No one loves The Big Bang Theory more than I do, and when Sheldon says, "Bazinga," I laugh like an idiot every single time. Catch phrases have long been the stuff of which sitcoms are made, the line that always brings applause, and an integral part of that character. They are funny in and out of context. When you hear it, you know exactly which character said it, how it sounded, and how it made you pee your pants. Mind you, I'm not implying that YOU start adopting the catch phrase of your favorite TV character and start bandying it about like a goddamn fool. You don't get paid to say, "Bazinga," Jim Parsons does, and with good reason. He is funny as fuck and an actual actor on a real TV show. Trust me when I tell you that it just doesn't sound the same when you say it. As a matter of fact, I'm going out on a limb here and including others, we would all like to rip your head off and shit down your neck when we hear you incessantly utter someone else's lines.
Let's go one step further. When you say something quite often, it does become a sort of catch phrase that you can call your very own. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's sarcastic, and yes, it's all yours. So, like Sheldon, you can say that you have your very own catch phrase. The difference still remains, you aren't getting paid to say it, so when you decide that you need to incorporate it into every sentence, you risk death and/or dismemberment each time you utter it in my presence. I've noticed that the folks who tend to abuse the shit out of a word or saying have been told once or twice that it's funny. Seems to be all the fuel they need to light that fire under their asses which forces them to say it, write it, tweet it, post it several hundred times per day. Just because a close friend tells you that you said something that made them laugh, doesn't give you carte blanche to shove it down my throat. That person clearly has a very low IQ and zero sense of humor.
At this point, I am confident that you are pointing and laughing at me because I do, indeed, have a catch phrase, and I use it in ALL my writing. You are probably nudging the person next to you, telling them what a hypocrite I am for even suggesting that regular Joes shouldn't use one. This is where you and I differ, and you come out the loser. This is a blog, it's a writer's forum for expression, and therefore, I can use and abuse the shit out of it. Not only that, but it IS the title of the fucking blog. Can you say the same? Didn't think so. You are just a less than average human, plodding along on this planet, believing that you have reinvented the wheel by saying something so frequently that you are now "known" for it within your circle of friends. Being known for saying something totally fucktarded that makes your asshat friends laugh isn't the same thing as being famous. Get over yourself.
All too often I see certain people online, posting their inane "sayings" every day, in each and every post. It's neither cute nor funny. It almost makes you look like you lack basic vocabulary skills to form new and different sentences without using your "word" each time. While this could come close to making me sad and pity you, the fact that I don't give a fetid shit about you prevents me from mustering up those feelings. The best I can offer is disgust, disdain, and a bit of irritation. When your friends crack up every time you call something a bitchass, it means they are mental midgets, not that you are a fucking comedian. It also doesn't mean that you now have to say it every time we meet, or find a way to utilize it in all your posts and tweets. Sometimes, and I'm not saying this to be a douchebag, but sometimes it just doesn't suit the occasion or fit the situation about which you are speaking. Sometimes, it makes you look illiterate. Actually, almost all the time. I was being nice, and since that is out of character for me, I don't want to confuse you. You seem dumb enough already.
This post will now spin on its axis and flip over to the other side and become a PSA. When you have a friend or acquaintance that says something funny, laugh at them for an appropriate amount of time and end it. Do not, I repeat, do NOT tell them that it was the funniest thing you have ever heard, and that one word in particular stands out and you wish you had thought of it. Never tell them that they should use that word or phrase all the time. Filling their heads with compliments and making them feel like comedic geniuses and great literary minds, does the world no favors. What it will do, is subject the rest of us to a never-ending barrage of that saying, to the point where there is no escape except for gouging out your own ears until deaf or dead. Please, spare me the flood of stupidity on my timeline and Twitter feed. There are enough dim bulbs on this planet and we don't need to recruit any more. Are you friggin kidding me right now??? (Yeah, I said it, kiss my big, ghetto ass)
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
The nicer you are, the less I trust you
Sounds insane at first glance, doesn't it? I've never claimed to be society's view of normal, but in this instance, I believe you'll agree with me by the time you finish reading my rant. We all know at least one person who fits this mold. She is sweet as pie, to your face. Before now, you didn't realize that you had a one woman fan club, cheering section, and goody baker. Asking is not necessary, she offers to help you plan your party, buy your new dress, pick up your child from school, and sew your hem. You have what seems like hundreds of new posts on your timeline, all because they "reminded her of you" or she just "knew" you'd love them! The part that gives you pause, the thing that causes you to feel a cold shiver down the back of your neck, is that you've only just met. Recently.
