Tuesday, December 27, 2011

A Small Victory; Four Terrible Examples



First and foremost, I'd like to wish the lot of you the very warmest of holiday greetings. I hope your Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza and New Years were all satisfying. Thanks again for the continued support. I guess now is the prudent time to mention that even though my past two statements of regards for your holidays came across as very nice, I still fester with ooze at the majority of most people. Those holiday sentiments were very honest, but only to a certain audience - our followers, so please don't get the idea of that I'm going soft on humanity. Just feel honored that you get my little shreds of love, as opposed to my over-surplus of disdain.
Things are going okay. I'm at that point where I need to take my next step. My fun hobbies of playing music, writing jokes, partying violently, and spending freely have only gotten me so far in life. I'm officially done school and I literally don't want to do anything other than support myself and my hobbies, so I guess the next step is applying to jobs. The college degree looks good, but the criminal record doesn't help my chances when applying to be some hateful office drone (which I have no problem whatsoever doing for the rest of my life). It makes me think - wouldn't it be awesome to have a job that hopes its applicants have a criminal record? I'm not even talking about applying to be Coke Mule for the Torquato Cosa Nostra Family in Western Pennsylvania; I mean something legit. Just imagine.... "Well, it says here that you graduated from Rutgers University with a Bachelor's in History, but we here at Jewsenberg's Law Firm are looking for potential Attorneys that have at least two misdemeanor charges." "Well sir, I have three, and I've spent small stints in prison for repeat drug offenses." "...Say no more. You've got the job. Hell, you've got MY job. You start immediately. Here's $50,000,000." Unfortunately, life isn't that sweet.
In keeping with my themes of doom & gloom, I'd like to construct a small list in no particular order on four human reasons why this current world we live in isn't the place that it should be. Why life isn't that sweet, as it were.

1. TYLER PERRY
One of the reasons why LOBO and I are such good friends is because we often agree on similar issues. This is no different with Tyler Perry. Aside from the stereo-typical content for a particular Demographic of African-American audiences (not all Black people support this asshole), Tyler Perry rapes his own product by appearing in advertisements and previews for every aborted fetus he releases to the public. It reminds me of Bad Boy Entertainment in the mid-90's. Puff Daddy was all over his artists' music videos and even on the records themselves. After Notorious B.I.G. died (still on the shelf about Puffy's role in that), Mr. Daddy went on to sell millions of records with his own unique brand of the worst rap music I have ever heard in my life. Tyler Perry mirrors Puff Daddy in the sense that he just doesn't know when to go the fuck away. It doesn't help that his movies and TV shows commit felony rape to the viewer.

2. Maroon 5
I refuse to even post a photo of these guys. Although in some sense talented musicians, Maroon 5 has spent the past decade getting girls wet and making frat boys dance with uninteresting, abysmal music. I am unabashedly a lover of music and will give me honest opinion on anything. I did this with Maroon 5, and I immediately concluded that this was something I could never get behind. Now, on the cusp of 2012, Maroon 5 is one of the biggest bands in the world. I used to ask myself "How the fuck does stuff like this happen?"; but I know why. We let it happen.

3. Occupy Protestors
On paper and in the developmental weeks, the idea of a nonviolent collective camping out on WALL STREET and protesting against national debt, jobs, and Federal Government was pretty cool and interesting. The fact that this has gained momentum across the country is quite upsetting. There are trendy hipsters occupying Salt Lake City, Cleveland, St. Paul, Jacksonville, Santa Fe, Olympia, Boise, Philadelphia, and everywhere else. I have a message for people who feel the need to protest but aren't in New York City or Washington DC : write a letter or gather a petition and mail it to your respective member of General Assembly. Wall Street and DC are cool; anywhere else is just tacky, trendy, and unnecessary. If I lived in Toldeo, Ohio and I couldn't get to my job at the factory because a bunch of assholes are protesting that Toldeo's LEED-certified environmental program isn't Green enough, I would probably rape everyone I see while sobbing blood. Leave it to the big cities. Stop being an asshole.



Rosie O'Donnell
I'm going to take the high road on this one and not talk about it. If you know me, you're well aware of my hatred for her. I've spent at least 2 decades hating this woman. She is far and away one of the worst people that has ever lived. The day she dies from a massive heart attack, I will dine with her...in Hell.

Hope you all enjoyed this installment of SGI!!!
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It's only gonna get better. Here's to a good 2012.

