Failed Pop Single #1

Spittin' Pete Plimpton failed to break the Country Top 40 with his debut single. The cover didn't help, either:

He also had a hard time making friends in the city.

Poor Spittin' Pete...

Life Is Terrifying

I was at a gas station the other day.

It was fucking ridiculous.

Here's why:



Do you hear the elevator music? Yes, that's right...

People met. They decided: for someone to fuel their car more comfortably,  a certain ambiance was needed.

What can this mean?

Who makes these decisions?

The apparent meaningless of the gesture masks a deep hostility. Anyone who puts blasts elevator music at a gas station has a hatred for life.

Or a sense of humor.

But I'm betting on malice.

There's nothing funny about gasoline and beef jerky. A visit to a convenience store is a solemn affair. It should stay that way.

Donate Your Billions...

I wish I had billions of dollars.

I would use it create and market the most offensive products I could think of.

Here is a sketch for a potential fast food restaurant:

Imagine: Giant, neon vulvae glowing against the night sky...all over the country...

This alone would be worth the money. But it wouldn't have to end there.

Our workers could have uniforms.

Here, for example, is what a drive-thru attendant might wear:

Instantly recognizable, the "Cunt Hat" would be our trademark.

Surreal as it may seem, the image is drawn to scale. The attendant would have to wear a back brace to support the weight (70+ lbs) of the plastic vagina on his head.

We'd have plenty of other ambiance that would distinguish us fro the competition. Like the "Cunt Table." Take a look:

The ovular shape allows a family of six to fit around the "Cunt Table" comfortably.

If you wanted a fork, you'd be out of luck. But, if you wanted something even better, we'd give you one of these:

Introducing the "Cunt Spoon." No explanation necessary.


Contact me if you want to be a shareholder. I think we could expect to make a lot from marketable idea like this one...

If you don't want to be a shareholder, please don't hate me or unsubscribe.

Me Vs Nature

We've built cities not just to conquer nature, but to avoid it.

Nature, I think, is pretty happy with this arrangement.

I was hiking with a friend the other day when I saw this:

Squint hard, folks; that's a California Mountain King Snake you're looking at.

You are not looking at me holding it.

I am the one standing too far away to take a good picture.

I also stood too far away to take a good video. Listen to what a pussy I sound like:





A few thousand years ago we had no cell phones for taking video. We only had sticks. And we used those sticks to beat the snake to death and eat it.

We had the same policy for whatever we wanted to have sex with.

I think.

Those were the good old days.

7 Things I'm Proud Of

So,

A fellow blogger asked me to make a video of the seven most interesting things about me. I could only find one-and-a-half interesting things, but found countless things I was proud of. Watch it:




You'd be proud, too.

Trapped

I went to a Chinese buffet today.

There was a tiled artificial pond in which several goldfish swam. They looked up at me, curious, as I approached. Here they are:

I've heard that goldfish have a memory of three seconds. I think that's just long enough to learn that you're trapped in a tile prison, in the middle of a restaurant in Southern California.

Here is a video. You can see the revelation, and their dawning horror, before both are promptly forgotten:

Two seconds of confusion followed by one second of terror, repeated for a lifetime.

Are You Hungry?

Here, have some ribs:

I hope you like them. I fixed them just for you.