At first, it feels as though you've found a new bestie, someone who totally gets you, who is just like YOU! Sharing many of the same quirks, obsessions, and interests, you wonder where this chick has been all your life. Not only that, she's so goddamn nice. Anticipating your needs like your mom used to, this woman is worth her weight in gold. Even your other, older friends are beginning to pale by comparison. Never once mocking your OCD way of organizing your sock drawer or the ADD way you clean your house every other week because life keeps getting in the way of spotlessness. Your coffee addiction is not only fully supported, it's actually shared by this gift from heaven. Gets it? Fully understands, empathizes, and has the exact same issue.
Feeling like God has finally answered your prayers by putting your twin here on Earth to befriend you and join you in the journey of life, you can't believe your good fortune. You start planning outings, marathon phone calls, and become each other's most frequent comment buddies on FB. Always there to offer moral support, an ego boost, a compliment, or a laugh, this chick is your new favorite person. And even though your other friends, your real friends are skeptical as hell and have no problem telling you so, you wave them off with the flick of your hand thinking that they are just jealous of your new simpatico relationship. How could they possibly understand? They don't get you like she does, and really, when is the last time they brought you homemade banana muffins and oatmeal cookies? I know, right?
But then you notice something, something strange and disturbing that you try to push out of your mind because it's too silly to give a second thought. Yet it continues to niggle away at you, invading your island getaway daydreams and throwing you so off course, you have to actually address it. She's that way with everyone! Somehow, some way, she has simpatico with every fucking person with whom she comes into contact. How can that be? She was your friendship soulmate. That bond was yours and yours alone. What the fuck is going on here?! When you step back and observe her behavior with others, it sure seems like this bitch is sucking up to them. Kissing their asses, agreeing with everything they say, commisserating with all their complaints and woes, and telling these people how she feels so connected to them because they share oh so much in common. Surely that is considered ass kissing, isn't it?
Isn't that what she had been doing with you all along? Hadn't she been filling your head full of bullshit since the day you met? Can someone really be THAT nice, or is that just a facade to make her believe she has tons and tons of friends? If you guessed the latter, then step away from the short bus, you've proven you are smarter than a baboon. The other and more fucked up issue with this broad, is that she not only isn't that nice, but she is usually the most manipulative, conniving, opportunistic, phony bitch you'll meet in this lifetime. Surprise, surprise. If it seems too good to be true, it probably is and you should learn to trust that little voice inside your head more often. Except when it tells you to run out and skin all the people who can't drive in your neighborhood. Are those just MY personal voices? No shock there.
Now that I've put doubt into your mind, you've begun to notice it, too. Not only are you observing the clearly fake overabundance of friendliness, coupled with a fast, intense friendship, and what would appear to the naked eye to be genuine concern for your well-being. But now you are also aware of the fact that it is spread far and wide like a pole dancer's legs and as fake as her tits. The rest of her behavior is so incongruous with the nurturing side she shows you. You start to see the bullshit she is pulling with people she claims to love, people she purports to value in her life. Her incessant need for external validation is blinding and you now are sickened by the fact that you actually felt something for this piece of rancid horse shit. The sole reason she latched on to you was to get from you what she was pretending to give.
What we have here is a desperate need to be accepted and loved, all while presenting a false front to those from whom she seeks acceptance. Morphing into a carbon copy of you and anyone else she comes into contact with just to elicit the validation she craves along with whatever else she can garner from a relationship with you. Men, be very leery of a woman who seems to be a female you. There are NO female versions of you, trust me. She doesn't love bourbon, hunting, and farting the theme to Bonanza along with you and your buddies. She doesn't share a love for guzzling beers, watching football, and ogling bimbos with you. If she says she does, run. Run far and run fast. This skank wants something from you and she will drain you dry, and not in the way you think. Your little man is only a means to an end. Once she gets what she came for, she is out and you are broke and alone, buddy.
