The Daily Observacation

Five Guys

2011-10-20T20:42:00.000-07:00

That moment in time when I have a five guys burger in my hand nothing really matters. Not my family, my job, my education. The only minutes that really matter are between the time the burger is in my mouth to the time it reaches my stomach. Forget Mcdonalds and Burger King. If I end up dyingI want to be carried in a stretcher with a quality burger in my stomach.

Costco Entry

2011-10-20T20:38:00.000-07:00

I forgot my Costco Card tonight so I flashed the back barcode of my empty best buy gift card and got in. I was considering walking in with the random asian family but they were walking too slow.

Walmart Greeters

2011-10-20T20:35:00.000-07:00

I have come to the conclusion that the walmart greeters only signed up for that job because 1) their life is boring 2) they like to make passes at young beautiful women 3) they are trying to lose weight by standing around all day.

Aladdin

2011-09-12T09:43:00.000-07:00

The movie Aladdin is the basis for all foundations. All of the characters in that movie suffice as characters that you will meet during your lifetime. If a girl does not know Aladdin, any of the characters, the storyline, or what Agrabah is then this speaks trouble.

Aladdin- You, the sexy bachelor looking to go from rags to riches. In successful form you're 'Prince Ali'
Jasmine- Your ideal girlfriend/wifey/companion. Usually troubled, may have a pet (if she has a cat or two shes really troubled)
Sultan- Her father (ideally you want to find a nice guy who knows how to have a good time)
Jafar- The archenemy you encounter during your lifetime. He is usually a douche, tries to steal your woman, use you to find the lamp.
Genie- The mentor or guide that helps you achieve what you are looking for in life.
Abu- Your closest companion who is always by your side in sickness and/or health
Carpet- Your means of transportation which is pretty 'fly'
Iago- Annoying sidekick of your archenemy

Note: One may have multiples of any of these. But remember Jasmine only started hollering at Aladdin when he became a genuine bad boy. So moral of this post is dont be a little bitch.

The Unibrow

2011-09-07T13:15:00.000-07:00

There is nothing more beautiful on this earth than a girl with a unibrow. If she looks like shes from the stone age, i'm coming to holler. The thing about these girls is that they are not afraid to express themselves, theyre different. When youre talking to a girl with a unibrow all her signs of interest in you are different from the average girl. If she's straightening her unibrow out or playing with it in anyway shes probably into you. The more amazing thing about them is the cuddling sessions. I love to stay in a day of rain and thunderstorms and run my fingers through her unibrow while she tells me about unique she was when she was younger. Just so noone is confused I should probably differentiate whats different about the unibrow and the monobrow. Many people see them as the same thing but in reality they are 'thpecial' in their own ways.

Unibrow: This is a perfect union of the eyebrows that dips in the center. It is greatly admired and respected on women who wear it with pride.

Monobrow: This is a caterpillar looking streamline of hair that goes from the top of one eye to the other.

If you find a woman who sports her unibrow and shes proud as hell of it this speaks alot about her character. It shows that she has originality and defines herself in her own way. If you want to know how much she really cares about you then after years of nurturing there will come a time where she will have to part her eyebrows like Moses and the red sea. Be her Moses, you will be her miracle.

Nos's Vs. Nic's

2011-06-13T11:47:00.000-07:00

This is the two tier system that I created relating to social settings, gatherings, parties, or any outings in general. You usually want to be in the higher tier because you're pretty much more of a Boss than a pawn. Here goes.

Lower Tier
RNOS- Random nigga on the side- Not recognized
TNOS- That nigga on the side- Level 1
SNOS- Some nigga on the side- Level 2
HNOS- Head nigga on the side- Level 3

Higher tier
RNIC- Random nigga in charge- Level 4
TNIC- That nigga in charge- Level 6
SNIC- Some nigga in charge- Level 8
HNIC- Head nigga in charge- Level 10

At the end of the day you always wanna be HNIC and try and stay away from being that RNOS.

Recognized HNIC's: Warren Buffet, Steve Jobs, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Dwayne Johnson, you get the flow of it.

Recognized RNOS's- Flava Flav, Snooki, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton.

