“Making the Best of a Shitty Situation”

This story is not for the easily offended, but for the easily amused, so if you have a good sense of humor and don’t get easily offended by bad words and a little bit of “toilet” humor then sit right back and enjoy the show.

Now if you happen to be one of those tight-ass individuals who takes everything seriously, and who is afraid to crack a smile, then you may want to move along because there is nothing here for you to see.

This is an actual conversation I had with my girlfriend the other night, believe it or not this is what passes for normal conversation in our house, and no, our house is not the psychiatric ward at Bellevue…but in all honesty it’s not far from it.

Before I get to the conversation, I have to let you know what lead up to it so you can better understand what was going on, and so that you can know that we aren’t totally out of our minds.

My stomach was hurting, for reasons I don’t know, but it was hurting, and hurting bad.

It kind of felt like someone dropped kicked me in my breadbasket, with cleats on, and that “someone” just happened to be of the larger variety, if they were a candy bar they would be the king size…if you catch my drift.

As a result of this pain I had to keep running to the bathroom, and a couple of times I just barely made it.

Sometimes it felt as if I was running a relay race, but instead of being handed a baton, I was handed a fresh new roll of toilet paper, 2 ply of course because I wouldn’t have it any other way.

There was a few times during my shitscapades where I almost filled my Batman underroos with some warm chocolate corn pudding, not a nice feeling at all, as I’m sure you can imagine.

As soon as I sat down on the pot my ass would fire off a vicious shot, one that sounded like a canon going off, and if anything just happened to be in the way of the blast, all I can about that, is may God have mercy on your soul.

When all was said and done it looked as if I blow up one of those M&M guys in the toilet, a candy coated crime scene…call in CSI: Mars!

There were chocolate and peanut chunks everywhere, and it definitely smelt as if killed something too, sorry Yellow or Red, whoever it was who made the sacrifice.

After a while it hurt to sit down.

I was experiencing some serious fire in the hole; it felt as if someone shoved a lit candle up my ass, and twisted it like a screwdriver.

As the evening went on my anus started getting worn out, it was hanging out my backside like Snuffleupagus’ trunk, and it was just as sad.

It eventually came to be bed time, and I wasn’t really sure what to expect considering how my evening was going.

I warned my girlfriend before getting into bed that I may just “shit” on her during the night, but if I did it wasn’t my fault and couldn’t be held accountable, it was something that was completely outside of my control. 

She of course freaked out, you know how chicks are, and said, “If I shit on her it will be the last time we sleep together”!

I proceeded to tell her that if I did indeed shit on her it wouldn’t have been on purpose, I had no way to control my ass muscles while I was sleeping, so something may just shoot out.

She didn’t really care for that explanation either and told me, “To ask my friends if they would like to be shit on, and how would they feel if they were”.

My response was, “I don’t really know, maybe something of them are freaky like that and would enjoy it, but trust me, if I did happen to shit on you it wouldn’t be of a sexual nature”.

As you could expect that didn’t really go over all that well with her either, so needless to say she sent me out on to the couch, where if I did bust ass in my sleep there would be no innocent causalities.

I eventually fell asleep, and thankfully no one was shit on, so we continue to sleep together…at least for now.

MJM

“Kardashian, Honey Boo Boo Child, Lohan, etc.”

This isn’t some sort of secret code…you do not need a secret decoder ring to read this…this is a list of people who I can’t believe we are talking about…who we are keeping in the public eye…who we are making feel more important than they really are.

Now of course this is just a partial list, a lot more names belong on it…but for the sake of not writing a blog as thick as a phonebook…and giving these nobodies more attention than they deserve... I’ve decided to go with the condensed version.

Why do we care about these people…are our lives that mundane and meaningless that we spend our time and energy on this garbage. As a society…do we really not have anything better to do…with all that is happening in the world nowadays...I think we all know the answer to that one.