Friendships develop over time. They grow, they change, they intensify...but not within the course of a week. The getting-to-know you period isn't a 2 hour process that culminates in slicing open a finger and becoming blood-sisters. Nobody is JUST like you, and no one cares about you as much as your mom, so if this chick is giving you that impression, wake the fuck up. Give and take, reverse. Such is the flow of friendship. When you go out of your way to please me like a mail-order bride on crack, I don't trust you as far as I can throw your ass. Frankly, you scare me. I don't know what you want, or what you hope to take from me, but know this, you are walking away empty-handed. Are you friggin kidding me right now???
At first, it feels as though you've found a new bestie, someone who totally gets you, who is just like YOU! Sharing many of the same quirks, obsessions, and interests, you wonder where this chick has been all your life. Not only that, she's so goddamn nice. Anticipating your needs like your mom used to, this woman is worth her weight in gold. Even your other, older friends are beginning to pale by comparison. Never once mocking your OCD way of organizing your sock drawer or the ADD way you clean your house every other week because life keeps getting in the way of spotlessness. Your coffee addiction is not only fully supported, it's actually shared by this gift from heaven. Gets it? Fully understands, empathizes, and has the exact same issue.
Feeling like God has finally answered your prayers by putting your twin here on Earth to befriend you and join you in the journey of life, you can't believe your good fortune. You start planning outings, marathon phone calls, and become each other's most frequent comment buddies on FB. Always there to offer moral support, an ego boost, a compliment, or a laugh, this chick is your new favorite person. And even though your other friends, your real friends are skeptical as hell and have no problem telling you so, you wave them off with the flick of your hand thinking that they are just jealous of your new simpatico relationship. How could they possibly understand? They don't get you like she does, and really, when is the last time they brought you homemade banana muffins and oatmeal cookies? I know, right?
But then you notice something, something strange and disturbing that you try to push out of your mind because it's too silly to give a second thought. Yet it continues to niggle away at you, invading your island getaway daydreams and throwing you so off course, you have to actually address it. She's that way with everyone! Somehow, some way, she has simpatico with every fucking person with whom she comes into contact. How can that be? She was your friendship soulmate. That bond was yours and yours alone. What the fuck is going on here?! When you step back and observe her behavior with others, it sure seems like this bitch is sucking up to them. Kissing their asses, agreeing with everything they say, commisserating with all their complaints and woes, and telling these people how she feels so connected to them because they share oh so much in common. Surely that is considered ass kissing, isn't it?
Isn't that what she had been doing with you all along? Hadn't she been filling your head full of bullshit since the day you met? Can someone really be THAT nice, or is that just a facade to make her believe she has tons and tons of friends? If you guessed the latter, then step away from the short bus, you've proven you are smarter than a baboon. The other and more fucked up issue with this broad, is that she not only isn't that nice, but she is usually the most manipulative, conniving, opportunistic, phony bitch you'll meet in this lifetime. Surprise, surprise. If it seems too good to be true, it probably is and you should learn to trust that little voice inside your head more often. Except when it tells you to run out and skin all the people who can't drive in your neighborhood. Are those just MY personal voices? No shock there.
Now that I've put doubt into your mind, you've begun to notice it, too. Not only are you observing the clearly fake overabundance of friendliness, coupled with a fast, intense friendship, and what would appear to the naked eye to be genuine concern for your well-being. But now you are also aware of the fact that it is spread far and wide like a pole dancer's legs and as fake as her tits. The rest of her behavior is so incongruous with the nurturing side she shows you. You start to see the bullshit she is pulling with people she claims to love, people she purports to value in her life. Her incessant need for external validation is blinding and you now are sickened by the fact that you actually felt something for this piece of rancid horse shit. The sole reason she latched on to you was to get from you what she was pretending to give.
What we have here is a desperate need to be accepted and loved, all while presenting a false front to those from whom she seeks acceptance. Morphing into a carbon copy of you and anyone else she comes into contact with just to elicit the validation she craves along with whatever else she can garner from a relationship with you. Men, be very leery of a woman who seems to be a female you. There are NO female versions of you, trust me. She doesn't love bourbon, hunting, and farting the theme to Bonanza along with you and your buddies. She doesn't share a love for guzzling beers, watching football, and ogling bimbos with you. If she says she does, run. Run far and run fast. This skank wants something from you and she will drain you dry, and not in the way you think. Your little man is only a means to an end. Once she gets what she came for, she is out and you are broke and alone, buddy.