Yours,
YAYO

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

You Are All Racists


I've noticed that black and hispanic comedians are always portraying white dudes as geeks. Uncool, funny-talkin', stiff-walkin' geeks. With their nerd-ass voice impressions like we all just give up lunch money to anyone with some ethnicity. Look at me, alright? I'm basically as white as it gets. I'm two shades up from clear...maybe three when you average out the tattoos. But seriously, I am a motherfuckin cracker.

(Which, by the way, is a dumb and shitty slur to begin with. Really? That's the best you got? Try again with your bitch-ass. Maybe something like world-raper...because that's what white people have been known to do throughout history. Trust me, I'm not happy about it either...but that's what's been going down until recent generations.)

But seriously, as white as I am...do I sound/look like a fuckin' nerd to you? I dare any of you unoriginal racists to be a little more creative. Yeah, I said racists. It's like people forgot that shit works both ways. Listen, if you are any color and you make fun of white people...it's viewed as funny. If you're white and you throw a race joke around...you're automatically in the klan.

There was actually a guy who wanted to make a scholarship for white kids to get educated...and they chastised him. The media labelled him as a racist. However, there are historically black colleges and affirmative action and all of that other crazy bigotry going on. That's bullshit, coach.

I am not a racist...my crew looks like a goddamn rainbow. That being said, I can assure you that my shit will get construed the wrong way by some tyler perry mothafucker looking to bring up some old shit. Let me tell you something...all those hardships that were atrocities to humanity...y'all didn't experience any of that. We're in a new millennium, people. Stop bringing up shit you had nothing to do with and earn your keep. I fought in a goddamn war to pay for what little college I have under my belt. The least you can do is let everybody get judged by the same standards and practices. I swear, you are all a bunch of morons.

...And by the way, I hope somebody comes up to me thinking all white people are scared little nerds. You will figure out quick, fast, and in a hurry that this little cracker will shoot and/or stab you in the face quicker than any spic, nigger, chink, or camel-jockey can even fathom. Wanna know why? It's because personality traits are not limited by the color of your skin. Please...try and say I'm wrong about anything I just said. I guarantee you will either walk away feeling stupider...or get carted away feeling bloodier.

@Kyle Grooms
@Tyler Perry
@Carlos Mencia
@George Lopez

...and many more that I can't think of at the moment. Yeah, I know it's all jokes...and I can respect that. However, I'm also allowed to think you suck at what you do.

 
Sincerely,
Ryan Sullivan

 
...Get Fucked.

 


Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Short 'n' Sweet


Here's the thing: Regardless of the extremely abysmal amount of things I have to show for myself, I'm actually busy as fuck 24/7. I won't bore you with the details....mainly because I can't. My bad. Deal with it.



So long story short, here's a bunch of shit I want to get off my chest. Maybe I'll elaborate on a few at a later date...maybe I won't. Only time will tell.




Sit up front and pay attention:

- It takes an average of $18 to get a girl drunk...$36 to have her blow you in the bathroom.

- Wearing sneakers will cause you to do everything faster.

- It doesn't matter how often you pepper in the news or documentaries. TV makes you dumb and lazy.

- Cartoons have sucked since the late 90's.

- Reality TV is....well....it's just awful.

- (did anyone catch that?)

- You are allowed to be racist as long as you aren't white.

- Tyler Perry is racist.

- Tyler Perry is not funny.

- Somebody please stop Tyler Perry.

- If you have a washable deck of cards, you are in college, in the military, an alcoholic, or any combination of the three.

- If you happen to be all of the above three catagories at once, you will probably die before you turn 30.

- College students are morons.

- Cocaine really IS a helluva drug. Use in moderation...but it's safer to just stick to weed.

- Chicks never buy weed.

- Religion is a tool devised by human beings to exercise control over other human beings.

- Scientology was written by a guy who wrote science-fiction novels.

- Twitter is pointless. (but uh...please follow our twitter thingy)

- If a man actually collects knives as one of his hobbies, never challenge him to a knife-fight.

- Show me a man who is good at poker...and I'll show you a man who would fuck your wife.

- Lists are easier to digest than essays.

- The best soldiers in combat are hellions back in garrison.

- Ninjas, Vikings, Pirates, and Rockstars.

- Andrew Jackson was the gangsterest motherfucker to walk the planet.

- The smartest people in the world have been called crazy at least once in their lives.