You know when a kid acts up…makes a scene…you’re told to ignore them and sooner or later they’ll stop because they’re just looking for attention…well that’s the same with these fools. Stop paying attention to them…stop feeding the fire…focus your attention on things that really matter and not this trivial nonsense.


So the next time you’re in line at the grocery store…and you see one of those supermarket tabloids on the shelf…leave it there…use the money you would have wasted on that trash and donate it or better yet, give it to the homeless person sitting on the street corner.

The next time you see TMZ or one of those other “entertainment” news programs on the TV…change the channel…maybe to something more educational like PBS…I mean for Gosh darn sakes Sesame Street is fighting to stay on the air while droves of mindless sheep are flocking to their televisions to keep up with the Kardashians…this just makes no sense to me.   

Come on people…this really shouldn’t even be an issue…smarten up…stop being a puppet…take back control of your own strings and tell the puppet master to go fly a kite… and let’s make this world a better place.

So will you be able to resist the temptation…will you be able to forget the junk and direct your attention on more pressing and important issues… enquiring minds want to know…like me!

MJM

“Dysfunctional Dictionary Volume 1”

"Constipate"

When someone starts talking a lot of crap you tell them to constipate, which basically means shut the hole in your face.

I almost got arrested when I told the cop who pulled me over to constipate, after he started asking me if I knew how fast I was going...I told him obviously not fast enough because he still caught me.


“Jalopy /Hooptie”
An old, beat up car that is falling apart and normally held together by
duct tape, plastic bags and bungee cords...other noticeable signs would be the
muffler dragging on the ground, rust throughout and/or a make shift antenna made from
a wire coat hanger.

My family was so attached to their Jalopy/Hooptie that they never got
rid of them; instead they put them on cinder blocks and kept them in
the front yard of our house...the white-trash version of garden gnomes.

"Robin' Hood"

A hood that robs from anyone and gives to the liquor store and/or local drug dealer.

My family was full of Robin' Hoods! They would wait until we were sleeping or out of the house then steal our money so they could go get their buzz on.

"Fathers Day"

A day where you honor the many fathers in your life...that is if you can find them. Around our neck of the woods this day is called fathers day...not father's day...for obvious reasons.

Fathers day was always a nightmare at my house, we never knew if we should break the bank and buy something for all four of our fathers, or if we should just pick our favorite.

"Happy Hour"

When you're broke and trying to get your drunk on, you search the
house for anything containing alcohol and you drink it down.

When I was younger I used to hate happy hour at my house, my uncles
would be in the bathroom for an hour or so, then come out smelling
really good and with really fresh breathe and drunk off their butts.
Come to find out they drank all the mouth wash, aftershave and night
time cold medicine. They would always tell me that those products weren't meant to drink, then why did they come with shot glasses!

"Alcoholics Anonymous"

A meeting for alcoholics where they come together and discuss their problems and try to figure out why they're an alcoholic. They receive support and guidance from others, who try to help them overcome this addiction (or as some call it a disease). These are the same people who weren't too worried about being anonymous when they're down at the local bar screaming and yelling and causing a ruckus. Why is it you can act the fool in public, but need to be anonymous when you're trying to get help...one would think it would be the other way around?

My druncles and alcoholaunts would go to their alcoholics’ anonymous meetings to satisfy their probation officers requirments, and then on the way home they would stop at the bar and get their drunk on.

"Repo Man"

Kind of like Santa Clause for poor people, except he comes all year round and takes your stuff instead of leaving you presents.

We saw the repo man more times than we saw Santa Clause growing up, so we would leave him milk and cookies.

"Brown Bagging"

Concealing an alcoholic beverage in a brown paper bag, with the delusion that nobody knows what you're drinking.

My druncle, a brown bagger when it came to lunch, however his didn't consist of a sandwich, dessert and a juice box.

“Fire In The Hole”

Basically feeling as if you’re pooping lava!

I always have regrets after eating spicy food, because after is all said and done I feel like I got butt banged by a lit candle. I once had fire in the hole so bad that I took a frozen tampon and stuck it up my hole.

