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Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Bar

I just opened a fucking Sunkist and I’m so fucking excited about it. You should be too, because as we all know, Sunkist is one of God’s finer creations in this world. That has nothing to do with sunkistwhat I’m about to write other than the fact that I am now fuelled by the fruit of the Gods, and I can now open up a can of Awesomeness for each and every one of you. I can also talk to you about my massive amounts of fashion knowledge and knowledge of the sexes and our desperate grabs at the ones we find attractive. Should we jump into it? We should because I’m so hard I can’t contain it really ready to write for you all. Sit down and hold on to your toilet, its time to fly my pretties!

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I’m a 20-something single person who like most, am actually frightened to death of the idea of first meeting someone online and then deesnydermeeting up with them in real life. I mean, c’mon, they could be a psychopath killer. Hello Dee Snyder’s Strangeland.

So like everyone else, I do it the old fashioned way. I go to a bar and I see people there. Regrettably I don’t end up meeting many people because in real life the critic is quite socially awkward and shy. That said, I do do a lot of people watching whilst there, so eventually my balls will drop and I will have the courage to talk to someone other than the bartender. Until that day, I think my credentials are still sound. So take that, bitches!

Going to the bar is a fine experience that should be and IS experienced by most adults. Sometimes minors with fake ID’s can get into a bar, but only if they have their fake ID made by Javier. That guy is the best, but you didn’t hear that from me. Hell, I wouldn’t even know his phone number or anything so if you emailed me I wouldn’t have it or anything.. and most certainly couldn’t hook you up for a small fee or anything.. So don’t even ask!

Preparation

Preparing ones self for a bar is a tormenting experience.gqfuck For a guy, we do this: We shower. I don’t know how many of you ladies out there realize how big of an inconvenience this is for us. We’d much rather stew in our own “natural” scent. Regrettably, it is a simple fact that there is really nothing natural about our stench. Something went wrong with the cheetos, corndogs, and motor oil. We’re not sure what it is, so we wash it off. And we do that for you, ladies. FOR YOU! Remember, selfishness is not in our genes. Much. So we take our time (which is like a whole 15 fucking minutes!) and get looking our best. This way we know as we arrive at the bar, we’re looking totally GQ.

Sadly, even though we think we’re looking GQ, the simple truth is, the only guys who really know how to dress like that are homosexuals. Since we’re going to a bar to pick up a hot chick, we’re obviously not a homosexual. This means we were better off wearing Dorky_mainour cleanest pair of jeans (even though they’re really not all that clean) and our least wrinkled shirt. This is because, the nicest clothes we have are the ones that grandma is still sending us every year for Christmas. Now, though we all love our Nana, the truth is, she has no real fashion sense. That’s something we have to realize about all old people actually, while I’m thinking it. I don’t know what the age is that I’ll have to start wearing my pants around my armpits, but I’m not very excited about it. I’m sure its coming soon though- but the good news is, so is a nursing home. The bad news is, I’ve not procreated any little bastards to pay for it. Conclusion: I’m totally fucked.

From the dawn of time, there has been man, and there has been woman, and these two people wish to mate. They bar01do not know how to meet, so another man decided to make a place where they could meet, and this place is called: A BAR. At this place of business you will pay to drink until the ugly ones are attractive, a desperate one finds you, or you throw up. Whichever alexander-box-cover-postercomes first.

The sad truth was, originally, only men could go to the bars around town, which if you ever saw the movie Alexander, makes total sense. If you didn’t see it, you’re not missing much other than seeing Colin Farrell’s ball sack. I really didn’t need to see it either. I mean, really. And he just wanted to do nothing but stay in bed and make sweet love to Jared Leto all day. Oh by the way, he conquered a bunchalexander2 of countries n shit. BUT WHO CARES! He was totally *sill-eee* gay. Like, full on Liberace gay. HE LIKED SHOW TUNES!

Where was I? Oh yes, we were talking about how gay it was that only men could go to bars. So along came some time later where women could go to them too and then you didn’t just go looking for Jared Leto in each bar you went in. No! The time had come, you could seek out the opposite sex. Straight men all over the globe celebrated by knocking back a few cold ones with their buddies, and going out the find the elusive and mysterious woman! And they could, in each and every bar, they couldoldwestbar find one and they could go home with them. Why?
No, it wasn’t because the bra-burning liberal chicks hadn’t won the freedom of bitches globally. No, it was because they were all whores. For a price you could have a good time with any woman you met, because she was for sale. And it was a glorious thing. This time in the world is actually know as “The Golden Age of Bar Hopping” – It’s a fact, look it up.

Then came the Femme-Nazi movement of women’s lib. and Bra Burning.bra-burning

Men worldwide celebrated by throwing back a few cold ones. Why? Because not ALL WOMEN COULD GO TO THE BAR! AND!! They weren’t wearing bras! This means, you no longer have to pay for getting laid. Kinda. I mean, normally you gotta at least buy her a drink so you can slip her a roofie get to know her.  This posed alady-gaga-pic-ap-269401546 new problem for men. We could not longer go to the bar however the fuck we wanted and expect some girl to give us play for the right price. We must now try and dress nice and have manners to land the chicks. This did not sit well with us. It is this point in history we call “The Great Depression in Bar Scenes” It was a sad period. But then Queer Eye came around and showed us that we could dress like a fag and nail the ladies and STILL BE STRAIGHT! The problem was, no straight guy watched Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, and therefore, we’re still all fucked, but not literally. But thanks Nana, I still love my sweater you bought me!

Now that the history lesson is over, I think its time for a smoke break. Normally I would take  my laptop outside and smoke and type, but its snowing like a bitch out there and I don’t want to have to retype all this if I fry my shit. So, I’ll be right back.