Friendships develop over time. They grow, they change, they intensify...but not within the course of a week. The getting-to-know you period isn't a 2 hour process that culminates in slicing open a finger and becoming blood-sisters. Nobody is JUST like you, and no one cares about you as much as your mom, so if this chick is giving you that impression, wake the fuck up. Give and take, reverse. Such is the flow of friendship. When you go out of your way to please me like a mail-order bride on crack, I don't trust you as far as I can throw your ass. Frankly, you scare me. I don't know what you want, or what you hope to take from me, but know this, you are walking away empty-handed. Are you friggin kidding me right now???
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Rules for living in my world, part 2: Behavior
Let's stay the course and continue to the second part of the program which will assist you in creating someone that I actually like instead of a person whose head I'd like to smash into the sidewalk,repeatedly and with great force and malice.
Behavior
1. Feel free to ask for my advice, I've got opinions on almost every topic and would love to share them with you. What will force me to banish you from my kingdom is refusing to heed that advice. I don't mean you have to do exactly as I tell you like a child. I am simply informing you that once I've given the sage wisdom to you, it is yours to utilize to fix your stupid ass problem. If you toss it aside and keep doing what you've already done and failed while doing, don't come back to me repeatedly with the same fucktarded issue and expect that I will generously bestow that advice upon you again and again. Repeat offenders will be bitch-slapped.
2. I truly don't mind doing someone a favor. If I am able and available to help you out, I'll gladly say yes and lend a hand. Here's where it gets ugly. While I do understand that ifyou need something, there's a time frame expected. But, I have a life and if I am offering to help you, take that into consideration. My schedule is apriority and you will have to fit yourself in accordingly. Don't like it? Ask someone else.
3. Following that thought, if you need help with something, I'm your person. One thing I require that you keep in mind, is that if you asked for help or guidance, it means you DON'T know how to do it yourself. That being said, it also means you know that I DO know how. This means you must listen to me, not correct me or try to show me a better way, and you have to do it my way. Face it, if you knew how in the first place, you wouldn't be asking me. Don't waste my fucking time.
4. Let's continue along the same path here and delve into imposing your opinion on me, unsolicited and unwanted. If I wanted your advice, opinion, help, or assistance, I'd have no trouble opening my big mouth and asking for it. I haven't gotten to be this oldand relatively healthy by being a total fucking moron. I've never ridden the short bus, I don't wear head gear, and I am fairly capable of doing basic daily living activities all by myself...like a big girl.
5. Don't expect me to read your mind. I don't have a crystal ball, tarot cards are fun but I have no idea how to read them, and I don't live inside your head. Nothing chafes my hide like someone who gets pissed at me for not knowing what they meant after they've failed to communicate it properly to me. Of course, I wouldn't expect you to be at the same level of efficient communication that I possess, that isn't fair to those of you with less than average language skills. I do expect that you can formulate a clear, concise sentence which lets me know what the fuck is on your mind.
6. Never, ever talk down to me. This includes talking to me using the assumption that I don't know anything about the topic about which you are speaking. I absolutely loathe being spoken to like I'm brain dead. Allow me to enlighten you on this topic. Nine times out of ten, people I run into are nowhere near as intelligent as I, and while this can be frustrating to me, I am never mean about it. When speaking to me, know this, unless you encounter a blank look that should imply to you that I actually don't understand you or have a clue what you are prattling on about,you can rest assured I know enough about the topic to carry on a normal conversation with you and not require lengthy explanations complete with a Power Point presentation. Asshat.
7. Unless I've told you that I just saw a purple alien walking down the street while singing the National Anthem in Spanish, don't doubt me or my words. I have nothing to gain by lying to you nor am I so stupid that I talk out of my ass without knowing the facts. If I am taking time out of my day to actually speak to you and am expending energy to tell you something, take it at face value. Questioning me or attempting to educate me about my own statement is not only annoying as hell, but it makes you look like a complete fucking assclown. Don't embarrass yourself or force me to do it for you, because I will and with great joy.
8. People who know me, who really know me, know certain details about my life that many do not. This affords them a greater understanding of why I am who I am. This also means theyare aware of my low tolerance for people who come to me and complain about their lives, their minor illnesses, their mothers, and annoying children or spouses. They know that I have zero patience for those who think they can use what they think is a rough childhood as an excuse for being a douchebag today. Now you know, too.Think before you open your mouth, and then swallow a healthy dose of shut the fuck up.
