I can’t give this blog the love it deserves at the moment because, work. I’m on another business trip and sadly this one isn’t filled with strippers and angry Dagmar phone calls about said strippers.
Seriously I’m working crazy hours until Halloween so I’m not sure what I’ll be able to put up here. Either it will be incoherent, half-sleep deprived, half-drunk rants like this one or you’ll just have to come up with your own boob and beer jokes.
Here is a free, non boob and beer joke though.
What do you call a deer with no eyes? No eye-deer.
Okay I’m sorry I really shouldn’t do this when I’m tired. That was just sad.
I do have two odd things and here they are.
The first, the one I hope to write about soon involves about ten bat-shit crazy comments I received here last night/this morning. All by the same dude, different names but all the same dude. I deleted them all because if anyone’s going to use the words harlot, bosom and sin on this blog it will be fucking me. They were retarded but they COULD be funny because harlot, bosom and sin are hysterical words, if used right.
Trust me it will be funny, they’re deleted but saved. All you harlots have been warned. I suggest you wrap your bosoms up into brassieres and just fucking wait damn it.
The second, less funny but interesting thing, I want to talk about is Tucker Max.
Yeah, yeah get it out of your system now, 42 year old Todd finds Tucker Max interesting what a tard.
Fuck you, this is why.
Tucker, while funny and juvenile and <insert adjective here> is still Tucker there are, and I’m sure lot of fans know this, the moments where he’s really in the zone. You can see a lot of his influences and you can really appreciate what a great fucking writer that dude is.
This is what I just read,
“The rules your parents teach you to live by are very different than the rules the world actually runs by. Most of the conventional wisdom is not only wrong, it’s a lie told to us by people who want to control us. It doesn’t help us, it helps them.”
If you’re a Hunter S. Thompson fan and don’t see a lot of HST in that, try harder. I’m starting to discover I love rereading Tucker Max, just as I love rereading HST. Each time you reread it, you find something new. His stories are funny at first glance but, maybe more so in the later books, they have brilliant bits. I think I read that he was influenced by HST, and that fits, but …
But I need to go to bed, early mornings and all.