Saturday, February 28, 2009

Public FInance

Don't judge a book by its cover. 
Textbook prices...stop it. I had to spend an unheard of $174.65 for a textbook that is frankly not even that big. I have done the math. There are 596 pages. That is roughly 30 cents per page. Not to mention how many of these are title pages or index or whatever. It is plain ridiclous. It needs to stop (stop it). Here are some things I could spend that $174.65 on:
- Beer (roughly 17 nice six packs or 11 30 racks or 2 kegs w/ deposit)
- Liquor (8 1 liter bottles of Jim Beam or 3 handles of Tequila and 1 liter of tequila)
- 8 1/2 Lap Dances
- 35 Lunch specials at Red Wok
- 5 Yankee Fitted Hats

Stop it.

I'm having surgery right now, and loving it.

Monday, February 23, 2009

And the winner is...

This is all natural baby, all I gots to do is show up. 
The Oscars were on last night...interesting. My ringtone, Jai Ho (from the movie Slumdog Millionaire) won best song, so holla. The only movie I saw of the nominated for Best Picture (Slumdog Milliinaire) won...so holla. I bet you are surprised I didn't say stop it. Well here it comes. Speeches at the Oscars...stop it. Great for acheiving an award that is actually given out by your own industry so it hard to beleive their is any real merit there except for the fact that you are telling us that there is. But these speeches are unreal. Say thank you and bounce. It is so hard to watch them trying to give praise and saying how they changed peoples lives and are going to change the world and whatever. Stop it. You made a movie, the people that give out the awards liked it...thats it. Stop it. 

No, she's a man-eater, And I'm not talking about the "whoa, whoa, here comes" kind of man-eater.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Stairway To Hell

I keep away from runaround Sue. 
Stairs...stop it. I had a whole rant yesterday that explained how much I truly despise stairs. My rugby team runs stairs in the library tower as a workout and I have not gone once. I hate walking up 10 stairs just to get to my room. Every time I approach the bottom this feeling of misery comes over me and I feel miserable. Stop it. I am not going to run up 20 flights of stairs. When I lived on campus I would take the elevator to the 2/3 mid-level just so I can walk down stairs to get to my room. Stairs suck. Stop it. 

Season 5, Episode 3. Marcia gets creamed. Don't ever question me on the bunch. 

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Drink, Drank, Drunk

Let's get ready to rumble.
Hangovers...stop it. I feel like shit enough about what happened last night I don't need another reminder of how drunk I was. Actually, if the hangover wasn't here I'd probably be ok with what happened last night. So hangovers everywhere...stop it. 

it was a gift. (from me to me)

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I love College

Time isn't wasted when you getting wasted.
I love college. People who don't love college...stop it. There is this song called I love College. I love that song. Its true, we have it made here at college. Class isn't bad compared to amount of awesomeness that comes with being a college student. So those of you i hear on campus complaining about this and that and being little prissy drama queens...stop it. You are living the life.

Touche, magic hallway.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Good vs. Evil

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. 

Bad guys...stop it. Don't you know the world would be a better place if everyone was a good guy.
Good guys...stop it. (I got nothing here, this was just for the bad guys sake.)

But sometimes that IS what I'm talking about. 

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Who the heck do you think you are, Denny?

Live every week like its shark week.
Dennys...stop it. This has to be the most arrogant place I have been to. Its like they are doing me a favor seating and serving me. Stop it. You go anywhere else like Fridays, they open the door for you and welcome you and are so nice. In Dennys I stand for 10 minutes before anyone even recognizes I'm there. Stop it. Then when I go to pay my check the lady is having a conversation and acts like I am interrupting her. You are at work, lady, do your frickin job. Stop your conversation for two minutes and let me pay for my meal. Stop it. 

Hugh Jackman is wolverine, how dare he?

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentines Day: Pretty Sweet (no candy pun intended)

If it aint broke, don't fix it. 
Valentines Day...stop it. These jokes are too easy. Therefore, for holidays I deviate from my normal routine. Instead I bring you The Single Male's Guide on Valentines Day:

1. Buy chocolates. Since you are single this a gift for yourself, you are actually allowed to eat all the candy and enjoy it.
2. Go to the bar. Nothing like running into a girl at a bar on valentines day. It is almost guaranteed she is single and she is 100% jealous of at least one friend who is with a boyfriend.
3. Talk about an ex-girlfriend. Show off an emotional side while also scoring points as a relationship guy who cares about the holiday. Also, there is no better aphrodisiac than sympathy.
4. Get a girl drunk. Drunk chicks on Valentines Day who do not have boyfriends put out 87% more of the time than any other night. Also they try really hard because they want to pretend they are not single, even for just a night.
5. Do not exchange numbers. This is important. As long as no numbers are traded you are clear. Chances are the chick is not into relationships anyway because she was single on V-day, but to make sure she doesn't get too attached stay away from names and numbers. 

Hope this works out for all the single men out there on Valentines Day. Should be a busy night for birth control producers everywhere.

You can't drink and come to work, you're not airline pilots. 

Friday, February 13, 2009

Lets go to the mall, today.