Alright I’m back. Sorry that took longer than I expected. I also cracked a new Mt. Dew and devoured a corndog. No where were we? Ahh yes, we’re getting to the good stuff. Modern day. Lets recap:

  • Men suck at dressing themselves
  • The movie Alexander sucked
  • Whores cost money
  • Lady Gaga has a penis

That about sums it up. Oh! And Sunkist is great.  So there’s a place where all the inbred swine of the earth comes from, and regrettably I know where that place is. I lived there once, but I am not from there. So get that out of your head. When you go to a bar, you see these people, and you find yourself saying “Where did this fuck even COME FROM??” And yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. And I know where those fucks came from. I’ll teach you now.

Grand Junction, Colorado.mcolorado

This is the worst place imaginable. Now, how this said retard you meet in a bar actually came to that bar where you have had the displeasure of making their acquaintance.. I cannot say. But that dark hole you swear they climbed out of before showing up at the local pub is in fact a real place. You should never go there. Ever. It’s the scariest place imaginable on earth, and I won’t go into it any further, but trust me. These asshole retards you meet Wenchare from there. Promise.  All of them.

So you go to the bar, and you’re hoping that history will repeat itself, and you will meet someone perfect. How is this history repeating? Well, thinking about the good ol days of legal prostitution and bar maids just has you hopeful.. and why not? Thinking positively can bring wondrous things!beer wench

So off we go, either dressed by grandma or in dirty wrinkled man clothes. We haven’t combed our hair exactly, but we ran our hands through it, which is pretty close, right? But we have showered! And we go there with the ambitions of meeting the modern day Beer Wench. This is not a Halloween bar either, so we’re not talking a costumed honey, we’re talking the real deal. Does she exist? Welldrunkfatchick goddamnit, she’d better, and we’re gonna find her!

The sad news is, she does exist, and we do not find her. Instead we get locked into conversation with an no toothed fat girl from Grand Junction who is really digging us. We’re not that desperate are we, self? Oh HELL NO, self! Good, because I was worried, self! I wouldn’t bone her with YOUR cock, self, much less MINE! Good. *Phew*

This is something that yours truly experiences on a sweatpants-and-uggsregular basis. All the honeys are into strong muscle guys. Unfortunately, dr. cr1ck3e does not have big muscle like physique. In fact, we are really quite puny. I will tell you what else, there’s a thing bitch idiot girl I saw at the bar the other night. This girl covered 3 whammies in one move. It amazed me that God would allow such idiocy to have legs. But it gets worse.. she had procreated. So, the story reads as such: I’m at the local pub with my mates. In walks this hoe, and she is wearing the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen. Sweat pants and gay boots known as Uggs.  It did look fitting on her, as she was probably the biggest piece of white trash in the bar. This gives me a small chuckle, because, even girls can’t really dress themselves sometimes. I like to imagine this girl taking her time deciding which pair of ugly worn sweats will best fit her Uggs. I won’t lie. I tried to get a picture of it, but I failed, it was too dark and I didn’t want to alert her to my actions with the flash on my Black Berry. This picture you see is the closest I could find. So, back to the story.. here’s how it plays out in my brain which makes me giggle. “Imma find a new baby daddy to-NITE! Oh. maw. gawd. No one will EVER deny my hotness with these perfect pants and boots!”  Then to further make herself look like the flaming retarded Grand Junctionian she is, she then STUFFS HER PANTS INTO HER BOOTS!

I do not understand this fashion statement. I’m not sure what brainiac group of tardsthought this idea up. First off, let me instruct you ladies. If you’re wearing them thinking its awesome.. its not. Uggs are not attractive shoes. Do you want attractive shoes? WEAR SOMETHING ELSE! Fucking flippyfloppies are better looking then these retarded boots. Secondly, if you’re going to wear these retarded eskimo fashion rejects, then may I suggest you wear them on the INSIDE of your pant leg. Why? Because they’re fucking ugly. Now, to go further, NEVER wear them with fucking sweat pants IN PUBLIC! I can picture a time when wearing sweats and uggs is acceptable. You just had mad wild sex. You want to have cigarette. You put on sweats and uggs, step out on the balcony WHERE NO ONE CAN SEE YOUR LEGS and you smoke. pairsuggThis is acceptable ugg sweat pant usage. All others are unacceptable. Capisce? Again, I cannot fathom what would make a woman want to wear this out in public, but it happens. I’m not sure who’s idea this was or who made it popular, but that person is a total fucking idiot and should probably be tossed off a cliff and fed to rabid dogs. Then their remains should be catapulted at the Uggs factory so they can make a nice pretty artistic splatter on the exterior wall of that place. Maybe right by the front door. Fuck, man!

FUCK!

So, I’m not through with this social reject trying to find love in a bar. Oh fuck no. So she’s obviously oblivious to how retarded she actually looks, but shall I up the ante? Well let me give you a time line of events. Hoe shows up at bar. Its like 11:00 PM on a Saturday. She also has with her, I shit you not.. A baby. A FUCKING BABY! Now, fortunately for baby, dr. cr1ck3e has been banned from smoking in said bar, else I’d feel even more sorry for this kid. Seriously, who takes a child into a bar at 11 pm? Why is this kid still awake? My folks never let me stay up passedscreaming-baby 11 pm when I was little and look at how I turned out!!

Ok, so that’s a bad example.

