once they hit puberty.

Do you think your parents, sitting together on a sofa, craddling an infant version of your foulness in their loving arms - with your whole rancidly putrid life ahead of you - ever dreamed that one day you would grow up and be not a doctor nor a lawyer but a jagoff parasitic fuckwit? Do you think they are proud of you now?

Die, asshole. Die a horrible death. And then, die again.

Sincerely yours,

-Nat Topping

P.S.: Fuck you.

Monday, January 11, 2010

New Decade Resolutions. We Can Do This, People!

Now that it’s “A Whole New Decade!!” I like to use this arbitrary milestone marking the passage of time as an excuse to do those things that I’ve been putting off doing for so long. You know: stuff like learning a new foreign language or losing weight or trying not to be such a dick to the people who love me.

The usual stuff.

I feel that as a whole society it would be a good idea to isolate those ills which make life generally speaking suck and attempt to correct them. For the betterment of society (read: myself), naturally.

To that end, I would like to offer the following New Decade Resolutions. Please pass these along, add extras to the comment section, whatever you like.

RESOLUTION #1: ENFORCE PARALLEL PARKING REQUIREMENTS FOR DRIVERS LICENSES

I know that technically speaking people are supposed to be able to parallel park before they are allowed to get a license – I think it’s still part of the test, right? – but I know so many people who just kind of glossed over that part of the deal. Some assholes figure that the majority of the time when you park you’re pulling forward into a spot, especially if you live or are learning to drive in the suburbs, so it’s probably not necessary to know how to parallel park and be courteous about it.

Not true, assholes. Especially in the city, where everything is cramped and you are required to parallel park in order to fit everyone’s car. The result is that you have a bunch of people trying to leave three feet in front and behind then. Which, when you have a bunch of people trying to do the same thing, adds up quickly to several cars that could be parking on that street but can’t because you, asshole driver, aren’t able to properly handle your car.

RESOLUTION #2: STOP TALKING IN THE MOVIE THEATRE DURING THE MOVIE

Did people stop teaching their kids to shut the hell up during the movies? When did this happen? It seems like every time I go to see a movie anymore, there’s some fucker making snide comments to the fuckers they’re with. And it irritates the shit out of me. Particularly in a world where you can do the whole Direct TV thing and watch movies from the comfort of your own home and talk all you want. Do that, assholes. Otherwise, you’re paying $10 per person to sit in a dark room and irritate a bunch of strangers. And that’s just lame.

RESOLUTION #3: STOP THIS NONSENSE BEFORE IT EVEN STARTS

Follow the link and you will find that there are now support threads on Avatar forums – meaning forums devoted to the discussion of the mega blockbuster movie of the century Avatar – meant to console people who are overcome with depression.

“Depression?” you ask, “What the hell are you talking about? It was a good movie.”

That’s not the problem. The problem is that Avatar was so pretty that people don’t want to live in the real world. Quoth some dude at the forum: “When I woke up this morning after watching Avatar for the first time yesterday, the world seemed ... gray. It was like my whole life, everything I've done and worked for, lost its meaning…. It just seems so ... meaningless. I still don't really see any reason to keep ... doing things at all. I live in a dying world.”

Now I'm getting depressed. I'm depressed that there are people in the world who will seriously get depressed because a fantasy world is more fantastical than their everyday world. And that their response to this depression is not to just get over it and go for a lovely walk, but to sit in their mopey computer chairs on their mopey computers, writing mopey posts on mopey chat forums devoted to mopey mopery. Mope.

I know that we live in a world where everyone has to respect everyone else’s feelings and everyone’s opinion is important and what not. But sometimes you just need someone to look you sternly in the eyes and shout STOP IT.

STOP IT!

And this is coming from a guy who loves nothing more than to get dressed up, stand in a three walled room and play Make-Believe. Go take a walk or something.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Mike Bauman Deserves to be Castrated

Mike Bauman is an awful man. He very obviously hates women. Why else would advocate the castration of women by surgeons such as Dr. Seuss? His blog post of November 7, 2009, is only the latest incident in a life filled with misogyny. Here are just a few of his dickheaded, chauvinistic offenses:

May 3, 2003 - Makes pumpkin muffins with walnuts. His sister hates nuts.

August 29, 1989 - Sorta laughs at an Andrew Dice Clay routine.

October 17, 1976 - Rips his mother's vagina to bits being born with that big old head of his.

June 12, 2008 - Opens his one-man show, "Hysterectomies Should Be Mandatory."

April 2, 6417 BC - Gives Eve an apple.

For these egregious acts, Robot vs Dinosaur has had Mike Bauman castrated. Here is a photograph taken at the moment of the snip.

Since the surgery, Mike Bauman is reported to have changed his ways and has released the following statement:

And to Think That I Penilectomy It on Mulberry Street

The Penilectomy Hats of Batholomew Cubbins

The King's Penilectomy

The Seven Penilectomy Godivas

Horton Hatches the Penilectomy

McElligot's Penilectomy

Thidwick the Big-Hearted Penilectomy

Scrambled Eggs Penilectomy!

Horton Hears a Penilectomy

How the Penilectomy Stole Christmas

The Cat in the Penilectomy

One Penilectomy Two Penilectomy Red Penilectomy Blue Penilectomy

Green Eggs and Ham

Penilectomy on Pop

Penilectomy in Socks

I Can Penilectomy 30 Tigers Today! and Other Stories

There's a Penilectomy in My Pocket

I Can Penilectomy With My Eyes Shut

Oh, the Places You'll Penilectomy!

Thank you,
Mike Bauman

Monday, March 23, 2009

News Flash: Cab Drivers Drive Like A$$holes

In driving my girlfriend to the airport early this morning (she's taking a beautiful four day vacation in beautiful Arizona with her beautiful parents at their beautiful home near the beautiful mountains surrounding beautiful Phoenix while I sit here in my cubicle) I came to a realization.

Not the realization that my life kind of sucks and that I'd rather be vacationing in Phoenix. Although now that you mention it, oh God....

No, the realization had to do with Cabs.

Until this morning, I had always assumed that the purpose of Cabs and Cab Drivers was for persons without cars to get from place to place as though they did indeed have a car. Thus instead of relying on Mass Transit they could hire a person to drive them to places like the airport, therefore saving them the inconvenience of having to drag their luggage to a crowded El station, wait for ten to fifteen minutes, and then stand next to someone's armpit for the remainder of the trip.

This explanation always made the most sense to me until this morning, when my life and my car's wellbeing was threatened over and over again by insane cab drivers dodging in and out of moving cars, concrete barriers and pedestrians.

It was then that I realized Cabs are meant to allow people to get places as though you were driving like an asshole.

Here's a scenario: I'm late to the airport and need to get to my terminal immediately in order to make my plane. I know that if I were to drive myself, I would have to obey traffic laws, respect the direction of traffic, pay attention to which lane ends where and stay semi-close to the speed limit. I know that if there is any hope, I would need to either drive like a huge asshole or know someone who would be willing to drive like a huge asshole.

And thus the Cab Driver was born.

Still gathering information to prove this to be a fact. I'll have a full 30 page report on your desk my Friday.