I have neitherthe time nor the patience for people who have no understanding of how to treat people, especially how to treat me. Years ago, people used common courtesy, knew how to be respectful and kind, treated people the way they wanted to be treated themselves, said "please" and "thank you," and could carry on a pleasant conversation with another human being without it turning into a battle for the smartest in the land. There's no battle, it's me. Beyond that, just try to act like a goddamn human being and remember that people have feelings just like you. Ask yourself if you'd want your mother treated that way, and if you can honestly say yes, proceed. If not, slap your hand over your flapping jaw and cease the fucking inane chatter. Because you know, if you don't, I'd love to do it FOR you. Are you friggin kidding me right now???
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Rules for living in my world
Since I bitch, gripe, and grouse about most of you, your behaviors, and modes of dress, I've decided to help you out a smidgen today. I've compiled a list of basic rules for living in my world and being a part of my life. It's an honor bestowed upon very few, and with good reason. Most of you suck giant, ferocious donkey balls.
Today we will begin with:
Today we will begin with:
Appearance
- I never want to see your muffin top or back fat. I have enough of my own dimply areas, I can look at them whenever the mood strikes. Yours are just gross and my eyeballs don't deserve the assault.
- Peek-a-boo pudendum above your waistband. You know exactly what I am talking about, teenage girls. The concept of hip-huggers is not lost on someone who was born in 1971, I get it. What I don't get is why YOURS expose the top of your vaginal area forcing you to wax in order to wear them. Wear pants that fit and cover your poonanny. Not all items for sale need to be on display.
- More of your tits than your husband gets to see on a regular basis. This means check your cleave before you leave the house. A modest amount of it can be sexy, but when I fear for your ability to take a full breath because your knockers are jammed up under your chin, it ceases to be hot. Bras that fit are way more comfortable and better for your back. You'll thank me.
- Glaring headlights because you refuse to wear a bra. Again, I refer to proper support of the front load. We are all getting older, gravity is not your friend.
- Ass cleavage. Crack is an illegal drug, not something that should be staring at me during a baseball game, in all its glory, peeking out of some dipshit's ill-fitting jeans.
- The crease your butt cheeks make when they meet your upper thighs due to your inappropriate donning of Daisy Dukes on a wide load body. Wear clothes that compliment your shape, not humiliate you, me, and anyone unfortunate enough to witness your Queen of the Trailer Park ensemble.
- Anyone in running shorts circa 1980. Dog balls, enough said.
- Unshaven female armpits. This is not Europe and I'm fairly certain you don't live on a commune. Besides being completely offensive to look at and totally unattractive on anyone, there is another valid reason to shave. Female sweat is amazingly more potent and fierce smelling than male sweat. Don't give it a place to hide and fester by leaving your pit bush unshorn.
- Unpopped zits with huge, juicy whitish yellow heads. While I know that dermatologists everywhere are shaking their heads at what I am about to say, I seriously don't give a ripe fuck. Squeeze that bad boy until it runs bloody and there is nothing left but a hole. I cannot stand other people's bodily juices, and zit liquid is at the top of that list.
- Camel toe or moose knuckle. Do I have to explain?
Next time we will explore proper behavior for admittance into my domain. Remember, breaking the rules is taken very seriously and not easily forgiven. If I can take the time to make myself presentable every day, you can, too. There is no excuse for causing me temporary blindness, or making me pray for it. Are you friggin kidding me right now???
Monday, January 7, 2013
The blank stare of the foreign...don't pretend you haven't seen it.
Before you jump ugly with me about the rights of all to be in this country, and how awful I am about to be capping on the foreign people living here, allow me to remind you that my great-grandparents took that long-assed boat ride across the pond from Italy in search of a better life. Not only that, but they made a serious effort to learn the language and customs of the land from where they chose to earn their money and raise their family. Perhaps they settled in an area that was saturated with others of their ethnicity in order to feel at home and comfortable so they could begin the process of assimilation, but who wouldn't? What they didn't do is pretend that they brought the whole fucking country over with them and ignore the fact that they were strangers in a strange land and in order to get along, they had some changes to make.