Every now and then I get a little bit closer.
I love the mall. Today I went and there were cars everywhere...stop it. Why are there cars IN the mall!? Its ludacris. The pretzel shop is awesome. I always get a pretzel when I go to the mall. I bought sneakers. Places that sell sneakers...stop it. They are selling shoes but like have to sel everything else also. They show you the soles, they show you the shoe cleaner. Stop it. I am buying shoes and thats it. Its so awkward, I don't want to be rude, but I don't want soles for my shoes. Why don't you sell shoes that are good enough they don't need a seperate purchase. Stop it.

Why being lonely is sometimes super awesome. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I forgot my password

With great power comes great responsibility.

I got nothing.

Eat schmit and die. 


Monday, February 9, 2009

A-Rod (his name in the title should get me worldwide recognition)

You know the difference between you and me? I make this look good.
Steroids...stop it. At this point it seems like the media is actively trying to ruin America's greatest past time with this whole steroids debacle. Are news outlets offering bonuses for any story with A-rod as a headline? Stop it. Yes, people have done steroids. Handle it internally and stop adding more and more doubt to a great sport. And now this A-rod thing is probably illegal to have released his name?? I hope that bitch gets tossed in the slammer. The media is getting out of control and it will soon ruin what has been a great game for decades. Stop it. Sure steroids also could be what ruined the game, but if MLB could handle the drug problems internally without bringing negative attention to the sport it would be better for everybody, except of course journalists. It has been a long offseason and with football season coming to an end the stories only look to get worse. Stop it. 

I grew up on the street. Not the hood...sesame street. 

Saturday, February 7, 2009

I like to party

You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Fraternities...stop it. I am not a downer on partying or frats, but sometimes it gets to much. I went to a frat party last night for the first time in a couple years and these guys were pure broverdose. The amount of broners and bromances happening around me was disgusting because of all the screaming. Stop it. I'm a fan of broing out, but this was just ridiculous. You don't have to yell and scream everytime something happens. I actually started doing it as a social experiment to try and fit in. I did not fit in. Stop it. O and the girls who go to these parties...stop it. I have a lot more to say, but I will stop it.

I'm a k. 

Thursday, February 5, 2009

The best joke in this post is Lost.

Once you go black, you never go back. 
Yesterday was a pretty angst free day. Nothing really got to me I guess and I watched dumb and dumber which is absolutely amazing. Lost...stop it. I am sick and tired of this. Last nights episode was absolutely terrible. Im sick and tired of being sick and tired (dumb and dumber quote). People who run in this terrible cold...stop it. Not only are you freezing when there are indoor options, but you make the rest of us look bad. I don't go running when its beautiful out, and here you are running in 10 degree weather...stop it. 

In other news I signed a petition today. Something about a meditation group. I think I am going to start a petition to end petitioning. Which reminds me- I am against picketing, but I don't know how to show it (complements of Demetri Martin). I love those kind of jokes. One I thought of the other day...its really hard to say dyslexic backwards. Stop it.

Her name is Lady. She has a brother named Him. 

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Chronically bragging about chronic

If I had a million dollars I'd buy your love. 
Marijuana is an illegal drug. If you use it...stop it. Or at least stop talking about it. People who brag about their use of weed or brag how much they smoke it or tell everyone that something they liked they should watch or do high and it will be better. I already liked the show! I already liked eating cookies! Stop it. Don't tell me o well you should watch it high. Who are you to tell me what to do? Stop it. Who brags about doing something illegal and thinks they are cool for it? O hey I steal a GPS system from a car every night and sometimes I even jack one in the morning if I'm hungover. Stop it. 

At least he uses good beans. 

Monday, February 2, 2009

Screw Pokemon Red, Get me a pack of Marlboro Reds

No survivors? Then where did all the stories come from?
I was waiting in Fridays for a table and a child, about 2 or 3 years old, tripped over my foot. As I was shocked that I just tripped a child my friend starts yelling "Brian! What are you doing? Why did you trip that little kid!?" This leads to me breaking out in laughter as I am standing over this kid and everyone cannot believe what an incredible asshole I would have to be in order to trip this child. I know this seems like a digression from my usual blogtif (combination of blog and motif) I thought the world needs to know if you ever trip a kid in Fridays while waiting for a table DO NOT LAUGH under any circumstances. 
Now leading me to my usual topic...smokers...stop it. While waiting for this table I look outside and see a kid no older than 12 smoking a boge...stop it. I don't blame him I blame the parents. O and the next day, coming out of the same shopping center, I am stopped at a light and to my right is a woman smoking a cigarette in her car with three little younglings in the back...stop it. She is smoking this thing in a similar way that you see someone hittin up an inhaler after doing the good ole mile run...stop it. What are you doing? You know you got kids back there, at least do it when they aren't around. What do you think they are going to do when they hit that ripe age of 10 and learn how to use a lighter? Stop it.

That tumor is so big it looks like a threemor.

Its not that i didn't remember, I just forgot

To infinity, and beyond.
Stupid sports announcers...stop it. The amount of times I want to kill myself during games sometimes is unrealistic. I feel like the quote "o my god, that is going in my blog" came up so many times yesterday, but it appears I may have drank to much because I do not remember any of it. 

if only i had a saddle, i could have ridden you