Monday, November 29, 2010

Cataclysm: The Begginning

THE SHATTERING HAS HAPPENED.

The climactic arrival of Deathwing has sundered the world, affecting all zones....Well, about half, really. Some zones are barely changed (BE, NE, Draenei starting zones) while some are incredibly changed (Barrens, Darkshore) Here's some picture of my travels.



Friday, November 26, 2010

I Am Just Adorable



I have been called adorable on many occasions. That kitten up above is also undoubtedly adorable. If you hate me, you hate kittens. And what kind of sicko hates kittens? You are just a horrible person. Get off my blog before I yell at you some more.

I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE. NOW I'M YELLING AT YOU. YOU THINK I LIKE YELLING? MY VOCAL CHORDS ARE STARTING TO HURT. YES, I'M YELLING THIS AS I'M TYPING IT. IT HELPS ME GET ANGRY. ANGRY AT PEOPLE LIKE YOU. PEOPLE THAT HATE KITTENS.

Alright. I think that scared them away. Happy Black Friday! What better way to celebrate the season of the birth of Jesus Christ than to go on a SHOPPING SPREE?!?

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving Supports Evil Turkeys

By killing all of the good, tasty turkeys we are supporting all of the evil turkeys still at large. Don't believe me? Look at this.
If that's not proof, I don't know what is.

Happy Thanksgiving, terrorists.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Monday, November 22, 2010

I'm Pretty Sure Dogs Can't play Basketball


I asked a scientist the other day if a dog could play basketball. His response was

"What? Are you retarded?"

And he wasn't so much a scientist as a guy that I randomly ran into while walking down the street. And I didn't ask him so much as yell it at him at the top of my lungs.

Either way, I have significant doubts as to whether or not a dog would be smart enough to, indeed, play basketball. The dog would either get in the face with the ball and start crying or it would bite and pop the ball. I also doubt that there's no rule that states animals can't play. If there wasn't, every team would have a bunch of T-Rexs playing basketball. Which would actually be pretty awesome.

Actually, yeah. Let's get rid of that rule. T-Rex basketball is going to be so sweet.

Jimmy's Dating Guide




Step One: Make sure to start with a joke. It breaks the ice!


Example:


"I couldn't help but notice you aren't in a kitchen making me a sandwich."

"I want to break the ice, so I'm going to hit you with this ice pick" (Taking out an actual ice pick gets you extra points)


"You looked like a dumb whore from across the room but I thought 'Eh. I'd still hit it.'"

If she slapped you/kneed you/walked away/called the cops during this step, it's really her fault for getting offended. Flip her off as you continue to find a girl that's not a bitch. (The ENTIRE time you're looking for another girl.)


Step Two:

Wait, that worked? I didn't even expect you to get this far...Well....I guess you have to make conversation now. Get to know her a bit. Ask her questions like:


"Did you know that literally anyone can be a crazed stalker!?!?"


"So how many STDs do you have? I have 3!"


"Do you have any organs you wouldn't really miss?"


"So where's the guy that drove you here? You couldn't have driven here yourself since you're a women and would have crashed the car."

"How much do whores get payed, anyway?"


If you're feeling particularly brave, tell her that a close relative died. She might break down into tears and you will be there to console her! That's "caring boyfriend" points right there. And imagine how thankful she'll be when you tell her they didn't actually die! (Note: I have yet to try this. Someone please attempt this and report back to me.)




Step 3:

Moving on with this foolproof plan, you're going to have to talk about yourself at some point in the conversation. Make things up as necessary, just make sure she can't disprove them.

Examples:

"I'm a serial killer"


"I'm a bad boy. I've been to prison 18 times! Don't worry, only 3 of those were murder.


"I lie alot."


"I only date dumb bimbos."


It's perfectly fine to lie about anything to women. Isn't i

t really THEIR fault for believing you?

Think about it. But not that much.


Step 4:

She gave you her number, and you're fairly sure it's not that "rejection hotline" you keep getting. Call the number as soon as you get it to make sure it's her number. If she asks you why you're already calling her, just say "to make sure you're not lieing to me" and then stare at her. If you can, make your eye twitch. She won't ask any questions after that.


Step 5: Second Date

You called her and, for some reason, she agreed to go out with you. You are fairly sure she has some sort of mental illness but that's right up your alley. There are many places you can take her.


The Movies: Do you want go with her somewhere but don't really want to talk to her? The movies are perfect for you! You'll both be watching the movie, so it's like she's not even there!

Romance Factor: 2

Fun Factor: 6

Comedy Potential Factor: 5

Chance she will run away screaming: 5

Chance Steve Carell isn't in the movie you watch: 1

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Restaurant: Great place, but cliche. Plus you're going to have to pay the bill since you're the man and, for some reason, that makes you the person who has to pay for things. Equality. My. Ass.

