Man, sometimes I just wonder about the delivery of my jokes. Like, the other day, the girls at work were talking about an NSX some dude was selling on the cheapy cheap and I say “holy shit, somebody get that. I would seriously drown like three babies in a bathtub for an NSX!”
I get met with a 2 second period of no response and then they continue the discussion on the NSX choosing not to acknowledge what I said.
I hope they didn’t take me seriously about that shit. I mean, wtf, I wouldn’t actually drown three babies for an NSX; that’s ridiculous.
First of all, who the hell exchanges goods and services for baby drowning? I mean, that’s an absolutely absurd way to do business. Hell, it’s not even that difficult to drown a baby. It’s so easy, babies can drown themselves. Shit, if I emptied the contents of a can of soda into a sink, a baby could manage to drown itself in that easy.
Not to mention the moral implications of baby drowning in general. I know we’re a forward moving society, and “a woman’s right to choose” is becoming a much more mainstream concept, but drowning babies is still pretty radical stuff for most conservatives and liberals alike.
Honestly, if I was trying to barter with someone via baby drownings, it would never even reach three. Like, if they still weren’t interested after the first baby drowning, why would they change their minds after two more? I mean, drown one baby, drown a dozen. It’s all the same, they can only hang you once. Or give you one NSX.
So yeah, I would never drown a baby, c’mon.
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There’s a saying about blogging. It goes, “Never before have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few.”
I think I read it on a mug somewhere.
Oh I pretty much screwed myself this morning anyway. I went out clubbing with some friends last night and got pretty good and trashed.
Our last stop before home was a strip club. I grabbed some ass, motorboated some boobs and for some fucking reason, decided before getting my 1 hour of sleep this morning to tell everyone on facebook that a stripper cleaned my glasses with the inside of her panties.
I’ve got my entire mom’s side of the family added on face book and both my sisters. My older sister already saw the status update. My facebook should have some kind of intoxication lock.
not only have i forwarded this to your mom, i also realize i am the only one that responds to your blogs.
and i hate blogs.
but the exchange of drowned babies is some what low, the value of a drowned baby isn’t what it use to be. i would suggest changing your approach on commodity exchange to “suffocated disease and drug free homeless man that has been properly refrigerated.” this is a more useful transaction because not only will your client gain the value of preserved organs for sale on black market. but he will feel a great relief that he is helping with the homeless problem.