“Chew & Screw aka Eat’em & Beat’em”

Going to a restaurant, ordering food, eating it and then not having any money to pay for it. After the meal, and when the bill comes, you make a mad dash for the door with the hopes of not getting caught.

My druncles were the kings of the chew & screw. Most of the time their bail was more than their meal, so I don't really get it, but I guess in their minds, if they spent their money on food they wouldn't have any left for alcohol.

"F.R.I.E.N.D."

An acronym for Fictional Relationships with Inanimate Electronic Nonhuman Devices... basically anyone whose only friends are made up of people they have never met in person and only know and interact with them through some sort of electronic means.

Power outages are very lonely times when all the people you know are F.R.I.E.N.D.s...it’s sad to know that the hand shake and smile has been replaced by the words “online now” or "thumbs up".

“Basketball Check”

A check you write when you have no funds in your bank account and the ultimate outcome is it bouncing like a basketball. Picture it, the check (basketball) being passed to the payee (dribbled) and coming back to you with an extra fee (penalty).

My family wrote many basketball checks during my childhood, with the hopes that it would buy us just a little more time with our utilities, rent and just about any other bill before they were shutoff and/or we started being hounded by mr. bill collector. Who the H E double hockey sticks wants to cook Ramen Noodles with a candle!

"European American"

Basically, another word for white, cracker, etc..

All the other races have cool descriptions like African American, Native American and so on and so fourth...so why can't us white people have a cool description too? When I fill out an application and it asks race, I always check other and write in European American. I want to know what it feels like to be a minority without going through all hate crimes, job rejections and police profiling!

"Scamsel In Distress"

A female who acts helpless whenever a male is around...fooling him into doing her bidding. Basically reverse fishing, using the "seafood" as the bait to catch the "worm"!

I have a "friend" who always gets suckered in to the scamsel in distress scam, I....errr oops I mean he is always doing things for all these woman with the hopes of getting some super freak action later...but he never does...how sad.

MJM

“My Sister, the Redneck?”

My sister is transforming, but not into something cool like a vampire or werewolf, (and for the record, I don’t consider the Twilight vampires/werewolves to be real vampires/werewolves, so for all you little girls reading this and hoping for a story about sparkling vampires and/or muscle bound werewolves just keep on moving because there’s nothing here to see) she is transforming into a redneck.

We are full-blooded Yankees, we think the Confederate flag is stupid, we believe Texas is called the “Lone Star State” because the first person there happen to be a reviewer and that’s what he rated it and we believe that any politician who has Bush for a last name is a complete imbecile…well at least I thought we were.

When I found out she watched NASCAR I couldn’t believe it, us Northerners don’t watch NASCAR it’s sacrilegious. We also don’t like the Dallas Cowboys but that’s exactly where I see this thing going, so I need to fix this with a quickness.


What is a concerned brother to do? Now I know vampires don’t like crosses and holy water but what does a redneck not like, should I show her some dentures and maybe throw some bathwater on her, would that work?

Now I’m not hating on rednecks, to each their own, but we just don’t do NASCAR! It would be just like a member of the Klu Klux Klan going to a Jay Z concert, it just isn’t right…or safe. She’ll never be able to go North of the Mason-Dixon again, she’ll be stuck in the South forever. During our next Civil War (this time over guns) she’ll be stuck down here with all the gun toting crazies who think life is a cartoon and they are Yosemite Sam.

I know some of you may think, “NASCAR what’s the big deal”, but NASCAR is the gateway redneck drug. First NASCAR then next thing you know she’s wearing overalls and trying to date her brother, who hopefully will not be me. No more “yous guys” now she’ll be saying things such as “y’all” and “yee haw”, how sad and very unfortunate.


I guess I could always just disown her and pretend I don’t know her but realistically what would that solve? I need to figure something out, I need to find a way to exorcise this redneck demon, El Diablo John Deere if you will. I could wrap her in an American flag and beat her with a cannoli or some New York style pizza but then I’ll get locked up and she’ll just go more redneck because the COPS cameras will be there rolling.