The Shopping Cart

2011-06-11T13:56:00.001-07:00

I don't know why but for some reason I am unable to cruise through the grocery store with a shopping cart. The moment that my hands make contact with the handles of the shopping cart I feel like a fat pregnant mom. Yes, I might as well make my way to the pampers/kotex section. I would much rather kick the two gallons of milk from the dairy isle all the way to the cash register than push the shopping cart. If I am with a girlfriend or woman I might consider pulling it from the front but I still will not physically stand behind it and cruise through the store.
My problem with the shopping cart is the whole concept dealing with carrying, would you ever see a guy with a purse? Maybe a fanny pack but not a purse. Here's the other thing, I enjoy walking out of the store and walking directly to my car. I don't have to deal with my cart accidentally rolling away and hitting the 5 series BMW nearby. The shopping cart is just a huge hassle, its an unnecessary burden that I don't have room for.
What about the shopping carts that only have three active wheels, isn't that extremely annoying? I'm using the thing to help assist me in my shopping adventures not to make a screeching noise and veer me to the right or left randomly. I remember one time in my prehistoric shopping cart days I actually spent a few minutes maintenance one at home depot so that I could move buckets of paints, a complete fail if you ask me. At the end of the day use the shopping cart at your discretion but I think the only time I may actually consider standing behind one is if I'm married and my wife forces me to.
If I'm going to spend an hour or two with the shopping cart you might as well put a cupholder on that thing. When I get behind the shopping cart I actually feel like Im operating some kind of vehicle. Stores might as well place police officer carts and ambulance carts in case of emergencies. "Sir this is the third time you've operated this cart while being under some kind of influence we're going to have to suspend your Giant Bonus Card." Or "Ma'am youve been stopped and double parked in this lane for an hour now we're going to have to fine you, oh and why is the safety belt not strapped on your son while operating this cart? Click it or Ticket." Aside from that I have to deal with shopping cart traffic. Like seriously, I just got out of rush hour and now I'm waiting for Linda to pick what kind of pizza she wants for her two sons Joseph and Mark. Just pick the giant brand your sons wont know the difference.
And what about those people that always have to peep into what you have in your shopping cart. Yes, I am buying 5 bottles of multivitamin gummies, they taste freakin good and I need my Vitamin C. I'm not looking into your cart wondering why you bought two twelve packs of toilet paper, do you live in the bathroom? Keep your eyes to yourself you clown.

Poopy

2011-06-11T13:51:00.001-07:00

The word poops has always amazed me. It is such a vile word but so comedic and meaningful at the same time. I remember when I was with my brothers at a friends house and the parents started arguing in front of everyone. The mood was incredible before the parents went at it. I look over at my brother and he goes, "Dude this is so poopy lets get out of her". When I heard him say that it was like all of my worries went away. Although it was poopy at that house, I had the biggest smile on my face.
Its even a great word to use when someone is bothering the hell out of you. Take for example those girls that are super clingy or have nothing to do so they sit on their bed all day calling people up and bothering them. Sometimes those girls are the mayor of poop city or the head clan leader of pooptopia. Just say it straight to their face, you never know they might not come back to bother you.
People talk too much nowadays. Sometimes they say things they dont mean or inappropriate things come out of their mouths. We call those people, 'poop mouths'. If there is a gang of them, then you have yourself a poop squad. Lets go over some more common poop concepts and phrases you may come across:
Poopyopolis- The capital of poopyville. If someones friends or family are all not fun and mean then they probably originate from here.
PoopCity- A house or apartment that is messy, does not smell good, and filled with uncomfortable sightings.
Snoopy- A covert way of calling someone poopy. Subtle, very subtle.
Poopiest- The highest degree of ill behavior a person may obtain.
Poopin- Nomadic behavior where a person or a group go disturbing good settings and happy moods.
PoopTart- Junk food that doesn't taste good.
Poopsicle- Any type of ice cream that's soggy and unenjoyable.
Theres many more but this keeps your train of thought thinking any time you're not feel comfortable.

