Showing posts with label Immature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Immature. Show all posts

Monday, December 16, 2019

What's So Funny?


VERSE 1
You refuse to laugh at female comedians
But you’ll laugh at those who wear above medium
You refuse to laugh at jokes actually funny
But you’ll laugh at those you consider to be ugly
A hairy body or a Buddha belly
A disfigured face or thighs of jelly
You’ve got a shallow point of view and it shows
Your sense of humor sucks, your philosophy blows

CHORUS
What’s so funny? X4

VERSE 2
You laugh when a man gets kicked in the nuts
You laugh even harder at a fat plumber’s butt
Laugh harder than that at the Hashtag Jada Pose
Laugh so fucking hard, milk comes out of your nose
You’ve got the sense of humor of a middle school bully
Yet you smile and laugh like you’re so fucking holy
The whole world thinks you’re a major asshole
So why are you next in line for a seat at the castle?

CHORUS
What’s so funny? X4

VERSE 3
You won’t share a meme unless it has a Nazi symbol
But you’ll gladly pass over Lily Singh and Jimmy Kimmel
You’ll get your comedy from the shittiest places
And then drain the smiles right off your victims’ faces
Nainan eleven, presidential erection
Attention, attention, national dissention
You’re more see through than a wet T-shirt
Your jokes are duds, but the truth will always hurt

CHORUS
What’s so funny? X4

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Freedom of Information


CREEPY CHILDREN’S CHOIR X2
Tell on a gang
Look for friends
Take a course of action
And throw him in the sea

SCREAMING LINE 1
Get the fuck out of my head!

VERSE 1
Those words are not yours to read
You weren’t the one who had to bleed
You never had to hide your shame
You never had to change your name

CHORUS
Freedom of information
Public humiliation
Classroom comedy
Psychological sodomy

SCREAMING LINE 2
What are you fuckers laughing at?!

VERSE 2
An immature sense of humor
Labeling everyone a loser
Laughing at everything in sight
You never had to run and hide

CHORUS
Freedom of information
Public humiliation
Classroom comedy
Psychological sodomy

BRIDGE
Don’t minimize this horseshit
It’s not so easy to fucking forget
Punish these chuckling morons
Before somebody chugs Clorox

VERSE 3
Thank god I’m done with this shit
There’s nowhere in class to sit
I’ve washed my face full of spit
No longer treated like a kid

CHORUS
Freedom of information
Public humiliation
Classroom comedy
Psychological sodomy

CREEPY CHILDREN’S CHOIR
Tell on a gang
Look for friends
Take a course of action
And throw him in the sea

SCREAMING LINE 3
Piss off, you little shit weasels! Ugh!

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Let Them Cry


VERSE 1
There’s always one asshole out of the bunch
Who wants to eat your self-esteem for lunch
He doesn’t like the way you dress
He wouldn’t hate your ass any less
He doesn’t like the way you look
Punishes you for the chance you took
He can’t stand the fact that you’re even alive
He has the maturity of someone less than five

CHORUS
Let them cry! Let them cry!
For you are many and will never die!
Let them cry! Let them cry!
Until their eyeballs are fucking dry!

VERSE 2
Some people hate everything on the planet
Calling everybody “freaks” and “faggots”
Some people don’t know what happiness is
Some people have the mental age of six

CHORUS
Let them cry! Let them cry!
For you are many and will never die!
Let them cry! Let them cry!
Until their eyeballs are fucking dry!

BRIDGE
Don’t let the world get you down
Don’t listen to their asonia sounds
Don’t change for any woman or man
Giant size is how tall you’ll stand

VERSE 3
Take your success and laugh in his face
Let him cringe like his eyes are full of mace
Let him crawl into his safest space
You’ve earned your right to run this place

EXTENDED CHORUS
Let them cry! Let them cry!
For you are many and will never die!
Let them cry! Let them cry!
Until their eyeballs are fucking dry!
Let them whine! Let them bitch!
Let them crawl into a ditch!
Let them cry until the end of time!
Their two cents aren’t worth a thin dime!