But really, if you need to go to the bar to find a new baby daddy, at least leave the kid in the car with the windows cracked. Here’s a vital lesson that needs learned. A man does not go to the bar looking to become a baby daddy. Ever. Sometimes it happens, sure. I mean, we were drunk, you were drunk, and I’m sorry but my real name is not Garcia. Good luck. Wait, what? Oh so, get a fucking baby sitter twat, no one wants your baby here. I feel like shit for cussing loudly around it, or I did before that next shot of tequila got to me. So the moral of the story is, if you’re white trash, you will wear uggs with your sweat pants tucked into them, and you will bring your baby to a bar at night. But the simple fact is that you should not. If you need to go to the bar, get a fucking baby sitter or stay at home, skanks.datroof

This was my experience last Saturday. So needless to say, the searchbarwhore for Mrs. dr. cr1ck3e, phd continues. I’ll know when I see her from across the bar, and I know it’ll be love at first sight. That’s right, we are a hopeless romantic at heart. She’ll look at me with those beautiful eyes, and I will look at her, and we’ll know we were made for each other. Don’t worry, my love. I will continue looking for you, and you keep doing.. that. God I love you.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Fear.

Today I think we’ll cover a very serious subject matter. As you can see from the title, we’ll cover; fear. Fears are everywhere, but we’ll not discuss stupid fears, like random phobias that make no sense what so ever.. Oh no, we’ll discuss real fears that can plague your dreams, turning even the most peaceful of rests into such dismay that you’ll never close your eyes again. Please keep in mind, the following is not for the weak of heart.. only the strong will make it through this blog with their wits intact. Proceed with caution!!

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Well, to say I have no fear would be a lie. I – like the rest of you, have my fair share of fears. I won’t tell you what they are though, because they are so intense that you won’t know what to do with yourself after reading them  … then again, that sounds amusing so perhaps I *will* tell you them. So, having fears makes me an expert on the subject and therefore i nearly have a phd in this, so listen up chumps! This shits about to get REAL!!!

 

Before we delve into that which will haunt you, I’d like to start off with a few announcements. First off, I’m writing to you today like a real writer as I am now the proud owner of my very own laptop, and no longer have to sit at a desk to write! Thats right ladies and germs! I am now sitting at a tiny ass screen and keyboard, with cigarette in hand, smashing away at keys which are causing even more spelling and grammatical errors than ever before!! You may have noticed, frequently that I do not proof read nor do I spell check my blogs. But why you ask? It is because that would take more effort than I really want to give AND furthermore, I am afraid of spellcheck. That’s right, Spellchecking is the devil. It scares the hell out of me for a number of reasons, but the king of these reasons is because to use spell checking would be to admit that I can make a mistake in my crusade to bring you the truth, and that could never happen.

 

UPDATE

It was brought to my attention by a few readers that our dearly beloved Ryan Seacrest made reference to Brian Dunkleman last night on Idol. Thankfully for the DVR which some people possess, I crept out of my cave, hissed at daylight, and went to see for myself! Turns out, it was true! No one in the crowd really knew who the fuck he was talking about when he mentioned him, and I think about 1.32 people clapped, but the the truth of the matter is what is most important, and that is this: Ryan Seacrest reads my blog. That’s straight hilarity in the flesh, and I should likely take the next few lines to apologize for the mass amounts of jokes I indiscriminately tossed out at his expense… I’m not going to though, because that’d just be silly and a waste of time. So my loving readers, thank you for reading, and that includes you Seacrest! But I’m not out yet! Oh hell no, I’m just getting warmed up. But you see, I’m like a fat kid getting ready for gym class, my warm up consists of a snickers bar, mountain dew, and wiping my nose on my sleeve, Therefore, I’m so unprepared for this blog that it too will likely take me more than one day to finish. Seeing as how its late does not help our cause. Who cares though?? On with the show!

 

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As I said, fear comes in many different ways shapes and forms. Sometimes it is unnesessary  to be afraid of something, and therefore it lowers ones intelligence to be afraid some something to trivial and stupid. There are some real things to definitely be afraid of, and that’ll be our main focus on the day.

CLOWNS

Clowns are freaky as fuck and you should really be abozofraid of them if you are not. I’ve spoken with a few people and most people ARE in fact, afraid of clowns. This is good for them, and human kind. Clowns will fuck you up in so many ways.

You see here an innocent looking, and very happy clown. His goal in life seems simple: to entertain you, and other small children and make them smile. This could not be further from the truth my friends. The truth is, the are demons from hell that are sent by Satan to the earth to populate, procreate, and dominate. Their one goal in life: To terrorize the shit out of you!

Most people who are afraid of clowns, are afraid of them because of a fellow named Stephen King, who terrorized an entire generation with his thit-clown(1)rilling story: IT. If you’re between the ages of zero and one billion and 5, you’ve seen this book turned into a movie and had the life scared out of you by this homocidal maniac clown who would not only eat your soul, but cackle the entire time. As it stands, you likely have not seen this clown since you watched it for the first time when you were about 12, so let me reintroduce you to the face of horror!

Fuck clscary bozoowns! If you’re walking down the street tomorrow and you see a clown, please take my advice and turn and walk a different direction, for that clown is looking to murder you in an unspeakable fashion, claim your soul for Satan’s army, and likely he’ll deficate on your dead body… and thats just not nice. Hell, that’s meaner than even I could do. Here’s a picture of what a clown really looks like. Be very, very, afraid.

Spiders

Some people are afraid of spiders.. I must confess, this is a rather strange thing to be afraid of. First off, lets look at a cute, cuddley little spider. spider

This spider means you no harm! He is innocent of all charges and racial slurs against him. To hate a spider, and be afraid of it is lunacy. When I see a spider, I don’t scream and cry, OMG A SPIDER!