I’m lost, I don’t know what to do. I’m just praying to the Northern Jesus that she’ll come around. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

MJM

 

“My Big Fat Dysfunctional Family”

What can I say, my family was just as dysfunctional as the next. We were like COPS, Jerry Springer and Dynasty all rolled up into one. While other families tried to pretend they were the Beavers, my family had no problem letting people know we were the Bundy’s and no I don’t mean Ted’s family, I mean the ever lovable family from Married with Children…although thinking back we did have some family members that probably could have been one of Ted’s siblings.

My mother, heart of gold, would do anything for anyone no questions asked. During her younger days she was one real bad mamma jamma, she was knocking bitches out with frying pans like as if she was on Tom and Jerry. She was a master manipulator, she could tell someone to go the hell in such a way that they were looking forward to the trip. She was using the Force long before Obi Wan Kenobi came on the scene.

My mother is a fighter, a real survivor. Sure she’s had her ups and downs, but who hasn’t. Honestly her biggest problem was the men she chose to be with it, and I use the term “men” loosely. She’s just like Elizabeth Taylor in style, class and marriages. I like to say that Father’s Day around our place is a real pain in the donkey because we have so many dads to buy for one could go broke just shopping for them.

She was with some real losers (to put it nicely), now I don’t believe God makes mistakes when he creates someone but he must have been under the influence when he made these guys, either that or he’s pulling one of those hidden camera gags on her. There have been many pretenders to the king’s throne throughout our lifetime but only one queen, and that’s my mother.

My mother’s siblings were also a piece of work, we had our aunts who when they were younger were actually pretty normal, it wasn’t until they got older and went all Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde on us. One of my aunts, who we’ll just call Scamerella (here's her theme song) and no her name wasn’t changed to protect the innocent, but to protect my wallet because she is far from innocent but she will sue you like nobody’s  business.

She a major pothead, she puts Bob Marley to shame. This nut job smokes more trees than a forest fire. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not against marijuana I personally think it should be legalized, but when it consumes your life and dictates everything you do then there’s a problem.

She will also sue you as quick as look at you, she’s part of the reason the rest of us can’t get insurance without breaking the bank. Honestly I’m afraid to walk down a narrow hallway with her, I’m fearful if I accidentally bump into her she’ll sue me. 

What can I say about my uncles, they always keep things interesting. It wasn’t a (white-trash) party until they showed up, especially my druncles Jack and Jim or as I like to call them Jack (Daniels) and Jim (Beam) because they were twins, both bad alcoholics and with Jack Daniels and Jim Beam both being an alcoholic beverage it just felt right.

These two were great guys with a heart of gold, just like my mother, that is when they were sober but when they got their drunk on they put the “fun” in dysfunctional.  My druncle Jack (Daniels) was actually a pretty mellow drunk, but Jim (Beam) on the other hand, he was a professional troublemaker and badass (liquid courage) when the alcohol was flowing. He is best known for the old chew and screw, which is where you order a bunch of food and drink then try to run out on the tab.

Well this is just a little sneak peek into my dysfunctional world, there’s much…much more…but I didn’t want to scare my readers away so I’m saving it for another time. All things considered though, as crazy as things were I wouldn’t change it for anything, because it made me the person I am today.

MJM


 

“Men Who Cosplay...on the Next MJM”

When guys do it, it’s creepy and sad, on the other hand though, when chicks do it, it’s sexy and hot, well that is unless the chick is shaped like the Kool-Aid man then she fits in with the guys.

When a chick dresses up as her favorite video game character or superhero it’s attractive, but when a dude busts out in some green tights and pointy ears claiming to be Link (Zelda), it’s just depressing...and scary.

I hope to God that these guys are doing this with the hopes of picking up chicks and not really pretending to be these people, because that’s just crazy. Now I’m not trying to crap in anyone’s toybox here, but the whole pretending to be someone else phase should have passed right around the time you found out Santa wasn’t real…not hating, just saying.  