The Professor

2011-06-11T13:45:00.001-07:00

Nowadays it seems like you just can never get eactly what you want out of a professor. He can one or more than one of the following: Nice, A Great Teacher, Has easy exams. The problem is that you can only choose two, and the third? Well, it will be the reverse, but taken to the nth level of extreme. For instance, you're friend recommends a class for you, and you proceed to ask, "What's the professor like?" Your friend responds, "well, he's nice, and he's a great teacher...."
Hmm, what about his tests? Yea, turns out they're IMPOSSIBLE. Actually, I lied to you, I recently came across a professor that satisfies all three, wow what a find! Wait, but here's the catch, he's the most boring dude you've ever known in your life. Even worse, he feels the need to tell you information that is completely irrelevant to both you and everyone else in the world. Sometimes I wonder if the boring professor even has the slightest hint that everyone in the room is bored out of their mind. It's particularly funny when the professor thinks he's "putting on a show" for the students, making goofy math related jokes every few minutes that only he laughs at. Exception, the suck-up student in the front gives a chuckle every now and then. This is probably the only time in my life that I legitimately felt like i wanted to end my life.

The Head Nod

2011-06-11T13:44:00.000-07:00

For all of you that do a significant amount of walking through crowds of people that may or may not know you, you run into the head nod dilemma. The assortment of these acknowledgments truly defines the relationship between the two people. The types are as follows:
The Upward Head Nod - This head nod is used for friends that you normally hang out with, but this time you simply don't want to stop for small talk. It gives the implied "what's up?", but of course you're aren't really interested in their answer to that question.
The Downward Head Nod - The downward head nod is mostly used for common acquaintances. This signifies that you simply have been introduced and both agree to the fact that you won't actually ever hang out. This head nod is essentially something to buy you time until you are out of sight. The downward nod can also be a sign of simply paying your respects to an elder or just being friendly to a complete stranger.
The Smile and Half-Wave - This is quite possibly one of the worst because it implies that you used to be friends and hang-out, until you realized how much of a weirdo this person is. Of course you didn't simply cut the relationship there. You'd rather awkwardly wave to this person, and claim that "we should hang out," for the rest of your life.
The Fast-Small-Talk - Oh this one could be particularly obnoxious. Some people just find the need to stop and chat every time you see them. The problem occurs when you see them so often as to not have anything new to 'report' so that you run into an awkward exchange of small talk. It usually goes, "how are you?" "good how are you?" and so on and so forth. This 45 second conversation usually abruptly ends in "well, cya."

I love you man

2011-06-11T13:43:00.000-07:00

Why do so many girls throw around 'I love you'? It isn't a pack of Starburst you buy at giant and start sharing with all the people you like. Sheesh get a grip of yourself ladies youre way too emotional.

Party in the USA

2011-06-11T13:35:00.000-07:00

People you’ll find at a party:
Fat Bouncer- Tries to look intimidating, checks out all the girls, in reality soft nice guy.
Trying to make a name guy- “Dude Joe’s doing a back flip off the roof, everybody come!”
Unknown Looter- That guy who nobody knows and is asking for him to leave.
Ugly Slut- The girl whos invited to all the parties cause she will get down with anybody.
Girl that looks good after a few drinks- That girl that you’d never talk to sober but now its different.
Unintellectual Ciggarete Smokers- The people you find outside smoking who look like they’re talking about something deep but its really, “You know he was the creator right?” (Inhales cigarettes) “Yeah he created that bong himself.”
Creepy Guy- The guy who only talks to girls and is extremely blunt. “Hey your boobs are huge can I squeeze them?”
Competition Drinkers- “Dude I’m getting trashed first, This is my seventh shot in 20 minutes.”
Motivational Frat Guy- “Yo Ryan this is Omega Omega Omega, stop being a lightweight. Grab that jack daniels.
Drunk Workout Guys- “80 pushups and I’m sore”, “67 and I’m drunk”, “Yeah I guess we’re equal”.
Cute Complainer- “He doesn’t love me, he just texted me and said hes not coming here, he’s going to the clubs in DC”
Textasaurus- Guy or Girl who is scrolling through their phonebook but pretending like they’re texting because they’re too cool for the party. You’re an antisocial it’s ok we understand.
Midnight Rapist- Guy who’s taking care of girls because he genuinely "cares", dude everybody knows what you want it’s obvious.
The DD- Designated Driver, there’s a possibility of him being a creeper, antisocial, or midnight rapist.