Fuck no, I see that spider and I high five him with my pinky finger.. Eight fuckin times! This is a sure fire way to cure anyone’s phobia of spiders. You need to approach the spider with honesty and bravery, you must nod respectfully, and you must high five in a fashion that appeases the said spider.

But seriously, why would anyone be afraid of a spider? I can understand why you would be afraid of a lion. A lion can eat yo ass. Hell, a lion could eat you and still be hungry unless you’re a massive 400 lbs land monsters. If you are a massive land monsters, please see my blog on reality television.. you need to go on the biggest loser, friend. But no, a spider cannot do anything to you to really hurt you much. REMEMBER! There are NO spiders like the one in Lord of the Rings!shelobfrodolight

Now, if you were to enter say, a cave, like where I live, you might find a spider that can eat you. I personally try to keep those as pets since I get along with spiders so well, and I have found that once trained propperly they make AMAZING watch dogs. Everyone needs a look out to watch their back, and what better look out than a creature with multiple eyes, and a shit ton of legs. Also, webs are cool even if they are a bit too sticky for my tastes. So, remember, the next time you see a spider, if its not 10-20 feet tall.. chances are you have no reason to be afraid of it, so sit down and offer it a cup of bugs, make a new friend for once, then everyone won’t think you’re such a hermit. Hell, it might be prudent to name them, that way instead of saying to your friends: So I was talking to this spider yesterday.. – you’re actually going to say, “So I was talking to Herman the other day..” Do you see how much more sane and real that sounds? Good! We agree then? Excellent! Lets move on to the next subject matter!

Bugs

Wit the mention of Spiders, it is only logical to transition straight into bugs. Bugs are terrifying to some people, and to the rest of us with half of a brain in our skulls, we don’t understand why.bugz The truth of the matter is,  yes, they are creepy crawly. Yes they have lots of legs, but don’t hate on them for their multiple legs. Chances are this fear stems from loathing and envy for multiple legs because you know deep down in your soul, if you could have a fuck ton of legs, you’d totally do it. Imagine taking a walk with 6 legs. How easy would that be? It’d be easier than anything. Hell, it’d take you a long ass time before you ever even got tired! How cool would that be? Plus, you could run really fast like you were superman or something, and that’d be even cooler. Bugs are your friends, and they can’t eat your face or anything, so why be scared of them? Bugs are so friendly that they actually made a hit movie about them called: A Bugs Life. This movie starred lots of bugs. It was pleasant and cheerful.cricket

My sister in law is afraid of crickets. Its easy to understand when you look at this beautifully edited picture of one. Crickets are probably trying to take over the world and that would normally give a person cause for concern, but the simple matter is, they are smaller than a quarter and weigh less. They have no weapons of mass destruction, and war against them, though it may be immanent, will be easily won, because we can crush them with our mighty shoes. Crickets- 0 Humans- 1

Airplanes

Why the fuck would anyone ever in the history of the world, be airplaneafraid of an airplane? That makes no sense at all. First off, lets look at the statistical facts:

  1. Safer than cars
  2. Faster than cars
  3. Bigger than cars
  4. Flown by pro’s not assholes on cellphones
  5. No drunk drivers in the air.

Now we divulge. They are safer than cars.. and mainly because they’re not only flown by a professional who knows what the fuck he’s doing, but that guy isn’t some woman talking on her cell, curling her hair, drinking her coffee, putting eye make up on, smoking a cigarette ALL while trying to get to work in the morning. I see this all the time, you know you have too. Its scary as fuck to see a woman doing that whilst driving her car. In fact, I’d say its better to be afraid of women drivers such as these than it is airplanes. Also, you can’t get a dui in the air, and the speed thing is awesome because there are no air cops out there waiting to bust a pilot’s ass for doing 300+ miles per hour.

There is however, one real reason to be afraid of riding in an airplane: The Red Baron.redbaron 

If you’re flying along for whatever reason and you look out your tiny ass plastic window and you see THIS next to you.. be afraid! Be very fucking afraid, because this guy can kill you with his eyes closed! He’s the greatest, most infamous badass of all time.  He' is so awesome that they even named some pizza after him. I myself do not have a pizza named after me. Yet.

Aliens

When it comes to little green men from Mars, who wouldn’t be afraid? Maliene. I don’t think alien’s are something to be afraid of. Think on it, people say OMG! They are kidnapping nurses and cows and give each anal probes! Seriously? This is what you’re afraid of? First off, if Alien’s can get to earth, then we know two major points of worry. First off, they know we really do exist, where as we have no physical evidence of them. They also know where we are and and how to get here. If thats the case, they’re obviously far smarter than us, and even though we’re all constantly trying new things that include but are not limited to sticking things up our collective asses.. Like our heads.. We still have no factual truth about them. So, even though I am adamantly opposed to anything doing any kind of probing up my bum.. I find that if alien’s are real, we have many problems which are bigger than, “What will he stick in my ass today.” Translation: If aliens ARE real, then we got seriously massive problems which do not include having something rammed up your dark star. With this sound logic strengthening you, you know your black cherry will remain intact and undisturbed by aliens. They’ll prolly just kill us all anyways. If you do want to fear aliens, fear the illegal kind because they are after your jobs, social security and wellfare. And if theres one thing that scares the hell out of me, its ghosts. If theres another thing though, its someone stealing my wellfare. How dare it run out and force me to get a job? If i have to go get a “real job” theres a good chance I might die. And that’d be a fate worse than cheerios. On a side note; the fear of Kara Diaguardi also falls into this category as she is the queen mother ailien from the Aliens movies.. (See American Idol blog) Now despite the rest of the aliens from outter space being something you don’t have to fear, Kara Diaguardi is something to fear as she wants to eat you, OR lay eggs in you so her babies can pop out of your chest. This phobia is known as Karadiaquariaphobia. Its real.