Oh yeah, you dudes who like to wear makeup and dress in all black, I got news for you, you’re just playing dress up too. This is just another example of something the woman can do that guys can’t, so just deal with it and move on. You’re not scary and considering that there are a whole bunch of you butt turds walking around you’re not an individual and/or a rebel either, again not hating, just saying.

I don’t care if you’re a wannabe vampire, one of those so-called goth/emo people and/or even one of those insane clown posse followers, you’re just nuts. If you really want to wear makeup that’s fine, just go ask your mom for some pointers, because believe it or not there are more colors than just black and white, some of which may actually help with that milky white complexion of yours.

You guys just need to learn to talk to women, trust me they’ll appreciate a nice conversation with a well-dressed man more than they will speaking with someone who is dressed up like a Klingon speaking in some insane made-up language. Sure, you may come across a woman who finds it cute and adorable at first, but with time she will get annoyed and if you don’t knock it the frack off you will find all your action figures (aka dolls) in the microwave.

Okay men, and I use that term loosely, you need stop playing dress up and just appreciate the chicks who are just like the rest of us men...and lesbians.

There is nothing wrong with being a fan of a particular band, superhero, video game, etc. but you don’t need to revolve your life around it. Remember, these people get paid lots of money to do these things, you on the other hand, just look like a complete fool.

Now if it’s Halloween (or maybe even a convention) then have at it, let your freak flag fly high and proud, otherwise stay in doors with all that nonsense.

MJM

“Zombie Epidemic”

People...quick, hide your children and lock your doors...we have a zombie epidemic on our hands! I have had my first run-in with the undead...the brain eating bunch known as zombies. These are scary times we live in people...so heed my warnings and take the necessary precautions to keep your family, yourself and of course your brain safe from these bastards.

Last night while I was out and about I ran into a whole mess of them, and at first I didn't realize what I had wandered into, they seemed like normal people…that was until they opened their mouths. No, they didn't try to eat me or anything like that, they just started talking. After hearing what they said I realized they were brain dead, and since they were up and walking around the only reasonable explanation I could come to was that they were in fact zombies. After further evaluation I also noticed that they stunk and their clothes were all raggedy and torn and they all moved like a sloth (which may have been due to the truck load of extra weight they were carrying, but I wasn't taking any chances) which to me, just proves my theory that they were the undead.

You would think I was at a graveyard or some other kind of spooky place, but no, I was at my local Walmart trying to buy some bread for a sandwich I was hungry for...and being that it was like two in the morning and it was the only place open, I had no other choice but to go there.

Now, being scared for my life and not knowing what to do, I grabbed a role of Christmas wrapping paper that was in the clearance bin (seventy-five percent off by the way, if you're in the market for any) and started whacking zombie kiester like as if I was a fat kid and they were piñatas full of candy. The zombies didn't seem to really like that a whole lot because they started yelling and cursing me out...funny how they couldn't put a complete sentence together without sounding like they had a mouth full of marbles, but the profanities came out of their mouths so fluidly...what potty mouths.

I finally made it to the exit, but when the automatic doors opened I was greeted by hordes of zombies rushing the building, shopping carts in hand, which if I had to guess was to hold all the brains they were planning on eating...they must have heard that I was on to them. So I had no choice but to run back in and take my chances with the in-store zombies.

As I ran through the aisles, I knocked down jars of spaghetti sauce on to the floor, hoping they would think it was blood and stop to eat it up while I made my escape...but no such luck. I even went as far as to fling the CDs out of the $1.99 bin at them like as if they were Chinese stars...and while doing so, I realized that not only is it jumping that us white people have a hard time with, but we also can't throw Chinese stars for a crap either. I knocked down a clothes rack on top of one of them who was getting close to me, and being a fan of the 80's action movies I decided to follow up my accomplishment with a witty one-liner...which was, "watch for falling prices you some of a beach"...and then I grabbed a 5 Hour Energy off the shelf and kept running, because these zombies were wearing me out.

