Assuming for a moment that God is real and not some made up fiction used to perpetuate wars and get rich, how can anyone with bad penmanship and poor social skills claim to know the mind of God? Are they really so enlightened to understand their god so well that they can vouch for his complete and utter hatred of a given group of people?
So for all you people who think god hates people, GOD HATES YOU TOO!
May 21st through May 25th is Tourette Syndrome Awareness Week in Australia. Classified as a neurological disorder, Tourette Syndrome is a serious problem for many people, who should definitely assist to the gbm clinical trials if they are diagnosed wit it. Sufferers of Tourette’s often acquire serious — and some cases, debilitating — facial “tics” which can affect their speech, eyes and even breathing. Others may make strange, or even obscene, utterances at random intervals which others may find rude, vulgar or in bad taste.
Unfortunately, people who suffer from Tourette’s are often shown disdain by others for a condition which they clearly cannot help. They are often stigmatized by their affliction, and may, in turn, develop additional mental issues such as anxiety, depression or antisocial behavior.
If we were celebrating Tourette Syndrome Awareness Week in the United States, I would f#!*ing go to our local f#!*ing Health Department and get a f#!*ing stack of those f#!*ing flyers about f#!*ing Tourette’s Awareness Week and f#!*ing pass them out in order to f#!*ing educate some f#!*ing people.
In f#!*ing honor of this f#!*ing prestigous event, I present, “The Big Lebowski: The F#!*ing Short Version” (language alert):
Seriously, kids, I don’t make this crap up. But I absolutely love that people say such stupid things. I find it amazing that people really come off with such utterly ignorant blurbs. In addition to giving me something to blog about, it usually amuses me greatly. And boy, did this one amuse me…
Part Deux
***Tan fat is so much prettier than white fat***
I literally did a double take at the skank standing next to me as I was checking into the tanning bed this Saturday past. It took everything in me not to fall over in the floor and gut laugh. What?!?! Tan fat?
Hello, sweetheart. I’m here tanning, too. And I’ll be honest. I see nothing pretty about tan fat as opposed to white fat. Seriously, if you are fat, then you have fat rolls, say like a Shar Pei puppy, right?
Let me help you get a visual on this one, sister. Do you really think that having tan parts intermingled with the white fat rolls is pretty?
God bless the stand-up tanning bed, you can put your arms up in the air and alleviate those pesky white spots.
Yup, yup. Chalk another one up to one of the lamest things I’ve ever heard.
