Sunday, February 5, 2012

Chaos Theory

Somewhere in China, a butterfly flaps its wings, catching the attention of a small child. The child chases after the butterfly and trips over a rock and falls on his face, letting out a scream that alerts his mother. The mother, who is cooking for a large lunch crowd at a restaurant, runs out to aid the child, leaving the soup that was not yet fully cooked. The waitress, thinking that it was done, serves the soup to the hungry crowd which includes an airline pilot. During his flight back to California, the pilot suddenly jumps up and runs to the bathroom with a nasty case of diarrhea. Having just missed the toilette, he showers the walls and floor of the bathroom in shit, which a stewardess now has to clean up. Okay, I’m sorry, “Flight Attendant”. Because I’m sure that if you had to clean shit off a wall you would care what they called you too. So now the, ahem, “flight attendant” starts violently vomiting all over the bathroom while trying to clean the shit off the wall. Now nobody can use this thing. I mean this is nasty, you would not want to go in there. Have you ever been in a carnival Port-O-Potty? Yeah, it’s that bad. Now it’s still four hours until they land, and nobody can use the bathroom. When the plane finally lands and the doors open, hundreds of people come rushing off the plane, partly because it smells like vomit and shit, but mostly because they all have to take a piss.  While the crowd is rushing through the terminal, a ladder is knocked over, and red paint is showered down on the people. A passerby, who is on his way to Las Vegas, sees the red painted people and the red footsteps everywhere and takes it as a sign. When he gets to the casino, the first thing he does is bet everything he has on red on the roulette wheel.

After this astonishing win, he gets really drunk and winds up marrying a stripper. (Because that’s what drunken men in Vegas do apparently, TV don’t lie, people!) They decide to go to Niagara Falls for their honeymoon, because they watch TV too, I guess. While there, they ask a family who is on vacation for directions to the nearest pharmacy. The stripper says that her crabs are getting “real itchy”, pointing downward. Afterwards, the little boy asks his father why that nice lady kept her crabs in her pants. Stunned by this question, he responds “She was keeping them there so she can eat them later.”

Fast forward a couple months, the same father and son are on the beach in New Jersey. The little boy sees a crab crawling around in the sand. Remembering what his father had told him, he picks it up and puts it in his bathing suit.

 Later on, at the hospital, the cops show up with family services. Apparently the stupid little shit told the doctor that his father had told him to put the crab in his pants. Well, of course this gives the mother, who is now divorcing the father, all the ammunition she needs to win custody of the stupid little shit in court.  After paying his lawyer fees, child support, and medical bills for the, gulp, “reattachment”, he has nothing left to live on and is forced to take on a second job. While working the night shift in the McDonalds drive thru in Philadelphia, he serves a customer who has just placed a large order. After the car pulls out of the parking lot, the passenger of the car realizes that the “asshole in the window” forgot her Chicken McNuggets, forcing the driver to make a u-turn. In the middle of the u-turn, a dog runs out into the street and gets hit by the car. Both the driver and passenger jump out of the car to see if the dog is okay. So now you got two people standing in the street over a dead dog, in front of a double parked car with people who can’t mind their own damn business driving real slow and gawking at the carnage…and I miss the fucking green light.

This is why I fucking hate butterflies

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Red Light Singing

Drivers of the world unite! Stand up and shout to the masses that we will no longer stop singing merely because we have come to a red light!

 Tell the world that that light may stop our cars, but it will Never stop the song in our hearts!

 If a straight man wants to sit at a railroad crossing singing “It’s Raining Men”, then I say Hallelujah! It’s raining men!

  If you want to sit in a traffic jam singing along to Right Said Fred, then I say that you indeed are too sexy for your cat, poor pussy, poor pussy cat!

  If I choose to sing along to Gloria Gaynor , when I reach that red light, I will hold my head up high, oh yes… I will survive!

 If an eighty year old woman wants to sing “I Touch Myself”, I say let her run red lights.

For too long we have been held down, our music and voices muted by society and its traffic control devices.

 Brothers and sisters stand firm. Tell the world that no matter the song, no matter the lyrics, we will sing them loud and proud from the red lights to the stop signs…from the traffic jams to the railroad crossings…from the toll booths to the McDonalds drive thru.

And no, we will not mumble! No, we will not hum! We will sing that song the way it is meant to be sung! Can I get an AMEN!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

An Ode To Chick-Fil-A

Oh Chick-Fil-A

With your chicken and pickles and such

Your Spicy chicken sandwich

Spicy, but not too much

Your waffle fries

Always lacking salt

I know its those fuckin’ health nuts

It’s not your fault

I love how you bring me my order when it’s done

But I hate how the pickles dissolve my bun

How you make fun of cows

Who don’t know how to spell

But really seem to hate chickens

What the hell?

I mean seriously, what the hell? Why they gotta throw the chickens under the bus? They could be espousing vegetarianism, but no, they’re actively trying to get us to eat those poor little bastard chickens. If you saw a sign in a store that read “Rob more banks”, would you extrapolate “…and less stores” from that, or would you think “Damn, this guy must really hate banks!” And besides, I could eat more “chikin”, and less pork but just as much if not more beef. I hope I never need a cow for anything, those mother fuckers would sell me out in a minute!

And the place is always clean

Whenever I’m in it

Simply the best lemonade

That I have ever tasted

Your free refill policy

On me is never wasted

How you claim to be the first

To put chicken to bread

Congratulations to you

Your balls are bigger than my head

The days I eat at Chick-Fil-A

Are often the most fun days

But you get a big fuck you

For closing on Sundays.