I made my way to the manager’s office and barricaded myself in...keeping those zombie bastards out. Shortly afterwards the cops showed up, and I thought they were there to help me so I let them in, but to my dismay they weren't. They took me off to jail and locked me up, which is where I'm currently sitting as I write this. This just shows you how soft as a country we have become, you can't even attack zombies without getting into trouble...what a shame.

Also, so you know, the zombies have made their way into the prisons, I am in the same situation I was on the outside as I am on the inside, just in a different location...so now if you'll please excuse me, I'm about to go all Jackie Chan on these zombie punks with my soap on a rope.

MJM

“If I Was a Superhero”

As a kid after watching Batman on TV I would pretend to be a superhero...I wore my underwear over my pants...well let’s be honest here…I wore them over my mom’s old pantyhose that I was sporting at the time…and no I wasn’t a crossdresser, I was just trying to get into character.

I attempted to tie a towel around my neck as a cape...but my head was too big so I had to use a bed sheet...it looked more like a train on a wedding dress than a cape...so between this and the pantyhose my parents got worried and sent me away to one of those camps for the confused and curious...with the hopes of scaring me straight if you will.

Some kids pretend to fly by jumping off of the couch…that’s childs play…I used to jump off the roof… and for a split second it did really feel like I was flying…and crashing…honestly I didn’t feel all that super while I was laying there on the ground crying out in pain.

I was hoping to be a real live superhero when I grew up...I would have loved to be someone like the Incredible Hulk or even Superman...but in all reality I know I would have ended up like Ralph Hinkley from “The Greatest American Hero”...or more appropriately Handi-Man from “In Living Color.

I wouldn't have a cool power like super speed or super strength either....I would have some lame power like the abilities of a can opener or the ability to shoot lasers beams out my anus.  I must say though…it would be a really good thing if I didn't have the powers of invisibility and/or x-ray vision... because I can just imagine all the trouble I would get into and all the sexual harassment suits I would find myself in because of these powers

I also know my superhero costume wouldn't be something cool...it would be just like the clothes I wore growing up... which consisted of hand me downs and “good finds” at the local thrift shop. My outfits were made up of last year’s fashions and in very rough shape…shoes kept together by duct tape and crazy glue….need I say more. My costume would be made up from a pair of Z Cavariccis and a Member's Only jacket with a used shower curtain for a cape.

I wouldn't have a cool hideout like the Batcave or the Fortress of Solitude...I would have a shopping cart and a cardboard box on the side of the road…my secret headquarters would be the dumpster behind the 7-11…which I was able to access just by moving the drunk homeless man who was sleeping on the side of it.

My weakness would be rent...and my archenemies would be made up of “the Landlord” and “Mr. Bill Collector”…I would kind of be like Wonder Woman…but instead of having an invisible jet I would have invisible money that I paid them with to get them off my back.

I would be so lame that I wouldn't have any fan pages of Facebook...I would have them on MySpace.  My ultimate goal was to be a superhero…but unfortunately with life…and my luck…I became a superzero…instead of a hero.

MJM

“Hunting”

I know saying this may get me killed…and of course it will just be written off as a “hunting accident”…right Dick Cheney…but it must be said. I am not a fan of hunting, at least not in the traditional sense anyway, I think it is very cowardly and unsportsmanlike.

 

Now don’t get me wrong, if you are hunting for survival and utilizing every part of the animal you kill like the American Indians did then I can understand it and even appreciate it, however, if you are hunting for the so-called “sport” of it… where you “hide” out and wait for an unsuspecting animal to come by then blow its brains out, take it home, stuff it and hang it on your wall as some kind of trophy…like as if you really accomplished something… then that I don’t understand and think you’re a punk ass mofo…not hating, just saying.

 

Also, so you know…and before all the rednecks start attacking me thinking I’m some kind of vegetarian and/or one of those crazy ass PETA people…I love meat, I will eat the crap out of a good steak while wearing a leather suit just like Eddie Murphy in Raw…I just don’t think it’s all that sporting and/or something to brag about. To me it’s like cheating on a test…sure you get the end result you were looking for…but in all reality did you really put fourth any effort or skill?