Empty Comments

2011-06-11T13:29:00.000-07:00

Everybody in the world has that one person in their life that always makes those comments that really ruin your day. It can be an acquaintance, a friend, a sibling, whoever but for some reason they have extracted certain comments that are unnecessary and don’t even really make any sense. “Hey man I wanted to talk to you, yesterday I lied to my mom and I feel really bad. The thing is bro it was just one lie.” That person comes in trying to show you they care which at times they do but that one comment slips, “Look, we all lie we’re human I wouldn’t worry too much about it, but lying is lying bro.” That last part of the comment is what really hits the spot. “Lying is lying.” Thank you Captain Obvious. “I don’t drink but I had a beer at the party.” I’m sure if you have that friend you know exactly what he or she is going to say. Yep, "Drinking is drinking." Just ignore it, when you hear that just imagine that they have no more material or are just talking to talk. Other lines that you should ignore include, “People can see you better than you can see yourself”, “I’m not responsible for your misunderstanding” and, “If a girl tells you the quote “Live, Lagh, Love”, she’s lost.

Finals Week

2011-06-11T13:19:00.000-07:00

I’m a bit worried. Finals week just continues to inch closer and closer and I am convinced that as the days go by, I am literally forgetting everything I have learned. As much as everyone around me is stressing the fact that they have to study “a shit load,” I can’t help but enjoy the fact that since everyone thinks that I’m busy studying, professors included, I have the opportunity to do absolutely nothing. The greatest thing is that I now have an unlimited number of excuses to not hang out with those people that just won’t stop asking to hang out. “Dude I gotta study,” is now one of my most common responses to these eager people that have studied so far ahead of time that they practically have nothing to do. After a week of leaving class early and sitting around enjoying the heaven-like weather that coincidentally appears out of nowhere during the busiest time of the year, I think it’s finally time to “hit the books,” “brush up,” “cram,” and all those other stupid terms that basically mean study. I make my way into the main study area, and it’s just packed beyond all reason. Students who I have never seen on campus seem to have spawned out of the corners of the building. These dorm room cave dwellers have for the first time taken a trip outside of their room in a final desperate attempt to appear social. They are only here because everyone wants their “great notes.” Let’s face it, they aren’t actually “great” notes, everyone is just glad that someone actually took notes in the first place. As I walk by, I see huge tables filled with crinkled papers, food wrappers, empty cans of expensive energy drinks and a bunch of people that have congregated purely to leech off of who knows the most. I’m thinking these tables aren’t for me. I might try a study room. I begin slowly creeping up on each study room window, peering in only to see a scruffy guy with huge headphones facing the door with his laptop, his lower body concealed beneath the table. He is laid back, with one hand resting on the keyboard of his laptop, while his other hand is somewhere "below-deck." Alright, so may not be surfing the net for porn, as he slides his hand over to his “mouse,” but he is certainly not studying. The thought of this completely ruins the idea of a study room for me so I figure I’ll just move to a more quiet area in the library. I quickly realize that the libraries are always plagued with low GPA adderol “dealers” acting as if they have the real secret to doing well during finals week. As he slowly pulls out a cloudy plastic baggy filled with these mystery wonder pills, he says, “Dude if you need to cram, these will keep you really focused.” While the dealer is finishing up his adderol marketing speech, I notice a few of his clientele approach him. They begin asking him for the pills by using code words like "candy," "advil," and "study juice." These bloodshot-eyed, headache-faking students are most commonly spotted filling every possible seat in the classroom on the day of the test, when you distinctly remember there being three empty rows last class. Unfortunately their pill-popping endeavors practically never work, and they end up turning their head towards you, whispering, "Yo, did you study?" I finally decide to study alone on my laptop. All of a sudden I realize just how many things you can do, other than studying on your laptop. For the first time in months, I’m multitasking. Switching back from chat windows, to Facebook, to the most addicting games on earth, I feel so accomplished. I have probably typed “Dude you’re distracting me” about five times already, but for some reason I have not signed off ichat. Lets face it, we just love the concept of someone “distracting” us while we are “trying to work.” Now I’m starting to get a little tired as I look out the window and notice that the sun has gone down. How long has it been? I crawl into bed intently thinking, “tomorrow I’m gonna study all day, and really get shit done.” The next day I wake up at the crack of dawn to a classmates raspy voice asking me in their final hours before the test, "Dude, do you got a scantron?" I'm speechless, and i'm screwed.

