Us Crazy Methane Men

Wow, it's been a while since I posted. And, in my continued goal to talk about things nobody else does but we all share anyway, I bring you my presentation on farts.

Flatulence. Cutting the cheese. Passing wind. Lettin' 'er rip. We all do it (except girls, they never fart).

Seriously, nothing bad can come from this.

CARS VERSUS BIKES! SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY

I own a car. Therefore, I hate bikers. Hate the game, not the player. Or is it the other way? I've heard it both ways. Whatever. If you own a car, you hate bikers, if you bike, you hate car drivers. Fact of life. But, surprisingly, I'm not hear to bitch about those twats on wheels.

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! EVERYONE! COME SEE THE ROAD FIGHT!

Don't Know If Hate

Want to hear me complain about something else I hate? No?

Oh. Sorry then, I'll stowell that's too goddamn bad here we go!

Bumper stickers. A few tasteful ones, that's cool. Shit like this? Needlessly uncool.

Because I wanted to know your political opinions and offspring's honor roll status while stuck in traffic

Trailers For A Blind Man

If there's one thing I just don't understand, it's this: action movie trailers on the radio.

Here, just go to Youtube and look up a trailer for any action movie you haven't seen. Now, close your eyes, and listen to it. Do you know what's going on? No, no you do not. Neither does anybody that listened to that on the radio. If you do know what's going on you're either e-Daredevil or a dirty cheater.