 

You really want to hunt for sport…fine…we’ll take two of you hunters, lock you up together and let you have at it…the survivor gets to live to see another day…the loser gets barbequed and sent across the world to be fed to starving children...it’s a win, win situation for everyone involved.

 

You think you’re a tough guy…well then go wash the animal pee off you, come out of hiding and put down the gun and go kill that animal with your bare hands and/or a knife…then you’ll have something to brag about…well that is unless you’re planning on beating up Bambi and/or Thumper…then in that case you’re still a wuss.

 

So to all you Elmer Fudds out there…take off the camouflage, put down the gun and the beer (guns and beer…that’s what you call a redneck Reeses…way better than peanut butter and chocolate) and go find yourself a new hobby…like maybe needlepoint or suicide bomber…for our side of course, take one for the team…you are a patriot aren’t you (Git’r’done for the US of A).

 

MJM

 

“MJM's Random Thoughts”

Just as the title states this is a collection of my random thoughts, I had no other place to put them so I figured I would list them all here for your viewing pleasure. You're not going to find any pearls of wisdom here, or heartwarming sentiment, just a bunch random nonsense that popped in my head throughout the course of my day. There is no method to my madness, there is no rhyme or reason, honestly, I'm not entirely sure how I come up with this stuff, maybe it has something to do with my being dropped on my head when I was a baby but who knows.

Random Thoughts...

#1. I was thinking about a lobotomy...no, not getting one, but why is it called a lobotomy...shouldn't it be called a lotopomy since my head is on the top of me?

#2. Who's scarier, the people trying to ban the guns or the people loving on the guns like as if they were their own children? Trick question, they're both equally nuts. We don't have a gun problem, we have a people problem. Anyone who thinks owning guns is the problem or anyone who thinks guns are a necessity needs to have their heads examined, the guns aren't crazy, the people are. One side wants everybody to be armed to the teeth so we could handle things like they did back in the Wild West days and the other side thinks banning guns all together will make us a safer nation with less violent crimes, both sides need to get beat with a wiffle ball bat...not hating, just saying.

#3. Life is a crazy ride, from the birth certificate to the gravestone and everywhere in-between, just keep your hands and feet inside the car and remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop. Please check your sanity at the door and lay your straitjacket on the bed with the rest of the coats. By the way, I love applesauce and I can't wait until I'm old enough to start wearing diapers again so that I can poop on myself to keep warm when I'm cold and not have to get up from the TV to use the bathroom.

#4. Am I the only one who thinks "jack in the box" sounds perverted?

#5. I hate being sick, but at least I have an excuse for laying around all day, playing video games and getting drunk on NyQuil. Well on second thought, I guess being sick isn't all that bad.

#6. Wondering if there is such a food that wouldn't taste better deep fried. Mmmm heart attack.

#7. I think I threw my back out trying to dance to Flo Rida, quick someone call me an attorney, I'm going to sue! I'm too old to be trying to do the cabbage patch, and I have the triple D's to prove it, which are Dentures, Drool and Depends adult under garments.

#8. Have you ever spoken to someone who, no matter what the topic, has to one up you (aka 1 up'ers)? You say you did something, and they reply that they did the same thing, but just with a little more pizazz than you did. These people just don't do it once a conversation either, they do it all throughout, sometimes even going as far as to interrupt you to one up you. Am I alone in wanting to slap these people in the head with a loaf of stale Italian bread.

#9. I wouldn't mind going to jail if it's the all woman's Showtime after dark kind of jail, that I'm OK with, but if it's the Oz jail from HBO then I'm screwed...both literally and figuratively. I'll be sold for a pack of cigarettes and holding onto someones belt loop in no time. I'm not even going to try and front...I'm a complete wuss, as soft as Charmin, I have no doubt my shirt would be tied up in the front and I would be wearing lipstick in no time.