They didn't ask for street signs to be made in English AND Italian so they could figure out where they were going. Nor did they expect that the DMV would hand them a written test in their language so they didn't have to bother to grasp even the tiniest amount of English to drive here. My Grandma Rose struggled the hardest with English, yet managed to be gainfully employed by the ILGWU for years, shop at local grocery stores using the circulars to find sales, and raise her only son while supporting her husband's dream of opening a hotel. No, she didn't finish school, but she wasn't stupid, nor did she ever once pretend to be in order to get her way or get out of trouble. Not once did I ever witness her pull the blank stare on someone to try to get over on them. She owned her mistakes and stood up for herself, expressing it in the best English she could.
Fast forward to 2013 and look around you on the streets, in the grocery store, at the bank, or dropping your kids off at school. Take a gander at the foreign folks in your visual range. How many of them are associating with people of cultures other than their own? That's right, hardly any. They choose to keep to their own, speaking their native tongue loudly, making the rest of us feel like they are whispering mean shit about us. Chances are they are talking shit, but we'll never know. This is the lesson they teach their children, at least part of the lesson. If we don't fit the profile, we aren't good enough to befriend. The second part of the lesson would be the part that allows them to act like they don't understand English should they be called out on their fuck ups. This is true of adults as well as children.
Have you ever been on the bus and gotten cut off for a seat by one of THEM? Try saying something to them. Let them know that it isn't done that way in America and get the fuck out if it doesn't suit you. Wait for the empty stare they bestow upon you. This would be right on the heels of them speaking perfect English to a friend only moments before cutting you off and throwing their ass in the seat you were directly in front of and about to sit in...that's right, ENGLISH. Don't be fooled by the stare. They all speak it now. It's not like when Grandma Rose came here from Italy. They speak English in schools back home, when they come here, it's no stretch at all. But when the occasion calls for it, watch the Academy Award-winning acting they are capable of when they pretend that they have absolutely no fucking clue what you are saying.
Children are amazing at this charade. Trust me, it starts so early, you'd piss your pants if you had the chance to witness it in person. I am lucky enough to be able to see that blank look on a daily basis. As teachers, we are supposed to help those for whom English is not their first language. When it is a genuine issue, we have no trouble at all guiding them onto the path of using the correct words. So many have come through, right off the boat, desperate to be able to communicate in their new home. My heart goes out to them, I can't imagine what it would be like to be listening to what amounted to babble in my ears and try to attend school and actually learn something. These are the children whose parents actually want to learn English, as well, or who do know it but are retaining the native language at home.
Now picture the child that you KNOW speaks better English than you do deciding to do something horrific. You speak to them about it and direct them as to how to correct the problem, and all you get back is a face like a fucking brick wall. Now, I'd egg you on and tell you to remind them that you know for certain that they understand you and should probably respond. The look actually becomes even more VACUOUS! You can't kill them, what the hell are you supposed to do? Parents of these children encourage this shit, who do you think they learned it from in the first place? Telling them would be an exercise in futility. But it doesn't stop at one, nosiree. They are coming over by the boat load, many of whom have no intention of planting roots here in the US. Most will freely tell you that they are only here to make money and take advantage of American schools before heading back to the motherland to live like royalty. On my goddamn dime.
While I don't advocate moving to a country to drain it dry and go back home, I have no issue with people coming here from other countries to make a better life for themselves and their families. But whichever category you fit into, know this, you must show respect for the place in which you now live. Not only the place, but its natives as well. We were here first and would gladly welcome you with open arms if you didn't act like such an entitled douchebag. The USA doesn't owe you anything, certainly not a translation of everything written in English. That happens to be the language of the country you chose to infiltrate, use, and abuse...consider learning it. While you're at it, if you do know the language, use it. Use it daily and with great gusto. I don't want to walk into a place and feel like I'm surrounded by a clique of mean girls. Remember, if I've heard you speaking English, I expect you to do it in my presence and when spoken to by me. Wonder why you feel like we are prejudiced against you? Maybe it's the fucking blank stare. Are you friggin kidding me right now???
They didn't ask for street signs to be made in English AND Italian so they could figure out where they were going. Nor did they expect that the DMV would hand them a written test in their language so they didn't have to bother to grasp even the tiniest amount of English to drive here. My Grandma Rose struggled the hardest with English, yet managed to be gainfully employed by the ILGWU for years, shop at local grocery stores using the circulars to find sales, and raise her only son while supporting her husband's dream of opening a hotel. No, she didn't finish school, but she wasn't stupid, nor did she ever once pretend to be in order to get her way or get out of trouble. Not once did I ever witness her pull the blank stare on someone to try to get over on them. She owned her mistakes and stood up for herself, expressing it in the best English she could.