Cornfields

That’s right, cornfields. They are scary as fuck, and if you’re wise you’ll avoid them like a colonoscopy – like the kind an alien would never give you. Think back to our knowledge of the world that we’ve learned from living. Heres the number one facornfieldct to remember: Bad shit always happens in a cornfield. Theres never a good thing that happens when it comes to corn fields. Thank you Stephen King for Children of the Corn. That’s actually not the scary part, the scariest part of that is that shit really happens. People go to check to the water or the scarecrow, and they never fucking come back. Their remains are found after harvest.. and there isn’t much left of these said remains.. hence the name.. remains. There are many reasons which a cornfield is dangerous though. Scarecrows can come alive, and in fact they are not some stupid brainless retard like from the wizard of oz, but rather they are a spawn of darkness and evil, and the only way the can keep alive is to eat human flesh. Ritual sacrifices take place in corn fields. Why? Because you can hide the evidence of a crime there. Everyone knows that corn fields are spooky, so when someone goes missing theres always that clever deputy who suggests. Hey maybe we should look in old farmer tuck’s corn field… But the sheriff always sets him straight with a horror story of poor Deputy Clarke who went into the corn field looking for something once.. They never saw his ass again.. because he was ritually sacrificed to a demon scarecrow.

Going back to the fear of aliens.. Cornfields have a huge connection to aliens. Aliens are really like 3 year olds with finger paint.. but the canvas is not their bedroom wall while mommy isn’t looking.. oh no, its a motherfucking cornfield. Why? Because people don’t get it, and aliens, though tcrop circleshey don’t want to stick something in your keester, are actually assholes themselves. We look at crop circles and we get cornfused as fuck. How did this happen? How COULD this happen? Some people have claimed humans do it, which is bullshit. The only humans brave enough to go into a cornfield much less one at night, are drunk rednecks who can’t spell their own names, much less make a sweet ass drawing outta the corn that fucking confuses everyone. Get real, people can’t make these, aliens do. So as a recap as to why there is total justification for the fear of cornfields:

  • Aliens
  • Ritual Sacrifice
  • Demon Scarecrows

Shit, I don’t see why we need corn at all. You know theres a town in this land locked hellhole that has a corn festival? Needless to say, I’ve never been. First off, corn is NOT that good of a vegetible. Secondly, there’s always a washed up band there.. and finally and most importantly, it takes place in a cornfield. You won’t catch me dead in a cornfield, but if I ever end up in one by a freak of nature, I’ll surely end up dead.

Beer

A phobia of beer? Seriously? Some people have phobias of anything, but this one is just rather stupid to have, don’t you think? Well you may be right.. OR you may be.. wrong?

Thats right, theres a lot you can actually fear when it comes to beer. First off, Beer Goggles. That is something to definitely be afraid of. Secondly, “GOHOMOPHOBIA” The fear of going home after a party that ended prematurely because the beer ran out. These are all very easy to understand.. but a fear of beer itself? How can this be? There is only one way in which I can answer this question for you, and it is this:budweiser

That’s right, overrated, shitty tasting, horrible, horrible beer. Such as Budweiser. If you were faced with the choice of having to drink Budweiser or not drink at all, you’d have to pick not drinking at all, since Bud is really just that bad. The proof is in the nicknames. Buttwiper. Badweiser. The list goes on and on, but the fact remains, this beer is over advertised, over rated, and over sold. Hell, I’d rather drink Boon’s than this shit. Fuck Bud and all its evil spawns of reincarnation. Such as Bud Lite. I’d rather force a spoon down my throat than drink this shit. This is Desiree’s fear too.. make no mistake, I am not the only one with this logical fear.. If you don’t think bud sucks, someone ought to push you down a flight of stairs. If you survive that tumble, you’ll proudly exclaim to the world, “BUDWEISER SUCKS!” You salute every truck you see with a middle finger, and though no one may understand you, you’ll know that you’re not only justified, but right! That’s right, you too can help spread it; the truth.datroof Its only saving grace, its TV commercials. And thats not enough to save it. Back to more fears!

 

Snakes

Are snakes really scary? There was a movie starring Samuel L Jackson called snakes on a plane.. it was not scary. I’m sure you’ve heard of it, but never saw it. The reason you never saw it is because it was so horrible, watching it just once could melt your face. This is why I don’t look at cameras in pictures.. I was one of the unlucky ones to see it and lose part of my looks because of it. But the reality is, snakes are not scary, generally speaking… but they CAN be scary. Observe.snakes

In this picture, one could accurately say that snakes can be quite scary. The fact is though, you’ll never have an application of snakes of this magnitude come at you. When will you ever see this many snakes in one place at one time? The answer is: Never. That means that snakes are in fact, not scary. But some people can make snakes scary. Once again I show you the the truth:snakemouf

As you look at this person, at first you think, wait, what? Then take a closer look and you SEE the fucking snakes! That’s not right! These snakes are fucking this person up! Snakes are definitely scary! But you have to stop and think about it for a minute.. Did the snakes do this? Or was this a stupidity thing from some human who ought to be abducted and studied by aliens. The truth is, the snakes are scary, yes, but they are scary ONLY with the aid of the retard in this picture. There is something definitely wrong with this person. This picture does not show you a good reason to be scared of snakes, but rather, of people. Its pictures like this that make you wish this person would go to the Amazon where there is actually a snake large enough to eat them. This gives us a conundrum.. a snake, like a lion, can eat you. But I ask again, when will you ever see that snake in person? Its the reason you’re not scared of lions. you’re never going to get close enough to one to become a fleshy pizza roll, and you would never get close enough to a snake big enough to make you one. My final picture will show you that snakes are actually gentle creatures that you should love, and they are beautiful and artistic. Also, they have style. Final analysis: Snakes with the aid of humans are scary. By themselves, not.SnakesAlive1

See? Artistic and badass. Not scary at all.