Poppa Bear

2011-06-11T12:55:00.000-07:00

So I’ve come to the conclusion that the coolest thing to call your dad is “pops”. Father sounds like you’re begging him for forgiveness or you’re asking for his praise in your house. As the head of the household he carries that title but it just blows it up and really degrades the children. Dad sounds way too whiny and a tool that works as an arm for financial support. Most of the time I affiliate the word “Dad” with playing catch and sometimes even going to a sports event together. The word ‘baba’ which comes from Arabic households sounds too much like pita bread or oriental rugs. Every time I hear baba I feel like I’m at a Lebanese bakery or butcher store. I’m not even really a big fan when people say, “that’s my Old Man” it almost sounds like they’re ashamed. That or it was miserable while he was alive because he was so harsh. Papa is no fun either, when I hear Papa i think of a man on a rocking chair with a stick ready to do some beating, no good. Pops is perfect though, not because he pops out to your location from time to time but because it has so many derivatives to it. Poppyseed, Popalicious, Popeye, Popzilla, Popcorn, Popaloosa, Pop Lock and Drop it, Popster,Poptart, Pop-a-pimple, Popsicles, Pop stop and roll, and Once you poppa the fun don’t stoppa. These are only a few of the derivatives there are many, many more. The other great thing about Pops is that it matches perfectly with any father whether he’s old, grumpy, sweet, cute, rich, poor, etc. He could be doing the dumbest thing in public and you’d be like “Yeah, that’s my pops.” It just flows that much better.Big Poppa [Explicit]

Community College

2011-06-11T12:37:00.001-07:00

It would be really nice to get ahead with your college classes. If only it wasn’t so damn expensive to take those gen-eds over the summer. Here’s a solution, Community college. It’s cheap, exciting, and you can most likely locate one that’s not too far of a commute. It’s perfect for your summer attitude of “getting ahead” by taking a class once a week, goofing off every other day, and scribbling your homework in class the day that it’s due. Every day you receive that not so satisfactory test grade you think to yourself “I just gotta pass.” A few days go by and things start to get a little repetitive, so its time to people watch. Hmm, that’s odd, everyone in the room seems to be representing every ivy league college you know, so why exactly are they here? After a few conversations with these apparent “over-achievers,” you’ll understand what’s really going down in this classroom. Innocently you figure that everyone has the same attitude as yourself, the “I need to get ahead” mentality, and you ask yourself, “would anyone actually attend this facility full-time?” You turn to the student next to you to strike up a conversation that will ultimately end with the question, “what’s your story?” You are hoping for an honest opinion. He’s got the scruffy look. Actually, he just flat out looks like a bum. He’s wearing a beat-up Harvard sweatshirt and looks like he just woke up, even though it’s 2:30 in the afternoon. In the few moments before the professor walks in with his assortment of random papers he never uses, you lean over and begin with “what’s going on man?” He’s startled by your sociability, but quickly answers your question with the generic “nothin’ much.” You begin to share some information about yourself, where you come from, why you’re here, etcetera. You tell him that you are taking this class just to get ahead and that you plan on returning to your more reputable university in the fall. He chuckles, and looks around as if you’ve just entered a prison, claiming that you are innocent, just like everybody else. He quickly scans the room for his community college alums to draw attention. He pinches a piece of his old sweatshirt with his two fingers and pulls it away from his chest in attempt to imitate what he believes is “gangsta.” He then says in a very condescending manner, “yeah, and I actually go to Harvard.” Your mind quickly flashes back to when you where in the community bookstore. You are slowly touring the bookstore when you notice the overpriced community college gear section with shirts, sweatshirts, tote-bags, the works. Then you remember, almost as if you were in slow motion, passing by the very same sweatshirt, with it’s bold, white letters. It read, “HARVARD.” But of course, your new comrade is not only a liar, but also a community college regular. Judging by the fact that the sweatshirt in your flashback was brand new, and his was pretty beat up, he has most certainly been here for a long time and will not be leaving anytime soon. And worst of all, you realize that you were the only one telling the truth all along. The icing on the cake is the day after, where everyone is surprisingly wearing the exact same thing as the day before. You show up late and awkwardly shuffle to your seat. Your seat is empty, but this time you don’t want to sit there. It’s too late, you’ve already chosen. Almost as if that first day where you decided where to sit, you were deciding where you were going to sit for the duration of the entire class. Ugh. It’s going to be a long semester.