Sunday, December 3, 2017

The Real World: Anime

***LYRICS OF THE DAY***

“You want to win the war? Know what you’re fighting for!”

-Slipknot singing “Custer”-


***THE REAL WORLD: ANIME***

Remember a few blog entries ago how I asked you, my lovely audience, how you can tell the difference between what’s worth defending and what’s worth surrendering? Well, the same can be said for any kind of dispute whether it’s with yourself or other people. It’s all about risk vs. reward. But in order to achieve this goal, you have to absolutely know what it is you’re fighting for, just like Slipknot says in that song. If it’s a political climate, what are you trying to accomplish: convincing an unwilling debate opponent to see things another way or convincing an entire congress to do the right thing?

When I was a teenager, I took no interest in politics, so I waged my wars over the next best thing: internet disputes. I fought over everything whether it was worth the risk or not. If anything, I was fighting over a bruised ego and I was obsessed with making my offender pay. It’s not like telling someone off over a computer screen is going to change anything, but my teenaged self didn’t have the wisdom to know that. Thus we have one of my most notorious internet disputes, The Real World: Anime.

From 2001 to 2004 and again in 2005, I was a rabidly zealous member of Play By Web, a text-based RPG site where users could set up message boards based on genre or gaming system whether it’s sci-fi, D&D, Vampire: the Masquerade, etc. I have no idea what possessed me to join The Real World: Anime, because I hadn’t seen one episode of The Real World to know what the hell was going on. I guess I joined because I was an anime nut and really into shows like the Gundam series and Cowboy Bebop.

I take the role of Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop and role-played him within the confines of this game. My posts were only a few sentences long and they didn’t quite live up to the Spike Spiegel character, to be honest. Sarah, one of the admins for that group, sent me a private message asking me to play him better, because the co-admin was a lot tougher than her with regard to rules and regulations.

Rational-thinking adult Garrison would have said, “No problem!” and did the right thing. But hormonal teenager Garrison, complete with a hair-trigger temper, fired the first shot in what would be an uphill verbal war between myself and the admins. My opening line? “You’re damn right I’m pissed off!” I can’t remember how the middle of the rant went, but it ended with, “You’re not going to fucking toy with me!”

Can you believe we actually came to a peaceful resolution to that argument? I actually apologized to the admins! But then Under Siege, Pt. 2 came weeks later when the admins banned me from the game for being too out of character with my portrayal of Spike Spiegel. I basically portrayed him as a jumpy weird ass who listened to Al Green rather than a smooth-talker who listened to Yoko Kanno. That was the end of my run, but not the end of the war.

Instead of being nice and taking the high road, I told the tougher of the two admins to go fuck herself after a long rant detailing how her criticisms were lies and her tough love was just an excuse to be nasty. Also, being the brave and steadfast guy I was, I told her I wouldn’t be reading any more posts from the thread I used to rant against her. That was the public forum way of blocking her from posting more messages.

So let’s see what all of this online vitriol actually accomplished. I was still banned from the game, the admins didn’t change their viewpoints, and I still sucked at playing Spike Spiegel from a fan’s perspective. I fought a war based on a bruised ego and it ended badly. Sarah and tough-chick: 1, Garrison: 0. Slipknot’s prophetic lyrics for “Custer” wouldn’t come for another thirteen years, but it’s not like I would have listened anyways except for the heavy beats.

I would go on to pick more online fights in the 2000’s and I would lose every single one of them. No realistic goals, no strategy, all offence, and no defense. Sometimes it’s important to just let things go. That’s what I’m doing now that we’re in the 2010’s and I’m at peace because of it. Imagine that: life becomes less stressful when you don’t argue over stupid shit. If you’re going to argue over something, net neutrality and tax overhaul are good places to start, so as long as your vocabulary isn’t limited to words that have “tard” in them. We’ve got ears, say cheers!