 

 

 

Tornados

Some people fear mother nature for many reasons. Tornados are my nephews biggest fear, though I can’t exactly say why. When you live in a place that has wicked tornados, you’d think you’d become accustomed to dealing with them. Tornados are mother natures middle finger itornadoesn the face of man kind. Its a giant “fuck you, and you’re fucking trailer park!” That makes them even better because as we all know, trailer parks are… simply put.. not cool. At all. Ever. In the history of the world there has never been a cool trailer park. The way I see it, Tornados are doing us a favor by destroying them. If I could have one dream job it would be: Hugh Heffner. If I could pick a job thats not necessarily a dream job but equally very cool, it’d be a storm chaser, thats for Goddamned sure. Bet on it.

 

Rats

Rats are terrifying, so shut your fucking mouth! How dare you laugh at my phobia? I really hate these plague carrying fucks. They are tiny, they squeak, they are not cute. Some people say, oh thats not a rat, its a mouse. FUCK YOU. Small and  white is a rat too. Large and gray, also a fucking rat. I hate them with a pawhite_mousession of a trazillion fires. First off, they can bite, and if there were a ton of them, and they all attacked you, you’d die. And when you see one, inevitably you see two. So obviously, they live as a miniture, more evil – wolf. They carry plague. The black death was because of rats. They have hunta virus. Pandemic. Thats right bitches, they can kill you without you ever seeing one.. by the pewp. Thats just not cool at all. Not being able to face your enemy in mortal combat is a total rip off of life. But for those of you who keep them as pets.. I hope they chew through their cages, find you in your sleep and eat your eyeballs. Fuck rats.

This also includes guinea pigs, hamsters, gerbils, and chinchillas. Not ferrets though, they are weasels and weasels rule. Birds are kind of creepy too, especially pigeons. I like to call them Air Rats. Fuck Air Rats. God, I think I think I need to go wash myself now.

 

Mirrors

Yes its a real phobia, and yeah, I have it. Mirrors are just fucking WRONG. I’m relatively certain mirrors are gateways, windows, if you will, into another dimension. There’s something oWood_Framed_Mirror1n the other side, I’m telling you that for certain, and what its is.. its not good. Look at movies, they can guide you in this. In a movie, when someone looks into a mirror, something bad ALWAYS happens. This is because mirrors are straight evil. In this other dimension, where the evil lives, they watch us through mirrors, like we’re TV or something. Don’t believe me? Well lets examine the facts. How often do you really look into a mirror. Someone is ALWAYS looking back, even if you don’t realize it. Ever make a funny face in the mirror and then you laugh, but its a nervous laugh. Why is it a nervous laugh? Because you get this creeped out feeling that SOMONE IS WATCHING YOU. Whats worse? Someone IS watching you, fool! They’re probably laughing and plotting your doom too! Ever have sex in front of a mirror? Porno for the other dimension. These are not polite suggestions, they are facts, my friends. Mirrors are, without a doubt, creepier than rats. They don’t walk and squeak and carry disease, but where ever you see one, you see evil, and you see them every day, no matter where you go. They are in your house, in your car, at your work, in the bathroom, on the ceiling for some of you freaks.. You cannscary-mirror-300x225ot escape them. They’re not following you, they are fucking Visa, everywhere you want to be. So avoid them like rats.

Ever see something in a mirror you were sure wasn’t there a second ago? Of course you have, heres the scariest part: It wasn’t there a second ago, your mind didn’t make it up, but you you still, nervously, make an excuse, oh it was a hard day, long week, too much stress… But the truth is you’re too afraid to admit the reality of it: Evil. Its here, its watching, and it fucking sees you.

 

Under the Bed

What the hell is under your bed? Its something bad, and you know it. At some point in out lives, we realize that there is definitely something evil under the bed. When you’re a kid, underthebedits the boogey man. After you watched IT, its a fucking clown. Now that you’re a growed up, you think, how silly of me to think there was something evil under my bed all these years, and theres like, totally not. Ha..ha.. ha.. right? WRONG!!! YOUR TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG AND YOU GODDAMN KNOW IT! Under your bed is where all the bad shit in the world really is. Its not the boogey man, its not THE DARK. Its the motherfuckin Lord of Hell, and he’s waiting for you. He’s gonna grab that foot of yours if you stick it out too far. Have you ever been laying there in bed and you’re under the covers and you’re like OMG THIS BED IS TOO FUCKING HOT! So, like a brain child, you kick your leg out from under the covers.. then, instinctively, you feel vulnerable, naked.. And slowly, ever so slowly, you start to draw you leg back UNDER the covers no matter how fucking hot it is.

The next day, you laugh at yourself, nervously again.. because how silly are you to feel like something is under your bed when you’re what? Almost 30 years old? Get a grip, kid. Lets not be childish. So, you talk to yoursundrbdelf logically. Look, theres nothing under the fucking bed. I know, self. We can prove it! We don’t need to do that. WE WILL ANYWAYS! I really don’t think I want to! STOP CRYING LIKE A BITCH, SELF!!! So you look. It looks like this:

Yup. Dust. And a sock. Why are you so afraid? Because deep down, you KNOW that some evil.. you can’t see. But you can feel it. Kick your leg out from under the covers tonight, and if you’re really brave and think I’m crazy, hang it off the side of the bed. Dare you.

