Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Flames on wheels
I am apparently using this site to complain about the annoying things I see and experience in life. Which I have every right to do so, considering it is my page. Today's bitch is about detailed cars. I hate them, they look stupid, and make me want to drive off the rode. Especially the cars with flames or lighting bolts or whatever the hell else on them. These people need to hit brakes, get out of the vehicle, and explain to me what the fuck they were thinking. REALLY??!! You put rims on your 99' Neon? You put pinstripes on your 87' Pontiac Reliant? On a scale of one to awesome your car is clocking in at a negative 8. I honestly have no reason why this bothers me, I just think it looks stupid. These people probably own every season of Pimp my Ride too, giving them more terrible ideas on how to make their moms Dodge Caravan look even worse. For real, if your car is older than you it does not need to be pimped, it needs to be parked......in a landfill, with the rest of the garbage. Dang, I had no idea I had all this pent up aggression towards tricked out cars.
Monday, March 2, 2009
And the Oscar goes to.......
The Bachelor for acting like a douchebag on national television. REALLY??!! Where do I start, first he breaks up with the girl he originally picked. Saying that he can't control his heart, this I understand, but it was followed by he can't control his head either. My friend, that is a problem. That's like saying you can't control your bladder. You think, and than you do. If problems go beyond that you should seek medical attention. See, simple! That line had cop out written all over it. Then he goes on to ask the girl he originally dropped to be with him again.....and she says yes! Oh the drama! This is terrible television, that I fell victim too! When I am finished typing this I am immediately rushing to the police station to file a report that I have been robbed of an hour of my life. Also the host gets an Oscar, for acting interested, but then I take it away from him and hit him over the head with it, for calling this television moment HISTORIC? For real, historic? WOW, a man walking on the moon is historic, a man crying on television being an indecisive tool is moronic, or idiotic. Since I'm obviously better at finding adjectives to fit this horrendous occasion, I vote I host the show next season. Even better, I vote for immediate cancellation. Leave the matchmaking to fate, and off of the TV.
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