A different kind of dick move

I was at breakfast, and while waiting to pay my bill, I noticed a family walk in the door; it looked pretty clear that it was a couple coming in to have breakfast with their dad.  Watching them walk in, dad looked like your typical crotchety old white male, with a scowl on his face, and generally looking miserable with his life.  As for the couple, the wife appeared to be late-thirties, possibly early-forties, but still attractive, but as far as the husband was concerned, I couldn’t look beyond the massive beer belly that was protruding bulbously from his torso.

The next thought that ran through my head was simply, “how much does it suck to be her, that her husband turned into such a fat guy?

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At least Paula Deen is honest

In short:

According to a transcript of the deposition, filed Monday in U.S. District Court, an attorney for Jackson asked Deen if she has ever used the N-word.

“Yes, of course,” Deen replied…

Personally, I think everyone’s a racist in some way, shape or form. To me, being racist doesn’t mean that you have to go burn crosses in the yards of black people, vandalize mosques or break into Korean-run dry cleaners and liquor stores. I think there are many, many more forms of less abrasive and subtle racism that exists out there, but is still racism nonetheless.

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This really only makes sense in Samoa

The story: Samoa Air plans to institute a pricing model based on the weight of the passengers plus their luggage.

Has anyone ever missed a flight due to weight restrictions? I have. Long story short, I was trying to get on a flight to Mississippi, and according to all information, there were several open seats available. Much to my horror, the door closed right in front of me, and very confused, I asked why no more passengers were being allowed onto the aircraft? Because the aircraft had reached its weight capacity.

Mind you, there were five seats available at this point, which means that the flight reached its weight limit well before reaching its occupancy limit. The passengers already aboard had successfully compensated for the weight of five entire human beings.

Needless to say, I was incensed. I couldn’t imagine what it was like for those who had actually paid a full fare to get on that flight and were denied.

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Man, What A Stupid Commercial #008

Unfortunately, due to the fact that I watch both sports as well as professional wrestling, I fall into the target demographic of men who simply do not have any understanding of personal hygiene, despite the fact that I think I take care of myself fairly adequately. That being said, I’m subject to a lot of commercials like this one about men’s deodorant that are obnoxious, and of course, stupid.

The basic synopsis of this commercial is that the spazz of a protagonist is getting his haircut at like Great Clips or some other place where dudes get their hair cut. In fact, when I was seeking this on YouTube, I was perplexed as to why I wasn’t finding it on Great Clips’ YouTube channel, before realizing that it wasn’t even a Great Clips commercial at all. Take the whole deodorant plugs out of this commercial, and it might make an adequate Great Clips commercial in its own right.

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If I ruled the world #5,233

Elevators would be prohibited to stop just one floor.

It agitates me greatly when I’m just trying to get to my floor, and the elevator abruptly stops on floor two, and then an asshole gets on and pushes the button to go to floor three.  Or vice-versa, while going down.  Actually slightly more, while going down.  More than agitation, it’s really sad.  The elevator for just one floor?  Yeah, that should be illegal.

I have to imagine many people are aware of this too.  Otherwise, you wouldn’t get those people who make sheepish remarks and the insincere “sorry” with a bashful smirk on their face.  Don’t apologize, stop being so lazy and go take the fucking stairs.  It’s just one floor.

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I think I’d rather be dead than have frightening B.O.

Rotting taco meat.

That’s probably the best description of the smell emanating from the guy next to me on the stair master machine.  It was kind of unbelievable, because I can’t say that I’ve ever smelled that kind of funk from any human being in my entire life.  It was like the myth of sweating what you eat was actually coming true from this guy or something.

All I know is that it was making me sick to my stomach, and that it turned my stair climbing session into the worst 25 minutes of my entire life.  I seriously can’t fathom how such an odor can come from an actual person.

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There really should be a special airline just for fat fucks

Coming back from Las Vegas was probably the worst part of the trip.  Not only was there the downer of having to leave Las Vegas, but it turned out that the direct flight from Vegas to Atlanta happened to be full of a bunch of insufferable fat fucks whom all seemed to be from Cleveland routing through Atlanta.  And I’m not just saying such pejoratives because I’m bitter, as the above picture evidences, there really were some severely fat fucks on my flight.

There are tons of stories out there about people complaining about fat people on flights; after all, I’ve personally been bumped from a flight due to an aircraft hitting weight limit while there were still three unoccupied seats, among many others I probably have.  But this one was a new one for me, and agitating enough for me to feel inspired to write about it.

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