The Barber Shop

2011-06-11T12:35:00.001-07:00

I'm convinced that the three types of people that give the best haircuts are old men, gay guys, and black men. The old man has the vision and the keen eye for a good hair cut because he has seen so many different kinds of hair styles throughout the generations. The black man knows what's “in” and he knows how to give you the “bad boy” look or the “Fresh Prince” look. He's mastered the trimming and the shape up as well. The Gay guy looks at you from the perspective of both a male and a female so that you’re attractive to both genders. He's thinking, "If I gave him this look he'd be sexy, and so would Angela and Vanessa." If you walk into a barber shop and you find an old black gay barber, you just hit the jackpot.

Phat People

2011-06-11T12:34:00.001-07:00

What would this world be like if there were no fat people? Some of the funniest people are fat, look at Chris Farley, John Belushi, and Gabriel Iglesias. Aside from these big comedians, look around you. Everyone has that fat friend who you can go to Chipotle with, or hug when you need a good cry, or just have a good time with cracking jokes. I know we say that the Obesity Rate is rising in the United States but most people don’t care about the Obesity Rate we care about the level below that, the fat people rate. If you’re funny or nice and you’re fat then god bless you, let’s go enjoy a burger together or laugh at that dude running horrible game on that girl. But if you’re mean and fat, then I don’t even know. At that point you either need to start hanging out with nice and funny fat people or go see a doctor. To me a mean fat person means that I can’t laugh or cry with you and I have to watch you be mean to me and other people who aren’t fat or are fat. That’s just messed up, go jump off a balcony.

Sorority Girls

2011-06-11T12:32:00.001-07:00

Sorority girls, man oh man. If you look them up in the dictionary you will find the synonym to sorority is “sheep”. Yeah they usually like to follow. There are other synonyms of course that include but are not limited to: Orange Face, Chanel, Juicy, Ugg boots, North Face, and Aviator sunglasses. Of course you can never generalize in life as there are good sorority girls out there, but the majority of them are synonyms of the above. The thing about sorority girls is that many of them carry the same dictionary which contains the words, “Um”,“Like”,“Definitely”, “Cute”, and “Tanning”. Many people associate sorority girls with being very promiscuous but the majority of them are actually huge teases. Every now and then you’ll find a sweet sorority girl who is not any of the following, but wait. She has a boyfriend and he’s usually some dude back home who’s either in the military or is working for his dad’s construction company. Most of these girls are usually really protective of their sororities name, sisters, and reputation. Their kryptonites include extremely nice cars, Brad Pitt, and excessive alcohol.

The Dinner Table

2011-06-11T12:26:00.001-07:00

Need an excuse to spend a little more time with your family? How
about the dinner table? It’s almost as if there’s never a reason good enough to not
attend the daily dinner meeting. As if when someone attempts to escape the routine,
a slight sense of betrayal captures the face of your parents. Everyone feels like the
dinner table is simply a time to “check in” with the family, and your parents are
those annoying professors who insist on taking roll call every day. There is no doubt
that you actually get to enjoy a nice meal, but there’s a number of significant events
that turn this seemingly “enjoyable meal” into a small talk carnival that ultimately
ends in each member leaving the table disappointed. Although the end of dinnertime
seems to be a completely un-enjoyable, the beginning isn’t usually that bad. Your
mom frantically attempts to add last minute modifications to the food that has been
prepared for well over an hour while you are entrusted with the task of
simply “rounding everyone up.” A seemingly easy task compared to actually cooking
the food, but watch out, this could be treacherous. So your hunt begins for sibling
number one, who is for some reason nowhere to be found. Eventually, you’ll learn
that he is conveniently “taking a shower,” which renders him unreachable. Even
worse, you understand that you’ll have to make a second trip to this location in
order to successfully deliver the message that dinner is ready. You shrug it off, and
proceed to look for sibling number 2. To your disappointment, sibling number 2 has
decided to take a nap. Unfortunately, this is no ordinary nap and you are faced with
either taking 20 minutes to wake them up nicely or forcefully waking them with the
risk of them hating you for the remainder of the day. Lastly, it’s time to find sibling
number 3. You conveniently find sibling number 3 in a random room while walking
down the hallway. It’s almost to good to be true, he’s not sleeping, and he’s in plain
slight, almost ready for you to deliver the message. You deliver the message
smoothly and he responds with, “I’ll be right there.” This answer is only a decoy that
buys him time, you will definitely have to make second trip to tell him yet again that
dinner ready. You return to the kitchen frustrated, exhausted and having practically
done nothing in terms of gathering the family for dinnertime. It’s now finally time to
eat and you are starving. Everything looks delicious, except for the smaller reheated
misshapen plates that contain yesterday’s leftovers. You proceed to serve yourself
while others continue to mumble things like, “Could you pass the rice?” or “Wow this
tastes pretty good.” All is well until someone who is unable to handle the simple
silence of the meal, blurts out a random comment that has practically no bearing
what so ever. What sucks is that this small attempt to break the awkward silence has
summoned a tornado of small talk throughout the table, and everyone is involved.
It’s always that last few minutes of the dinner scene that are the most brutal, the
emotionless slow chew of your food; the wandering eyes, and the unbreakable
awkward silence. That previously delightful piece of chicken and spoon of rice that
so lavishly occupied your plate has now turned to an unappetizing mixture of scraps.
You yourself are even disgusted at how sloppy your specific plate looks when you
leave the table to go wash it. You leave the kitchen thinking that the silence was only
because today happened to be uneventful and that tomorrow will be different. You
are wrong.

