Do you SEE what that is? Do you SEE it? It's an Ed Hardy window thingy for your car. For your CAR!
As if you couldn't get enough of Ed Hardy wrapping his overpriced fake tattoos in high end cotton all around your bulging muscles and your fake tits, you have placed him in the windshield of your Cadillac to protect your red leather seats and dash from sun damage.
Fuck yes.
Ed Hardy should have been a Wal-Mart line. Anyone else agree with me? Yeah, I thought you did.
My life is comedy-saturated at the moment. I've attended shows 5 of the past 6 nights. Multiple shows on some of these nights. Seriously. I actually managed to get some sleep last night. This morning, I felt normal and energized and I could actually work.
Speaking of work, if you look closely at the background of that pic, you can see the gorgeous surroundings of the industrial area that I work in. Every day it takes my breath away. Usually because of all the fumes from the semis. Or the warpath of prairie dog roadkill that I have to face on my drive to and from work.
I'm starting to believe that no animal can really be THAT stupid. Imagine you're a prairie dog. Over the course of your short, pointless rodent life, you've seen multiple friends, lovers, and most likely close relatives die by Firestone tire. And yet, you think that perhaps your little legs are faster. That you can beat the Mac truck barreling down that road. That you can make it!
Well, you fucking cant. And when I have to watch you drag your half-smashed body to the side of the road to die, it really bothers me and ruins a good hour of my day. If rats can learn how to play basketball, I'm pretty sure you can learn that crossing the road is a bad fucking idea.
On the other hand, I am never more disturbed than by the driver who barrels through animals like it's a joyous occasion. I once saw an Acura speed up and take out a family of raccoons crossing the road, when they had ample time to slow down and let the cute little family with five or six little babies finish crossing the road. I was 17 yrs old, and it was incredibly traumatizing. I cried for days about that one. Sick fucks. So I share equal anger with the asshole that could stop and doesn't as for the dumbshit prairie dog that doesn't stop and should.
Well, this has been an uplifting entry. Sorry guys. In other news, oil is still spewing into the Gulf and perhaps destroying a good part of that area's economy, natural habitat, and hope. So there's that.
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