- Smoking does not affect your ability to run unless you suck at being in shape to begin with.

- Anything worth doing is worth taking the time to do it right....unless it's meant to be funny or possibly life-threatening. Trust me on this one.

- Sex is meant to be fun.

- Bar fights are childish and stupid.

- Bar brawls make men into legends.

- Dogs are supposed to be background music....not wear little sweaters.

- Yelling at people gets a lot of shit accomplished if you do it correctly.

- We don't actually live in a democracy.

- The only thing that will actually change a society is violent revolution.

- I rarely research anything when I know I'm right.

- I don't actually know what I'm talking about....ever.

- When you go in reverse, things come from behind you.


"Please, as your friend, don't take any advice from me."


Get Fucked.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Inexcusable


Sullivan and I got really hype on this blog. I feel like I've been slacking on my end of the bargain. He made a couple posts, gave us a Twitter account (@saulgoodinc), and has basically been putting in work. I really wanted this blog to happen. Thanks to Marcus Darpino and the boys at Mental Poison Live (@MentalPoisonRAD), our Facebook page has a respectable number of followers. We're still getting our feet wet with the Twitter page. Also, we have just under 20 followers on the blog. Some are friends, others are mutual Mental Poison people (friends, too), and the rest, I'm assuming, are just people from cyberspace. We're not even remotely at the level that we want to be at, but for those of you that stick around; as ever, thanks.

SO, I want to apologize for starting a blog, getting everyone hype for it, and then posting monthly. That shit will not fly anymore. I have excuses - i.e. school, eating pussy, drinking, procrastinating; but like the title, it is inexcusable, and won't happen again.

With that stated, I might as well let you know what's been up with me since I last checked in.

  1. I broke up with my girlfriend. It's cool.
  2. I campaigned for the 7th district assembly in Burlington County, NJ. Not because I'm even remotely political, but because they got this guy off the street and offered him a temporary job.
  3. I ran out of money. Like, I count change every night so I can afford a 40 of Steel Reserve.
  4. The Philadelphia Eagles are abysmal. It's to the point where I'd rather spend my Sunday watching women's professional anything.
  5. I'm just about done my semester. I have great hopes that I'll have enough credits for my degree, which I'll be receiving in May of next year. Far and away my most noble accomplishment.
  6. I'm sure there's a bunch of other shit worth noting; but let's be honest, it's shit nobody cares about. SO, I bring you to the highest point of the past month or so...
7. This mustache.

Notoriously known as a thoughtless prick, I decided to do something good in my life, for a change, and grow a mustache for entire month of November. "Movember", as it's called, is a worldwide phenomenon that features men in teams growing mustaches in hopes of raising money for prostate cancer research and various other health issues. As stated, I'm broke, so I raised
$0.00; however, I'm going to
neglect that and just say that it's the
thought that counts.

I've been eager to write this post and I'm glad I finally did. You can expect more to come. LOBO has been deeply philosophical with his posts, and I have just been writing about how much of an asshole I am. Though both formulas work for us, respectively, I think next time around I'm going to try and bring the funny. SO, in the meantime, stick around on Facebook- I'll be sure to share some funny pictures with you, follow us on Twitter, and ya know, thanks for the continued support.

Yours,

YAYO

@saulgoodinc
@MentalPoisonRAD
www.facebook.com/SaulGoodInc

Monday, December 5, 2011

The Best Defense is a Good Offense




I don't know where in the fuck this other glove is.

Granted, I've been awake for 72 hours straight, but I'm still pretty sure I packed it in the bag. I may only vaguely remember that shit, but it's enough that I believe it. However, I can't seem to locate this motherfucker while swerving through traffic on the highway. So I strap on my remaining thriller-glove, light a cigar and dance in my rearview mirror while flipping digits at every sorry human being I habitually cut the fuck off in traffic. Yeah, they have lives too, but I'm conducting technological orchestras on my phone over here... while grossly endangering their pathetic lives.

My bad I guess, I'm extremely impatient and forgetful. If I wanna write this shit down, you can die...I could give a fuck. Besides, I'm like James Goddamn Motherfuckin' Bond behind a wheel. Shooting gaps, J-turns and all kinds of other shit. Trust me, they're safe as long as they don't try to fuck up what I'm doing. I'm usually very considerate on the road...probably because I force myself to just chill out and not explode....with some of the most expertly beautiful road-rage typically executed by me. I am somewhat of an artist with that shit.

