The Week In Review
Can someone tell me why the fuck my kids can’t wear Halloween costumes to school tomorrow? I’ve asked the school, of course, and the standard answer they give you is that costumes would be a “safety issue”. Bullshit. (WARNING: IN-MY-DAY ALERT) In my day, we wore costumes to school and if anyone was wearing something that might be unsafe, they were asked to remove it. And there’s nothing to prevent schools from continuing that practice today.
The real reason is that a vocal minority of people believe Halloween is Satanic and complain to the school. Rather than telling these people that they are free to keep their kids home from school that day, they fucking cave. It’s easier to take the fun away from everyone than it is to stand up to these people and tell them that they will not impose their religious beliefs on the entire school during what is a secular holiday.
I honestly don’t care what anyone believes when it comes to the afterlife. You can believe that God’s name is Oom-Tak and wine shoots out of his seven eyes (which, now that I think about it, would be pretty awesome). Have at it, champ. But if you show up at my kid’s school and demand that no Valentine’s Day events take place because that offends Oom-Tak, I have a fucking problem with it. Everyone is entitled to beliefs that are not the norm. But it is your responsibility to prepare your children for the fact that others believe and do things that you might find offensive. The onus is not on everyone else to shelter your wiener kids.
You know what? I’ve just decided that it is against my religion to NOT place severed goat heads and pentagrams on the doorsteps of people who complain to school about Halloween costumes. There, now everybody cave in to me and make me happy for a fucking change.
Ok, too serious. Must be all that coffee flavored tequila I drank last night (seriously, it sounds horrible, but it is delicious). So here’s a joke:
A man and a woman start to have sex in a dark forest one night. After a while the man says, “Dammit, I wish I had a flashlight.” “Me too,” replies the woman, “You’ve been eating grass for the past 15 minutes.”
On to the week you missed while picking grass out of your teeth:
- On Sunday, we learned the best possible use for French dressing.
- On Monday, we listened to Pink Floyd in the Oval Office, then ate all the Pringles in the pantry.
- Also on Monday, we learned that although “No” still means “No”, it’s hard to say “No” on nitrous oxide.
- On Tuesday, we cursed advertising for making our lives wonderful.
- On Wednesday, we learned what it takes to tackle the tallest mountains.
- On Thursday, we learned to never let our kids visit LazyTown.
- And on Friday, we learned why news anchors sit behind a desk.
As always., be sure to email me a question for the Weekly Hypothetical (or comment it below) as soon as possible. The question can be anything, as long as I can answer it without thinking, doing research, or (ideally) being awake.
And for no reason at all, here’s a video I like to call, “You got yourself a keeper there, pal.”
Once again, I had comments to make, and then got sidetracked by a video clip. I’m not sure what I found more appalling – the cell phone in the cleavage, or the stop sign right between their heads. And also, a small part of me wondered what it would be like to have bosoms so big you can store a blackberry in them.
Haha, I didn’t catch the stop sign. Lex Luthor would be smart to take the hint.
KTLA ran that video clip ad nauseum this morning. It still didn’t remove the image of Rubin’s Balzac from my psyche
So that’s where fat girls keep their phones. Also, I love the look on Lex Luthor’s face. It kinda says, “Is it too late to back out of this thing?” It’s never too late, Lex. It’s never too late. Just point out something distracting and run like hell.
He should pull his cell phone out, complain that he doesn’t have a signal, walk slowly away while trying to get a good signal, and then just make a break for it.
My special “godly” neighbors down the street carved crosses and LOVE JESUS in their pumpkins for Halloween. That shit cracks me up.
Is it wrong that my family laugh and I at the “Jesus-people” and all the stupid shit they do? Nope, ’cause they are fucking funny, y’all!
Everyone knows that Jesus loses his powers on Halloween.
Here in LA this morning we learned why Male News Anchors Don’t wear dresses. Scarred for life. scarred for life.
She does look a little bit like a bloated goat.
Bleats like one too.
Ha! Love it!
I guess sometimes you just gotta text.
Poor sucker.
He should send her another text: Annulment.