Romance Factor:5

Fun Factor:2

Comedy Potential Factor:2

Chance she will run away screaming:6

Chance she'll order the most expensive food: 9

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Bowling: If you win, you'll look like an ass for not tak

ing it easy on her. If you lose, you look like a wuss for losing to a girl.

Romance Factor:2

Fun Factor:5

Comedy Potential Factor:3

Chance she will run away screaming:7

Chance that the girl thinks that men that can bowl well are attractive: 2

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Mini Golfing: A great place for making sexua

l euphemisms. For instance: "Man, I love putting things in holes."

Romance Factor: 5

Fun Factor: 5

Comedy Potential Factor:8 (If you make the jokes)

Chance she will run away screaming:8 (If you make the jokes)

Chance she will slap you: 10 (If you make the jokes)

Chance you will make that final shot to make the game free: 0

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A Walk In The Park: Good chance to talk, but who wants to do that? You'll run out of things to talk about eventually. Wouldn't you want to save those conversations for a rainy day?

Romance Factor:4

Fun Factor:3

Comedy Potential Factor:5 ( Good chance a bird will attack you)

Chance she will run away screaming: 4

Chance she thinks you're a cheap bastard for not spending money on the date: 10

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Skydiving: If your girlfriend has a death wish (very likely if she's dating you) then this should work just fine.

Romance Factor:1

Fun Factor:7

Comedy Potential Factor: 5 (She might hit a bird or plane on the way down.)

Chance she will run away screaming: 7

Chance one of you will die: 5

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Normal Dancing: Deafening music, strobing lights that may very likely give you a seizure and a couple of people humping each other and calling it dancing! This has everything!

Romance Factor: 5

Fun Factor:4

Comedy Potential Factor: 2

Chance she will run away screaming: 6

Chance a Miley Cyrus song will be played: 10

Chance she will be impressed with your dancing: 0

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(Classical) Dancing: If you want to give the impression that you're smart and cultural, then give up. We all know you're not.

Fun Factor:1

Comedy Potential Factor: 1

Chance she will run away screaming: 1

Chance either of you can tango: 0

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Play Video Games: If you find a girl that plays video games, it's likely a man in disguise. Knee them and test their reaction. If it is actually a girl, keep her forever.

Romance Factor:1

Fun Factor: 9 (For you. Likely 1 for her.)

Comedy Potential Factor: 6 (10 if you're playing a game with friendly fire)

Chance she will run away screaming: 6

Chance she actually likes video games: .1

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Your next Dungeons And Dragons game: Are you seriously considering this?

Romance Factor:1

Fun Factor: 1

Comedy Potential Factor:1

Chance she will run away screaming: 1

Chance she's actually into D&D: .1

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Your next KKK meeting: That's even worse!

Romance Factor:1

Fun Factor:1

Comedy Potential Factor:1

Chance she will run away screaming: 9.9

Chance she's black: 5

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Your next Nazi Association meeting: Seriously! Stop!

Romance Factor: 1

Fun Factor:1

Comedy Potential Factor: 1

Chance she will run away screaming:9.9

Chance she's Jewish: 7

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Your next NAMBLA meeting: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY WOULD YOU EVEN CONSIDER THAT?!?

Romance Factor: 1

Fun Factor:1

Comedy Potential Factor: 1

Chance she will run away screaming:10

Chance you're a pedophile: 10

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Step 6: Kissing


I have no idea what it's like to do this, but I've h

eard good things. I'll coach you through this one.

You stare into each other's eyes. No words can describe the feelings that permeate the area. Which makes writing about it somewhat ironic. No words need be said. You both lean close to each other and...

Did you just miss?!

How can you miss? She's, like, right there! I mean, you were WAY off! Just totally missed!

She giggles. Alright. She thinks it was a joke. She's clearly not that bright. You once again lean close to each other and....

You trip and accidentally headbutt her. You're fairly certain that you broke her nose. She's crying rather loudly. Frankly you think that that's a li

ttle over-dramatic. It's just a nose. Mostly just cartilage. You vaguely remember people fixing broken noses in movies by just twisting the nose back in place.

You overdid it. Now it's broken the OTHER way. She starts crying even more. It's starting to get irritating. You lean close to her ear and say "People are staring..."

She runs away from you, still crying and bleeding profusely.

She, surprisingly, calls you the next day and apologizes for overreacting.


Step 7: Marriage

Whoa. Wait. Are you actually thinki

ng about marrying her? I'm not going to judge, but she's an idiot!

First thing you're gonna need is a ring.They say you're supposed to spend 3 months salary on it, but I think 3 days will do. How expensive can they be? I suggest getting a mood ring. First, they're cheap. Second, they're cool to look at (It changes color!). Third, if you get in a fight and your wife refuses to believe that she's overreacting, you can just point at the mood ring and show her how angry she is. She'll apologize and your marriage will be saved.

