I haven’t had much free time to post lately, and today is no different. But, I stumbled upon a bit of advice I received years ago and it still makes perfect sense.
When someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown. But, it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and bitch-slap the motherfucker upside the head.
Of course, for every bit of sound advice I’ve gotten over the years, two or three idiots thought they could be really cool and give me some bad advice. As I’ve noticed, most bad advice is disseminated by way of crappy bumper-sticker. Here is one such bumper sticker someone thought I would appreciate.
Life is short. Don’t be a dick.
Nice try, buttmunch; but life is too short and irritating to go around being nice to everyone. Which is why instead of graciously accepting the dopey bumper-sticker, I followed the good advice I was given previously and bitch-slapped the misinformed motherfucker. He’s lucky I didn’t tie the long hair on his head to the short hair on his nuts and kick his ass down the street.
You’d think he would have learned his lesson, but a few short weeks later, I noticed this gem on his bumper.
Stop pissing me off. I’m running out of places to hide the bodies.
It is my long-held theory that if you have to go around telling people how crazy and dangerous you are, you’re probably not that crazy and even less dangerous. The principle is the same when it comes to nu-metal bands. I can’t even count the number of these shitty bands who sing about how mentally unstable they are. Really? You’re crazy? Is that why you got that shitty tribal tattoo on your face, or are you really just a stupid asshole?
Point is, if you’re really fucked up in the head and dangerous to your fellow human beings, the only advertising you need is the live news coverage after you get arrested for eating three people and dry-humping corpses down at the cemetery. Chances are, no one who’s ever gone batshit crazy and murdered a bunch of people had a stupid bumper-sticker like that on his car. And if he did, it was partially acceptable because of the irony.
In summation, there’s no point fucking around when kicking someone’s ass would do the trick. Then again, there’s no point in going to jail for aggravated assault when you could just as easily call someone a dickless pansy and walk away. Or you can provoke someone until they hit you first; then it’s self-defense. Actually, in the lawsuit-happy society America has become, you’re probably just better off staying home and yelling at people on TV.