#10. There should be another political party, one for people who don't need to be spoon fed, who don't follow the flock and for people who think for themselves, we could call it the thinking party. We could have a brain for a symbol and our party color could be rainbow, just to annoy all those homophobes out there.

#11. Why do people buy one ply toilet paper, don't they know you'll end up using twice as much? If it's not at least two ply, it's not for me...anything less and you'll just end up with poop on your fingers.

#12. Am I the only one who finds it hard to order food from a fast food menu when I have a case of the giggles? Some of those names are hilarious, and saying it out loud to another human being makes it even harder. When I'm in one of those moods I just pretend I'm crazy, I walk in the restaurant wearing floaties and a bike helmet and just point to what I want, it makes it a lot easier.

#13. I'm a secure man, I don't mind my woman owning/using sex toys of the vibration kind, heck if I'm having a bad day and not able to fulfill her needs I'll even work it for her, well that is along as she's okay with me grabbing a Gatorade or a 5 Hour Energy before hand but when I see one that looks like it came from King Kong and moves like a jackhammer that's when I'll need to move on. I know I'm not going to be able to compare with that, heck Ron Jeremy couldn't even compare with that, so why even waste my time.

#14. I don't get the whole defecating on each other during sex thing, don't get me wrong I'm not trying judge anyone to each their own, if you're a freak like that have at it, be the best gosh darn freak-a-leak you can be...it's just not for me. Honestly, if I was being intimate with a honey and all the sudden she squatted over me and started heave-hoing and I saw the brown snake pushing its way through the hole I would kick her so hard in the kiester that she would take off as if she was being ejected from the cockpit of a plane going down.

#15. Wouldn't it be cool if you could modify your car horn to spout out profanities instead of honks..so that way when someone cuts you off in traffic you could really let them know how you feel without straining your voice.

#16. If colleges had a difficulty setting like in video games, then community college would be the easy setting...trust me I know from person experience, I am currently attending one. A good percentage of the students here should be riding the short bus to school and wearing helmets and water wings on their arms for protection. I feel my IQ dropping every moment I'm here, I even found myself drooling in my breakfast cereal this morning. Hey kids learn from my mistakes and stay in school and study your butt off so you can get into a real college.

#17. If common sense was currency, and your head a bank account, you'd be in the negative...with many, many NSF fees.

#18. What's the story with pants? When they're on younger people they're hanging off their butts, and when they're on the older people they're pulled up to their nipples, it would seem that as if only the middle-aged wear their pants were they should be. I guess how one wears their pants is a good indication as to where they are in their life.

#19. The art of the fart is that you don't shart when your butt cheeks come apart.

#20. A good way for the church to "spice" things up, and to attract more people, would be to start offering flavored body of Christ wafers...like maybe Sour Cream and Christ or Jez-its (the holy alternative to Cheez-its).

#21. Is it considered drinking and driving if while playing the game LIFE you're pounding back a few brewskies?

#22. I think tub farting should be an Olympic event, believe it or not it's an art form and not just anyone can do it where it's meaningful and magical. 

#23. Thongs, what is up with this torture device and why do people purposely wear them? If I tried to put on a thong it would disappear, it would be eaten up by the rolls, never to return, so I just do what all fat people do with their thongs, I use them as a slingshot to shoot food into my mouth.

#24. People who dress their pets up in stupid little outfits just to prance them around and show them off, like as if they were a fashion accessory.

#25. Why do people pick their nose, scratch their ass, or adjust their junk where you can plainly see them doing so then go to touch you? We know where those hands have been and we know they are about as clean as Courtney Love on a good day, so please keep them to your damn self unless you want to draw back a nub.

Thanks for reading my random thoughts, it's just one of the side effects of being me, my brain wanders and I think of a lot of nonsense which has no real merit or purpose other than keeping me from sucking on the barrel of a twelve gauge or slapping stupid bitches right and left...which would be a full-time job in itself.

MJM