Fast forward to 2013 and look around you on the streets, in the grocery store, at the bank, or dropping your kids off at school. Take a gander at the foreign folks in your visual range. How many of them are associating with people of cultures other than their own? That's right, hardly any. They choose to keep to their own, speaking their native tongue loudly, making the rest of us feel like they are whispering mean shit about us. Chances are they are talking shit, but we'll never know. This is the lesson they teach their children, at least part of the lesson. If we don't fit the profile, we aren't good enough to befriend. The second part of the lesson would be the part that allows them to act like they don't understand English should they be called out on their fuck ups. This is true of adults as well as children.
Have you ever been on the bus and gotten cut off for a seat by one of THEM? Try saying something to them. Let them know that it isn't done that way in America and get the fuck out if it doesn't suit you. Wait for the empty stare they bestow upon you. This would be right on the heels of them speaking perfect English to a friend only moments before cutting you off and throwing their ass in the seat you were directly in front of and about to sit in...that's right, ENGLISH. Don't be fooled by the stare. They all speak it now. It's not like when Grandma Rose came here from Italy. They speak English in schools back home, when they come here, it's no stretch at all. But when the occasion calls for it, watch the Academy Award-winning acting they are capable of when they pretend that they have absolutely no fucking clue what you are saying.
Children are amazing at this charade. Trust me, it starts so early, you'd piss your pants if you had the chance to witness it in person. I am lucky enough to be able to see that blank look on a daily basis. As teachers, we are supposed to help those for whom English is not their first language. When it is a genuine issue, we have no trouble at all guiding them onto the path of using the correct words. So many have come through, right off the boat, desperate to be able to communicate in their new home. My heart goes out to them, I can't imagine what it would be like to be listening to what amounted to babble in my ears and try to attend school and actually learn something. These are the children whose parents actually want to learn English, as well, or who do know it but are retaining the native language at home.
Now picture the child that you KNOW speaks better English than you do deciding to do something horrific. You speak to them about it and direct them as to how to correct the problem, and all you get back is a face like a fucking brick wall. Now, I'd egg you on and tell you to remind them that you know for certain that they understand you and should probably respond. The look actually becomes even more VACUOUS! You can't kill them, what the hell are you supposed to do? Parents of these children encourage this shit, who do you think they learned it from in the first place? Telling them would be an exercise in futility. But it doesn't stop at one, nosiree. They are coming over by the boat load, many of whom have no intention of planting roots here in the US. Most will freely tell you that they are only here to make money and take advantage of American schools before heading back to the motherland to live like royalty. On my goddamn dime.
While I don't advocate moving to a country to drain it dry and go back home, I have no issue with people coming here from other countries to make a better life for themselves and their families. But whichever category you fit into, know this, you must show respect for the place in which you now live. Not only the place, but its natives as well. We were here first and would gladly welcome you with open arms if you didn't act like such an entitled douchebag. The USA doesn't owe you anything, certainly not a translation of everything written in English. That happens to be the language of the country you chose to infiltrate, use, and abuse...consider learning it. While you're at it, if you do know the language, use it. Use it daily and with great gusto. I don't want to walk into a place and feel like I'm surrounded by a clique of mean girls. Remember, if I've heard you speaking English, I expect you to do it in my presence and when spoken to by me. Wonder why you feel like we are prejudiced against you? Maybe it's the fucking blank stare. Are you friggin kidding me right now???
Friday, December 21, 2012
Jingle Balls
It's the Friday before Christmas and it's fucking fabulous! After doing a little more shopping, I am feeling quite festive and jolly. As such, I believe that today is the perfect day to share with you the song that started it all. The song I first parodied about 4-5 years ago, in partial collaboration with a good friend of mine who shares my mental sickness. So lovely, tuneful, and melodic, this song actually got some public airtime at a Christmas party that very year. Today, I give to you, from the bottom of my heart, all up and through you...
"Jingle Balls"
Sitting on my couch,
I unzipped my fly,
And soon my little ho'
Was seated by my side.
She took one look at them,
Her mouth fell open wide,
I told her keep it just like that
While I put them inside.