***DARK FANTASY WARRIORS***

Speaking of uncomfortable trips into my past, the next Dark Fantasy Warrior to be drawn is Jacob Kruger from my messiest first draft novel to this day, Filter Feeder. He’s a clam fisherman with his weapon of choice being a big ass metal anchor. How he manages to carry that into battle and use it efficiently is a fucking miracle. I guess his muscles really are that big. Goddamn, I’ve got a lot of muscle-bound guys in my stories!


***AMERICAN DARKNESS 3***

I guess all of those “Write every day!” memes on Face Book are really starting to sink in, because I already have an idea for the next short story: “Brandi”. It goes like this:

CHARACTER:

  1. Dustin Faulk, Lonely Bachelor
  2. Adele Faulk, Dustin’s Sister
  3. Brandi, Sex Doll

PROMPT CONFORMITY: To be announced.

SYNOPSIS: After finishing college and getting engaged, Adele visits her older brother Dustin to share the news with him and catch up on old times. When she shows up at his apartment, he’s sitting on the couch with an inflatable sex doll named Brandi as a surrogate girlfriend. Adele holds off on the engagement announcement and instead tries to convince Dustin to find a real girlfriend since his behavior is “depressing”. Dustin likes Brandi because she isn’t capable of saying no to him. Rejection is a major source of frustration for Dustin when he tries to court “real women”. When he learns of Adele’s engagement and general life success, he becomes even more withdrawn into his single life microcosm.


FUN FACT: The last name Faulk isn’t meant to be a modified version of the F-word. It’s just a coincidence. I swear on my mother’s grave even though she’s still alive. Hehe!

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Dumb Ass Shit

***DUMB ASS SHIT***

One of the things we share as human beings is a tendency to make mistakes, especially during our younger years when we’re just figuring out the world. To put it in harsher terms, we’ve all said and done…say it with me…dumb ass shit. Nobody is immune to this, because nobody is perfect. As long as you don’t cross the Moral Event Horizon (rape, murder, etc.), you’re entitled to make these little mistakes that you can learn from. If you’ve ever watched a Young Turks video where they’re discussing a teenaged subject, you’ll notice that the pundits can be forgiving of them because they too said and did…say it again…dumb ass shit when they were younger.

Yes, it’s true, ladies and gentlemen: I too have a history of saying and doing dumb ass shit, especially as it relates to the internet. I’ve looked back at some of the things I’ve posted on my Deviant Art, Blogger, and Face Book accounts and I wonder what the hell I was thinking. I could just delete these posts, but seeing as how there are so fucking many of them, it’ll take more time than I care to spend. Many of the things I’ve posted could be construed as bigoted in some way, though my intentions were only to be “edgy” or “funny”. I just read a nonfiction essay I wrote in 2009 called “Class of ‘13” where I accuse teenagers of being text-messaging queens that need strict discipline. Holy shit, did I really expect people to laugh at that? What about Hardcore Harry, a Harry Potter parody where the main character says he’s afraid of Draco Malfoy’s “homosexual urges”. Shaking my head, folks. Shaking my head.

Apparently, it took me a long time for me to mature throughout the years, because I’ve been saying dumb shit in 2014 as well. My blogger.com posts at the time were riddled with depressing anecdotes about songs that made me cry or romantic couples in fiction that made me wish I had love too. One of my now deleted books, Foe vs. Blade, has an introductory chapter where I list off all of the major bad shit that’s happened in my life from high school until the date of publication. It wasn’t until 2015 that I started posting about positive things in my life and, surprise, surprise, I became a happier person because of it. I knew Rhonda Byrne’s book would come in handy someday.

So, I don’t know if you the audience plan on digging through my internet postings, but if you see something buried beneath the happy and accepting stuff that could be construed as “dumb ass shit”, know that I am no longer proud of such things. Being “edgy” isn’t nearly as important as being intelligent and wise. Even the edgiest of edgy artists have to have a reason for their R-rated jokes. I’ve said and done my fair share of stupid shit in my life and I’ve learned from all of it. This is not a cheap attempt at obtaining forgiveness, but if I keep kicking myself over these things, then I’m forever stuck in the past. We can all grow from our mistakes and become decent people.

