Things Other People Have Been Blogging About

Bees

A coworker of mine was outside, smoking on his break, and he picked up his can of soda to take a sip. He immediately screamed and a fucking wasp flew out of his mouth. It stung him on the inside of his face. Let me let that sink in for a moment.

A wasp stung stung a guy inside his mouth, and then just flew away, like nothing was the matter. However, everything was the matter.

Tattoos

I'm pretty sure you all have read Sarah Brown, but if you don't, go to queserasera.org and laugh a lot.

I'm anti-tattoo. I've thought about getting one. I've gone to tattoo shops and had them drawn up, but I'm never satisfied. I have the ideas, but I cannot think of any one thing that is significant enough to me to look at it every day. I mean, I respect the decisions of other people to have tattoos, but I totally judge people who have memorials to lost friends written on their arms. I prefer to keep tributes on paper. What is so wrong about getting a framed picture of your lost friend, and displaying it on the walls of your parent's basement? Or just pouring a little of your 40 on the ground, in respects to your fallen homie?

McCain/MILF 08

Ooh, so McCain picked a woman? Blah blah blah feminism. Is it really such a feminist ideal that a powerful man only picked a woman hoping to swing the vote in his direction, hoping that having a female running mate would boost his popularity with the people who find him a little too much like our current presidential monkey? Oh, silly govenor, he's using you because you're a woman. That's not feminism, it's masochism. Go back to Alaska where you can be as frigid as you look.