Jingle Balls,
Jingle Balls,
My penis is so big.
Take it all in your mouth,
You filthy little pig!!!
Lick those balls,
Suck those balls,
Blow me everyday.
If you keep me satisfied,
I won't run away.
I like tongue action,
I won't tell a lie.
If you are a willing slut,
I'll unzip my fly.
My balls are my best friends,
They make me feel so good.
If you treat them oh so right,
I promise to get wood.
Lick those balls,
Suck those balls,
Blow me everyday.
If you keep me satisfied,
I won't run away.
Jingle Balls,
Jingle Balls,
My penis is so big.
Take it all in your mouth,
You filthy little pig!!!
"Jingle Balls"
Sitting on my couch,
I unzipped my fly,
And soon my little ho'
Was seated by my side.
She took one look at them,
Her mouth fell open wide,
I told her keep it just like that
While I put them inside.
Jingle Balls,
Jingle Balls,
My penis is so big.
Take it all in your mouth,
You filthy little pig!!!
Lick those balls,
Suck those balls,
Blow me everyday.
If you keep me satisfied,
I won't run away.
I like tongue action,
I won't tell a lie.
If you are a willing slut,
I'll unzip my fly.
My balls are my best friends,
They make me feel so good.
If you treat them oh so right,
I promise to get wood.
Lick those balls,
Suck those balls,
Blow me everyday.
If you keep me satisfied,
I won't run away.
Jingle Balls,
Jingle Balls,
My penis is so big.
Take it all in your mouth,
You filthy little pig!!!
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Frosty the Crack Ho'
Five more days till Christmas which means there are four more shopping days to buy your ho' a little something special. Show her some appreciation during this festive time of year. Personally, I don't know any trick turning streetwalkers, but I am quite certain some of you do. For those of you with close, intimate relationships with a ho' or two, this one's for you.
"Frosty the Crack Ho'"
Frosty the Crack Ho' was a ratched, smelly slut,
With greasy skin and some nappy dreads,
And a giant ghetto butt.
Frosty the Crack Ho' had chlamydia they say,
She sniffs blow but the fellas know
She's one hell of a lay.
There must have been some poison in that
Last batch of cocaine.
For when she snorted those two lines,
She screamed out in pain.
Oh, Frosty the Crack Ho'
Tried to dial 9-1-1,
But her pimp just said, as he smacked her head,
"Fucking bitch, you sho' is dumb!"
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Get back on the street.
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
While you still has feet.
Frosty the Crack Ho' knew her looks would go to hell.
So she said, "Let's fuck,
And we'll try our luck
At making your dick swell."
Down on her knock-knees,
With his shriveled cock in hand,
Stroking up and down,
Trying not to frown,
Saying, "You is one fine man."
He gave her crabs and HPV,
And then it came in spades,
He only laughed as she did cry,
And told her he had AIDS.
Now Frosty the Crack Ho'
Was pissed off I won't lie.
No more turning tricks or sucking dicks,
'Cause she was gonna die.
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
This crack ho' must quit.
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitch, you ain't worth shit.
"Frosty the Crack Ho'"
Frosty the Crack Ho' was a ratched, smelly slut,
With greasy skin and some nappy dreads,
And a giant ghetto butt.
Frosty the Crack Ho' had chlamydia they say,
She sniffs blow but the fellas know
She's one hell of a lay.
There must have been some poison in that
Last batch of cocaine.
For when she snorted those two lines,
She screamed out in pain.
Oh, Frosty the Crack Ho'
Tried to dial 9-1-1,
But her pimp just said, as he smacked her head,
"Fucking bitch, you sho' is dumb!"
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Get back on the street.
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
While you still has feet.
Frosty the Crack Ho' knew her looks would go to hell.
So she said, "Let's fuck,
And we'll try our luck
At making your dick swell."
Down on her knock-knees,
With his shriveled cock in hand,
Stroking up and down,
Trying not to frown,
Saying, "You is one fine man."
He gave her crabs and HPV,
And then it came in spades,
He only laughed as she did cry,
And told her he had AIDS.
Now Frosty the Crack Ho'
Was pissed off I won't lie.
No more turning tricks or sucking dicks,
'Cause she was gonna die.
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
This crack ho' must quit.
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitchedy slap, slap,
Bitch, you ain't worth shit.
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