Gorgeous Bitties

2011-06-11T12:25:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine came up to me the other day, he asked for my advice on women. More specifically, on beautiful girls he meets at college or at the mall. He doesn’t understand what to do when theyre so gorgeous but such huge bitches. If you meet one and you feel like she won’t ever give you a chance and you want to make yourself feel better, just imagine her on the toilet seat having trouble releasing or stare at her armpits and imagine that she doesn’t shower. Or wait for her to laugh and imagine that she just farted and is trying to make up for it around the people shes with. Problem Solved, love you bro.

General Contractor

2011-06-11T12:23:00.001-07:00

Its interesting when you call a general contracting company to come to your house and fix something. Usually it’s a pipe or piece of drywall that you and your buddy broke while competitively wrestling in the basement. “Good afternoon Sir, is this Reliant Drywall?” “Most certainly is, how can I help you?” Usually you tell them the status of the drywall and set an appointment for them to come through and help you. If you stay on the phone longer than ten minutes, they usually like you more than the average joe. “Sir, we value customer service and your happiness more than anything else.” You’re thinking, wow that’s awesome Leroy is the man. They roll up to the house smiling at you like both of you are best friends. That’s the thing about most contractors when they visit a house they look for any type of sign that you have money. It can be the Mercedes up front or that nice vase at the front door. “Let me see that drywall I’m sure its not a big deal.” You go ahead and show it to them and all of a sudden, the small 3x3 whole that you put through it is equivalent to the damage of hurricane Katrina. They always make that joke that's degrading and not funny but its a set up for their terms to fixing it. “Wow son, were you looking for gold in the wall?” “Wait what?” After they make that comment they do two things they start investigating it like they’re on CSI trying to show you they know what they’re doing, its usually a way to show the seriousness of the project even though its not a big deal. Or they just throw a huge number at you, “Two thousand and we will start tomorrow.” Then when you try and negotiate with them they usually reply with, “Look I have a family to feed, I’ve been working for this company for X years and this is how we do things.” Dude you just told me you strive off of good customer service and my happiness, yeah it happens.

People you find in the Gym

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The Screamer- Loud unnecessary noises
The Fountain Roamer- Stationed at the water fountain
The One Upper- Follows your every set with higher weight.
Fat Guy who thinks hes strong- Squats 350 but looks like shit
Ab Guy- Nonstop abs, sloppy bod.
Adidas/Nike Rep- Alot of sweatbands, latest shorts and shirt.
Roid Head- Muscular guy nice dude, how does he wipe his ass or make phone calls?
Form Corrector- Maybe he really cares but its usually to spark up conversation.
Phone Guy- Bicep curls in one hand, phone in the other. "Dude my right arm is definitely stronger than my left"
Infinite Sets guy- "How many sets you got left bro?" "13", "Oh ok, see you tommorow"
Asian Basketball Mob-Pretty Self Explanatory
Hairy Fob- Short shorts, hairy legs, and always smiling.
Sweatasaurus- Did he just bench or come from the swimming pool?