Whatever you get, you need a unique way to pop the question. Here's just a few of many ways.


*Get one of those guns extend a flag instead of a bullet. Wait until she wanders into a dark alley. Pretend to mug her, threatening her with the gun. And when she least expects it, BAM! Fire the gun, and the flag with "Will You Marry Me?" written on it will appear before her very eyes! She will surely remember this for the rest of her life, regardless of her answer.


*Write "Will you Marry Me?" on a wall in her house in blood that you "borrowed" from a hospital.


*Carve the question in your leg.



Did she say yes?

Wow, really?

I can't believe she did. She said yes. Just need a moment for it to set in.

Well, I suppose we have to set up the wedding. Or make her do it. That sounds easier. Let's do that.

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It's the big day. You even bought a second mood ring to put on her finger! I'm so proud of you! I don't think I should walk you through this final step in your relationship. It's all up to you! Go get 'em champ!

Oh right. Before you start do you wanna get in this betting pool? Me and the guys have started a pool on how long you guys are gonna last before you get divorced.

Alright, stop yelling. Forget I said anything.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

I Hate Children.


















Just look at them. They're creepy. Just staring at you with their beady little eyes and judging you. Who knows what they're thinking? Do they think they're better than you? I sure do.

Whenever children are around, I go into a fetal position and start. Do you know what the children do? They laugh. Laugh at my misery. They then start mocking me by attempting to scare me. I can still hear their little evil shouts of "Boo!" followed by maniacal laughter. Do they think that someone easily twice their size crying in a corner because of them is funny?

Not to mention babies.



That picture scares the crap outta me. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?

Babies are so selfish. "I need to be fed", "I need to have my diaper changed", "I need to be taken away from this fire". It's all "me me me" with them. Would it kill you to ask how MY day was for once? Could you just make dinner for yourself once so I can relax? I think I deserve it with everything I've had to do for you. STOP BEING LAZY.

Llllllet's get ready to...Date?

I am what's known as a "stud muffin"

STOP LAUGHING I AM

And yet I constantly find myself in a perpetual state of being single. I can only assume this is because girls don't believe themselves worthy of dating such a sexy specimen as myself.
That's pretty close to what I look like. So it's understandable how nervous you girls would be, really.

I will make numerous promises to help you be more comfortable:


I will not set you on fire that much

I will wear a shirt to cover my bulging muscles. It will be like they don't even exist!

I will always be there for you unless I'm somewhere else

I will not punch your friends unless they tick me off

I will not break these promises unless I want to

Ball's in your court, ladies.

This is Squirtle


This is Squirtle. Squirtle sucks. Nobody likes Squirtle. Not even his mother. Not even with sunglasses. Squirtle is part of the mafia. Nobody likes the mafia. If you support Squirtle, you support the mafia. Ponyta would kick Squirtle's ass. Ponies have every advantage over turtles. This advantage trumps the Water> Fire advantage. Because Ponyta is a pony. And on fire. Squirtle is a turtle. That's not on fire. Instead he's blue. Blue instead of on fire. Squirtle is boring. Squirtle can suck it.

Wait, are you actually reading this?

Seriously? You're actually reading this? Man, you have problems. I have no idea why anyone would want to read anything I wrote, which is somewhat odd considering I (1) started a blog and (2) am considering becoming a writer. I mean, what I write is SO GOOD that it would make everyone else weep when comparing it to their own writing skills. Crying is generally a bad thing
Of course if someone you don't like is crying, that tends to be a good thing. But only if you're a sadist like me.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

This is Ponyta


This is Ponyta. Ponyta is awesome. Do not question Ponyta. Ponyta will set you on fire if you disagree with Ponyta. Ponyta is a pony. That's on fire. Everything is better when on fire. Never question this. Or Ponyta will hunt you down.

What the Hell Do I Put Here?

So. This is a thing. Yes. Definitely. It's a thing. Looks just like one.

Sure is a lot of space. Wonder what I'm supposed to do with it. Put words there? That's stupid. I think pictures would be more appropriate. They take up more room and less effort since I don't really have to make them.

Sure is great to have pictures. I still think there's too much room.


There we go. Putting in the middle of the page really looks like I'm lengthening the post. I like that. Pictures, keep it up and I might just have a promotion for you.

Anyway, this site is a thing. A cool thing. I know it's cool since it's associated with me and anything associated with me is automatically awesome. At least that's what I think. And my mom once told me that I shouldn't care what other people think.So I don't. Their opinions are practically non existent to me. Things like "Fox News couldn't have invented cancer" or "That's the worst idea ever" or "DEAR GOD THIS HURTS" don't even register. Unless they're praising me. In that case, their opinion matters the most.

On an unrelated note:


So join me on a wondrous ride of feeding my ego, posting my completely valid opinions (Paris Hilton is a whore) which will probably last a month when I forget this site ever existed.