In the majority of my time on the road, I witness large amounts of other people just being dicks. The thing is, I'll never encounter most of those people on the road ever again. So, they totally get away with it. I embrace that. It's why I participate in that statistic on a regular basis. What the fuck is going to stop me if I'm fairly sure I'll get away with it? Nah, I'm gonna get mine too. I will cut your shit off this road...like, dangerously. I'll never see you again. Which also why I drooled a little bit while I was blatantly staring at your wife's miraculous rack (for real, it got that close). The fuck what you think, I will get away with this.

Give me a break though. It was a long weekend full of shit, fun, violence, alcohol, and other...

Now I'm home and bored. I think the best way to kill some time is to go fuck my hand like I paid for the night. I'ma beat my dick. I'ma beat my dick. Then make a sandwich at some point.

Magic me up some bitches. This mothafucker's on fire.


-"You should probably change up the whole crazy-ass hair and beard. Bitches are almost more frightened than intrigued. It looks kinda Manson-ish."

-"But... like... a sexy Manson, right?"

Friday, November 18, 2011

Just to Clarify....



There's pants on the horse

-"I like your hair."
-"I'm not gonna turn around because you won't be old enough by the time I get out of jail."
                                                    -Anonymous

There is a very fine line between an artist and a serial killer. I'm serious. I'm not saying all...but a large majority of serial killers (and other career lunatics) were fairly intelligent people. You almost have to be in that line of work. The unabomber was a professor at a goddamn university. He apparently had a knack for writing things down, making bombs better than Macguyver, and eluding the police for extended periods of time. So regardless of his crazy, he knew a lot of stuff. Women couldn't seem to resist Ted Bundy's charm right up until the part where he would start rearranging their insides (and not how I usually prefer to...no?...ok). The point is, if you're intelligent or talented enough, you are probably one step closer than most to hanging large numbers of people upside down by their toenails.

Why do you think people let rockstars, athletes and celebrities do whatever the hell they want? Yeah, we love being entertained, but we'll facilitate their demands so long as they stay on the safe side of eccentric. It stems from the hidden knowledge that at any point those people could snap and start collecting bones. Musicians get to trash hotel rooms so we don't have to read about them gutting people with spoons. Who's to say if some gracious soul hadn't handed Tom Brady a football somewhere back in time, that level of focus wouldn't have been centered on making xmas ornaments out of infants?

*To clarify, I've theorized that Tom sits in a dark room clutching a football for at least 2-3 hours out of every day...when he's not busy fuck-starting his blonde prize in a mirrored room.

Now I'm saying that to say this: I am far from intelligent. I can understand some shit and not die on a daily basis, but I'm no genius. I'm smarter than average...but not smarter than most. Basically, I put a lot of stuff on paper. I have ideas that I think are good....I write that shit down (you're reading this bullshit, right?). Now what if I were to snap one day and decide I want to make lampshades out of lungs? When/if they ever catch me, ....a lot of stuff is going to be taken waaay out of context. "Well, we found his manifesto stating that god told him to sacrifice the wicked an all that...but we also found a lot of dick 'n' fart jokes. .....We're working to establish the connection as we speak."

I'm talking about clarity here.

"Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob 'em. Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'm a problem."
                                      -DMX


Thursday, October 27, 2011

ONE STEP FORWARD; TWO STEPS BACK


I'm sitting here at the library listening to my iTunes with a ridiculous crossfade and putting everything else off in my life. I figure now is as good a time as ever to post a new blog.

Before we get to business I wanted to do some quick house cleaning. LOBO and I are giving this as much attention as we can and we're now on Facebook, as basically all of you know. Marcus Darpino of Mental Poison fame has kindly helped us get the name out there and build up a small Facebook following. I'm sure you already know this, but you can check his entertainment out at
http://www.mentalpoison.com
http://twitter.com/#!/MentalPoisonRAD , on Twitter.
Also, the daily views are building up and that's a great thing - now all we need you to do is "Follow" the blog. The ultimate goal is to make Saul Good Incorporated a household commodity, and following us is essential to that. With the exception of a few kind souls, our IRL friends just cannot be bothered with following our blog. They'll check it out, but won't follow it. Getting them to follow us is a lost cause, so I'm hoping that our new found growing internet community will be a little more willing to follow us.