Gym Screamer

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“Give it to me, give it to me, push as hard as you can big boy, last one!” Probably the most distracting and irritating thing you can hear in a gymnasium. This is usually heard from people who are working their chest while bench pressing. Sometimes it’s so loud that hear it from the other side of the gym, you don’t know whether two guys are gettin down and dirty with one another or some guy is delivering a baby.bench

The Furniture Store

2011-06-11T12:19:00.000-07:00

No one can deny the feeling of shopping for the furniture you love. From the moment you walk into the store, your eyes are in search for that ideal sofa or loveseat that just fit perfectly in your living room. Now all you need is a spokesperson with an honest opinion to escort you through the store. Here’s where you run into a problem. As you enter the glass double-doors you are immediately surrounded by an ethnically diverse group people with nice suits and smiling faces. At first you feel at home, but all of a sudden you are burdened with the responsibility to select only one, and when your choice is finally made, the others just seem to disappear within the store. You almost feel betrayed when you see that the group that had initially disbanded after you made your choice, has now reassembled at the door for the next customer, smiling faces included. Yeah, you’re not that special.
Finally, your moment has come, the one-on-one with the salesperson. You begin by asking simple questions like, “What material is this made from?” or “mind if I take a seat?” When trying out the furniture, you notice the salesperson trying to decipher whether or not you are actually going to buy it, and the more furniture you sample, the more obvious this feeling becomes. You quickly smile at the employee as you get up and say, “Wow this is really comfortable,” of course you want nothing to do with that rocking chair. You proceed through the store and you finally set your eyes on something desirable. You see it in the distance and make your way over to this beautiful brown sofa, your escort slowly follows, almost bothered that you found it instead of him introducing it to you. You take a seat. “Wow this is fantastic, I really like this sofa,” you tell the employee with enthusiasm. You notice the salesperson begin to grin as if you just walked right into his trap, but you don’t mind, because you’ve discovered a great sofa in this football-field sized warehouse. Both parties are bubbling with excitement as you move closer and closer to the discussion of the price, which only tickles the thought of you actually purchasing the sofa.
The time has come; you finally pop the question to the employee. “How much for this one Gary?” These next few moments are crucial, you’ve only known this guy for a half an hour, but for some reason your relationship with him flashes before your eyes in such a way that depending on the price of this sofa, he is either your friend or simply someone that almost fooled you into spending your money. You begin to wonder if you made the right choice in the employee roulette at the front door. His face turns for only a millisecond, but his forced smile returns as he remembers the price of the sofa. The words creep out of his mouth like a slow moving smoke, “It’s 699.99.” You shake your head trying to identify just how many 9’s were in that number. Now you are put in a tough position, you are certainly not happy with the price, but it feels like almost everyone in the store is looking at you, just waiting to hear you say those desired three words, “I’ll take it.” But you can’t, what has really happened in this store finally washes over you like a tidal wave. The whole thing was just a show, the empty smiles, the friendly faces, all for you. Not anymore. You quickly compose yourself, and in a moment of courage, you confidently stand up from the comfortable leather sofa. You mimic the employees fake smile as you say, “that’s not a bad price, let’s keep looking.” You are now in complete control, it’s time for revenge. You begin to give the aura that you are sold on this furniture and that you are in such a frenzy that from here on, almost anything that you show interest for you will immediately buy. The salespersons smile grows with every envious look he gets from his co-workers for the anticipated commission. You are finally enjoying yourself. You feel like a millionaire as you walk around like you can buy the whole store, coincidentally your escorts energy has tripled as he gallops towards everything you set your eyes on. After hours of touring the oversized warehouse, you finally spot something that you remember seeing some time ago, and you have certainly wasted enough of everyone’s time
Now you make your way to the counter in the back of the store where final deals are made. It’s time for you to reveal you deception. But you’re smart, you’re not going to just admit that you are planning on leaving the store empty handed. Rather, you’re going to ask for your escorts contact information. His smile vanishes as he asks you with a glimmer of hope, “You’re not going to buy anything?” You claim, “Not today” but, that you’ll “let him know.” Now you begin to make your way to front door smiling, leaving behind you a seed of doubt if they’ll ever hear from you again. And of course you know if you ever return the roles will be reversed. Now your previous selection will have that same feeling of anticipation and excitement that you had when you first entered the store. Revenge has never been sweeter, thanks Ashley Furniture.