I figured writing this blog would be easier than going through my internet history and wiping it clean of…say it again…dumb ass shit. But even if I was able to give my internet history the Mr. Clean treatment, there’s that old adage of things being on the internet forever. So instead, I’m going to say this: I’m sorry for all the dumb ass shit. It’s not me, it’s not who I want to be, and it’s not important to my career. Let’s move forward. We’ve got ears, say cheers!


***POISON TONGUE TALES 2: THE RIGHT TO REMAIN PSYCHOTIC***

As long as we’re on the topic of dumb ass shit, here’s something I attempted months ago, but never got off the ground. It’s called “Hardcore Hogan” (not to be confused with “Hardcore Harry”) and it goes like this:

CHARACTERS:

  1. Garrison Kelly, Captured Earthling
  2. Hardcore Hogan, Garrison’s Alter Ego
  3. Kasabian, Alien Lord
  4. Random Squid-Faced Alien Warriors

PROMPT CONFORMITY: To be announced.

SYNOPSIS: Garrison wakes up one day and finds himself in an alien ship’s prison cell. He has no idea what he’s doing there, but when he tries to shake the bars and complain, he gets electrocuted by the guards. Just when he is about to give in, he finds the Hall of Fame ring of his favorite professional wrestler Hardcore Hogan in the corner of the cell. When Garrison puts the ring on, he transforms into the muscular wrestler and puts a beating on the aliens after ripping the bars off the cell door. Kasabian serves as his final enemy and the only person who could possibly explain why Garrison/Hogan is on this ship to begin with.


***COMEDIC QUOTE OF THE DAY***

“There are some large groups out there whose names are a little mixed up. The Department of Water and Power. Well, water and power don’t go together, ‘cause you’ll get fucking electrocuted. Then you have the Food and Drug Administration. Well, with most drugs, you don’t have any food, except for marijuana, but they shouldn’t be bothering people with marijuana to begin with. And then you have that really interesting organization, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. Do I even have to discuss this one? Bad combination. Here’s what you do. You call the police the Department of Power and Firearms. Then you have the Food and Water Administration. Those are two things you need to survive: food and water. And then you have the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Drugs, which keeps all the good shit in one place.


-George Carlin-

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Sloppy Joe

VERSE 1
You’re a beta male on beta blockers
A fitness freak with the biggest knockers
A Mary Jane mind that’s off your rocker
Childish joker who plays the role of mocker
You think you’ve got bigger balls than soccer
As you put your hot pants in a tiny locker
You’ve got some nerve being such a shit talker
Your rabid obsession makes you a kind of stalker

CHORUS 1
Sloppy Joe, what the fuck do you know?
Are you smoking the pot or sniffing the blow?
Sloppy Joe, you do this all for the dough
For the biggest check you’d backstab your bros

VERSE 2
You Gary-Stus have become old news
Older than the days of bebop and blues
Changing the channel is what we choose
No need to waste a perfectly good fuse
On someone who brings on a good snooze
Or someone too big for his baby shoes
Your macho persona is all but a ruse
When every argument is yours to lose

CHORUS 2
Sloppy Joe, where the fuck did you go?
Do you have enough butt-hurt steam to blow?
Sloppy Joe, get out of the front row
Not even close to being the star of the show

VERSE 3
Barbarian warriors are turning in their graves
Even they’re disgusted by how you behave
They’re the bottom of the barrel, that’s saying a lot
A tough guy and super athlete you are not
A one-sided battle you barely even fought
You didn’t give this a whole lot of thought
If you open your mouth, don’t ever get caught
With tears in your eyes and a nose full of snot

CHORUS 3
Sloppy Joe, you must be mentally slow
Too many rocks that you came to throw
Sloppy Joe, it’s time for you to blow
Get off the stage, get off the show
Sloppy Joe, now where will you go?
Nobody wants to listen to you crow
Sloppy Joe, time to mature and grow

Don’t pick a fight with a stronger foe