With that hippie bullshit out of the way, I just had a couple silly things on my mind that I'd like to talk about.





I have been playing sports video games my entire life, and they have only gotten better with the advent of Superstar mode. For you broads and domesticated males that don't know what that is, it's basically your one chance in life to live out your dream of sports glory. You create an athlete and guide him throughout his career. The more games you play, the more attributes you will acquire. If done correctly and efficiently, you can enjoy being a successful superstar and all of its fruitful benefits. You can beat the Cowboys with Michael Vick. You can catch a Roy Halladay perfect game. You can pass around Lord Stanley's Cup with Chris Pronger and Jaromir Jagr (if you're not picking up any of these Philadelphia sports references, then we are on different wavelengths, and this blog isn't for you). The point is, you no longer have to dream about these things as a hopeful kid; you can virtually live them.
With all of this stated, I'm now going to explain why Superstar mode is the ultimate double-edged sword. Because of all the benefits you get from Superstar mode, you understandably disregard the ultimate kick in the mushroom tip about it - turning it off. That time when you have to stop playing for the night. In every Madden game I own, I am the great white running back who averages 175 yards and 2 TDs a game. I love every second of it. I have a great night of kicking ass for the Eagles and then before I know it, it's 3:00 AM. I save my progress, turn off my game, and realize the harsh reality of things. I'm alone in a dark room in my underpants. I'm overweight and hairy. No missed calls or new text messages. No money in my wallet or in the bank. My parents are ashamed of the man I've become. My best friend? Tequila. My best girlfriend? Nobody. Oh well... at least I can still dream. That's what makes Superstar mode so effective - it's a dream come true, and a hard lesson of life. When I head home, I actually have a big division game against the Redskins. Wish me luck...and I don't mean in the game.

One last thing....Human car wreck Amy Winehouse apparently died from alcohol poisoning. She was surrounded by empty bottles of vodka. According to reports, she was over 5 times the legal limit of inebriation at the time of death. What do I get from this? I wish more people I knew partied like Amy Winehouse.

Have a great day, cunts. Please follow!

Yours,
YAYO

Friday, October 21, 2011

TOP 10 - LOBO VERSION

This isn't normally my style, but it is too. As Mr. Tonezilla already said, this was supposed to be a collaboration dealy, but then we ended up not doing that. So, here's my half of this....


These are a few of my favorite things-

10) Pussy: As much as it pains me to admit it, it's no secret that pussy is...well it's just great. I don't even mean any one thing in specific. Just about every aspect of it makes my day. It isn't fair, but what in this world really is? Regardless, that stuff is awesome. Keep up the good work, ladies.



9) Porn: Not only can porn be utterly hilarious at times (Super Hornio Bros., Edward Penishands), but it keeps pussy in check. Sometimes you ladies get a little too complacent. You all tend to forget that after I bless you with the holy water, unless you want another shot at the title, I am no longer obligated to tolerate bullshit. Not only does porn get the job done more efficiently; but it saves time, money, and patience. If women weren't so feeble-minded about sex in the first place, porn would be useless. Yet here it is at #9.
-A therapist would say that I have a problem with women, but I actually do alright. Who knew?


8) Being James Bond: Unfortunately (or thankfully), this isn't for any untrained moron. However, if you can handle your business, it's rewarding as hell. I'm not saying work for any kind of bullshit government agency (yeah, it helps with all of those little legal quirks such as...laws...but fuck that). Act outside of the law. Get in a gunfight, rob somebody, lie to people, careen down the highway like a goddamn Hollywood chase scene; just live like you have all the answers....and back it up. Constantly shoot the gaps whenever you see them. Rockstars never die...except when they do....but nobody tells stories about the decaying suburban wad working in a cubicle.



7) Gambling: There's a reason it's lucky number seven. Gambling is awesome. Stamp it.

-I feel more words should exist here, but damned if I didn't sum it up perfectly.



6) Random Bouts of Decadence and/or Violence: Ever have one of those nights that can be tracked by large amounts of red pins on a 70's-era montage-map? Nights filled with bar-fights, booze, smoke, strippers, trashed hotel rooms and sporadic gunfire. Nights where you fought the law...and left it in a ditch somewhere. The real American dream.
(See "James Bond".... just sloppier and way less calculated.)