But sleep does not have to be so scary, my friends. Oh no.. Remember, your covers will always protect you, they are the ultimate shield. They cannot stop fire, nor nuclear holocaust, but they can, undoubtedly, stop the evil thats under your bed. Every fucking time. Sleep tight!

Death

The fear of death is a fear I think most people have somewhere in them. Seeing as how I am quite unusual, I myself do not fear death, and neither should you. I challenge death, and death is my bitch. Someone says, “He cr1ck3e! Would you like to Angel-of-Deathhave a smoke?” I say: “I’ll have two!! BRING IT!” I drive slow through intersections, but most people are too afraid to ram me. I jay walk, leisurely.. cars avoid me like the plague. The fact of it is, death will find you when you’re supposed to be found, you can’t run, or hide. Therefore, fearing death is probably the stupidest thing you actually CAN fear. Fearing something that is inherantly evil like a mirror, or the underside of your bed.. or fearing something thats nasty and can eat you, like a rat.. thats reasonable, its justifiable, and it makes total sense. Death is something that is not evil, nor is it avoidable, like rats- therefore, to fear death is to fear life. And if you fear life, I hope Arnold Swartzenegger runs up to you, screaming HEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!! And then slaps you and calls you a girly man. If you’re a girl, he’ll just call you a democrat. But he’ll still slap you. Then he’ll slap your ass, because he is a totally rad womanizing bastard, which makes him a real american hero. The good news is, whenever people have a “near death” experience, they never see skeletor in a robe with a sweet as weapon. So perhaps its not that bad afterall hmdeathlightm? No, they always see something that resembles this:

Tunnels, lights, bright lights.. sometimes you even see your grandma, but never skeletor. I myself will likely see Skeletor, since I am nearest to He-Man, I’ll meet him in the afterlife for a goddamned epic battle.  But its cool, because I’ll have an awesome loin cloth, a sweet broad sword, and reason to scream I HAVE THE POWWWEERRRR!!!!

I won’t lie thats how I dress all the time, and I scream that line over and over again, but my broad sword is made out of tin foil, so people mainly mock me and I cannot attack them in return, because i don’t want the blade to bend. One day thought, Skeletor, your boney ass will be mine!!! I HAVE THE.. wait, that sounded terrible..

 

So we’ve covered fear! You made it through this journey through hell with me, and I’m proud of you. This was like an episode of mythbusters. Some fears are totally justified, like clowns. Some fears, are a massive waste of time to have, and if you had them before, you won’t now. We’ve debunked a couple myths of fear, and put rationale to other fears, so now, you have seen the truth, and you’ll know just how to react when faced with Snakes, planes, snakes on a plane, skeletor, bright lights, rats, air rats, ice cream, mirrors, and clowns. Congratulations my friends, this has been a long road to recovery, but you’re stronger now. Now, do tell… What scares YOU?

Saturday, December 19, 2009

The Top 5 Greatest Rock Songs. Of All Time.

As you can see, the title says everything. Of all time. That's an amazing feat. Most bands can't even claim they had the best song for a week. In order to give you this list, I took many steps in preparing it. First off, I thought it up. Secondly, I thought some more on it. Then, I debated with a few of my personalities, of which I'm proud to say, I won. Those bastards never had a chance in beating me anyways though we thought we sure did didn't we? Oh yes. Back to business.


What makes a great rock song? First off, there is no rapping in it. That is the most key important element to a fantastical rock song: No rap. I'm sorry Eminem. Through this educational tutorial, I will teach you what else you want to look for, so lets get started.


Now, you may be thinking, who is this fellow, and why does he think he has the right to tell me what the best rock songs of all time are? So lets get this out of the way.








As a child, and even young adult, I made many, many mix tapes. Now you're telling yourself, "Hey so did I!" But let me tell you this: My mix tapes didn't suck. Don't say that, no, you know they did.. agree.. Agree now.. Thank you. Now that we agree that your mix tapes sucked and mine were totally excellent, much like a ham and cheese sandwich, we can move on. As an older, but still young adult, I started to burn CD's. I've been burning CD's since about 1999. Yes I still do it. No, I don't know why. I also have a neat gadget which, I'm sure someday will catch on and become mainstream. This gadget is called an "ipod" - Don't ask me to explain to you what it is, its too hard to do. But someday, you'll hear about them, and you'll lift your eyes to the heaven's, your arms will reach upward with glory, tears will stream down your cheeks and you will scream; "YES! Thank you cr1ck3e! You told me one day I would understand, I DO UNDERSTAND NOW! You are a prophet!" And I, having never heard you, will continue to watch some mindless show on television. Next, we have my stint as a radio disc jockey. Oh yes, I do have real credentials, how do you like that? As part of the greatest on air show of all time, "The Great White Shaft and Crickey Show" -- I found myself immersed in the world of music. So much furtherly deeply immersed.ed.ly.. than the average person will ever become, this is where I honed my skill from amature to professional status. Since being fired for encouraging people to open their car doors and hit the drunk people walking, I have created a music library that will rival anyone's on this earth. It is small but mighty. 15 gigs is all, but 15 mighty ass gigs, nonetheless. Finally, I am a redblooded American, and that gives me the God given right to impose my will and opinion on you no matter what you say or do, or if your like it or not. Translation: I'm right.. If you disagree, someone will show up at your house and shove a pineapple up your ass. Seriously. No, its not going to be me. That's just gross.


Now, lets talk turkey.




Number 5.


To be in the top 5 is an honor. Its like all those fake lying celebs always say, "It's and Honor to be considered!" Well, this is different. First off, its no bullshit, and secondly, you're in the top fuckin five. So, I say to you, the number 5 best rock song of all time: Motley Crue's Dr. Feelgood.



That's right, this song just straight kicks ass. Now, I love this band too, but this is by far not my most favorite song by them, therefore illustrating to you, the reader, that I am not bias. Rock music talks abouts many things over the years. War, sex, drugs, rock'n'roll, women, violence, being a badass, love (awww), social angst, hate for the government, etc. You get the idea. This song definitely idolizes what rock is about. This is one of those songs when it comes on the radio, if you don't crank the volume to ear shattering decibels, you're not only an idiot, but you also suck. Dr. Feelgood should be listened to so loudly that your ears are bleeding to Vince's singing. And, if you don't feel good after hearing Dr. Feelgood, you might want to get checked. You prolly have something, and lets hope its not contagious.
















Number 4.

Now that we've discussed the Drugs portion of the rocknroll, we now explore a more packaged deal. This one talks a bit about drugs, but it also talks about violence, and, well, everything else that's wonderful in the world. Rock just loves you like that. This song comes from the Guns n Roses collection, and it is: Welcome to the Jungle.


That's right, no matter how big of a douche bag Axel Rose really is, you cannot deny the ultimate badassness of this song. There's screaming, there's violence, and int he music video, Axel has big hair. There's moaning, (thats sex), Money, and shanananananananananananeeeez. This song is total domination from start to finish, and Slash is an miracle worker when it comes to the guitar. So, thank you Axel, for this song, thank you Slash. We'll not talk about Chinese Democracy or any Velvet Revolver. Today, you are a star again boys, live it up.















Number 3.


Here we are. The hump song of the list. This song delves deeper into the violence, but it will also teach you a history lesson, and if you pay attention, you'll cry. Your heart will die listening to the lyrics, but the pumping of the drums and that badass guitar solo will shock your heart so damn hard it will start beating again and then you can raise your fist in the air, proudly salute with the devil horns, and give it up for Iron Maiden and their song: Run to the Hills

From the first kicks on the drum by Nicko McBrain, to Dave Murray's screaming guitar solo, and Bruce Dickinson's just straight screaming, this song is a kick to your teeth that makes you stand up, bleeding from the face, and say thank you! This song when it comes on the radio, if you don't crank it, and you don't scream every word along with it, check your pulse, because you're probably dead.











Number 2.

We're getting close, but we're not quite there yet, so don't abandon me. I'd be nothing without you. I'm sorry. I love you, please stay.



Wait.


Number two is a song that when you hear it, and when you really listen to it, you die on the inside because of how sad and fucked up it really is. Now, lets talk about the amazing thing about this song: It came from an album that was blasted with success. Every song on the album was fucking awesome, and it launched a band, a city, and a culture. So, our number 2 all time greatest rock song comes from Seattle's own: Pearl Jam. The song: Alive.


I'll tell you what makes you die on the inside with this song, its the fact that this album was just SO GOOD and every thing Pearl Jam ever did after it sucked such heinous ball sacks its not even funny. It's an anomaly, an enigma, and its incredible. Eddie Vedder's crooning is glorious, Stone Gossard's guitar work is brilliant, and Mike McCreedey's solo is one of the most epic guitar solo's of all time. The Drum work is good too, but lets face it, Pearl Jam has changed drummers more times than I've changed my underwear. And that's a lot. Seattle and the grunge scene launched on the legs of a few bands, and this was one of them. Pearl Jam is still alive, but they've never been as great as they were the moment they laid down this track.











Number 1.



Here we are at the finish line and we've covered a lot of great music. 4 songs, actually which isn't that much, and there's so many band I'd like to thank for making this list possible. Well, 5 really. Perhaps we'll explore the next 5, to round out the top 10. That's for another day. Now, lest we forget to mention them, it is time for our number one greatest rock song of all time. I will say this though, that it took me the better part of 3 weeks to decide. I'm glad I've picked who I did. They aren't my favorite band. This is not my favorite song of theirs, but it stands alone atop of the mountain, it is peerless in its brilliance and glory. The song is will take you away from the world, it is Stairway to Heaven, and it is by none other than Led Zeppelin.



The song starts over very slowly, makes you think of a pretty spring day or some such nonsense. Little do you know the badassness that will follow. But this sets it up as the greatest song, and I will tell you why. Robert Plant croons to the slow melody. He says words that rhyme and really mean freaking nothing, no matter what you say. Ask anyone in the band, they'll say: "We have no clue, we were high."


That doesn't matter.


This was the number 1 requested song of the 1970's on FM Radio. (As per the never wrong Wikipedia) (thats right, I wiki shit too, I wanted to give you a really awesome factoid that'd blow your mind) (you're welcome)


After some time into the song, you'll hear Jimmy Page rip one of, if not the greatest guitar solo of all time. This solo was so good that you aren't even allowed to imitate it in stores on a guitar. Its true, I saw it in Wayne's World. Then after the solo, its more upbeat, its faster, and Plant lets it go and screams his skinny ass off. Goddamn this is such a great song. So lets check it over again. Screaming, guitar wailing, crooning, slow playing, beautiful band synchronization. Finally, the biggest cue to it all is this: There's a section if you play it backwards the song talks about Satan. We all know the lord of the underworld has his hands in rock musics ability to corrupt the youth of the world. Seriously, play it backwards, in fact, you don't even have to bust out your dad's old record player to do it, Albino Blacksheep has done the work for you:



http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/stairway



The band denied it but whatever. So, apparently, Jimmy Page's fingers wrote the song, not his brain, and the words leapt to Plant to write the lyrics to it, its was musical genius, it is talent in its purest form, and it is the


BEST ROCK SONG OF ALL TIME.


Thank you.