5) Fighting: Whether you are teaching someone a lesson or just enjoying a free show, people fighting are hilarious every time. Once you reach a certain age, brawls become idiotic and a little sad (according to most social norms). However, shit happens. There are people in every day of your life that seem to wear signs around their necks begging to benefit from a solid fucking-up. You are only cheating yourself if you do not oblige them.


4) Booze and Weed: I have these little miracles combined so I don't have to choose which one I like the best. I drink like a fish, smoke like a chimney....and so should you.
4(a)- Dropping E-bombs and riding on roller coasters. Seriously, to hell with sex, roller coasters are what that particular drug is made for. Finish reading this shit later...go find some E and rush to your nearest amusement park. You'll see what I mean.





3) Heavy Metal Music: It can inspire every other thing on this list. Talent, aggresion, sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. It's the soundtrack to everything fun in life. I would like to see large groups of people lose their fucking minds to coldplay or yanni. Not a chance. Even crappy metal bands are better than 90% of today's pop music. Fact.



2) Guns: They aren't for frivolous use, or they can be (up to personal preference I suppose). Either way, I'll be goddamned if anyone tries to catch me sleeping. I'd always rather just beat the life out you with my bare hands, but if you decide to pull a weapon, I will leave you where you where I see you. With the quickness. Also, if life turns shitty, you at least have options with a gun. Out of money? Not when your backup plan is a gun. Get creative.






1) Me: Seriously. Aside from all of the manic-depression and overly self-destructive tendancies,.......the drinking, the smoking, short temper, total lack of patience and generally shitty attitude; I'm actually not a bad guy. Check it- Physically, I'm a good-lookin' dude. In-shape, athletic, nice hair and funny tattoos. I run like the wind and fuck like a beast. I'm fairly intelligent, though it's mostly based on my ridiculous amounts of experience and not my vast worldly knowledge (...although I do have a vast knowledge of the world).

I'm a musician, writer, combat veteran, and just an all-around fun person to be around. I feel that no one ever wants to give themselves the credit they have earned over the years because it sounds arrogant. Well, sometimes humility can be like lying to yourself. If you've done some cool shit, the only people that won't want to hear your stories are the haters that can't measure up. I like everything I'm about and you should too.


(Disclaimer: Does not apply to everyone. Some of you are just toolboxes. Know your role.)




Now here are some things I kind of hate-


10) Coke: Not the soda. I know I know....she's my favorite little white girl too, but only for the first half of the night. There's a fine line really. The first half of the night you're rockin' n rollin'. Just make sure you fuck who you're going to fuck in those first two quarters, because a totally different team comes out of the tunnel at halftime.



9) Reality TV: Cultural garbage. I'm a goddamn sociopath, but I at least have my self-respect intact. Is your life so horrible that you need to run out the clock on your wasted life by watching random strangers and their idiotic, on-purpose drama? They never even called me back about my audition tape.




8) Politicians: Every last one of 'em is just a crook that is good with loopholes. I offer no way to fix it yet...I just know they are just the scum of the Earth. Trust me, I'm working on it.








7) Good Bands Who Begin to Suck: Metallica comes to mind. Just horrible. I'm all for getting paid, please go on and get yours. But there are obvious limits. Shitty is shitty, and unfortunately, you hear music. (Not to only pick on Rockouttica, there are plenty of offenders)









6) Religion: My invisible man in the sky is cooler than yours. Seriously, I've done a ton of research into religion...but it all just boils down to that eventually. Religion = tomorrow's mythology. Take responsibility for your own bullshit.









5) Shitty Cops: They probably got beat up a lot in highschool, so they need to exercise authority behind a badge and a gun. If I fucked something up, by all means, let 5-0 beat the shit out of me; I probably deserved it. But if you're just having a shitty cop day, I will ruin you. I know ALL of my rights... and I'm kinda smart. You won't win. Which leads me to number 4...







4) Getting Caught: ...for anything really. Big score or small change, getting caught in the act is the absolute worst. Depending on the severity of the situation, you can range from simply embarrassed (haha, whoops!) to contemplating ways to change your life (I really need to get my shit together). Plus people always want to judge you. I get it, I fucked my plan up and got caught; just get to sentencing my ass already. If I hear one more syllable come out of your condescending mouth, there are going to be a few more charges floating around here.


3) Being Broke: I'm talking broooooke. Some people definitely have it worse, but they don't always give a shit. I'm at least trying to make my life work. That added give-a-shit dooms you to an anxiety that'll cripple your soul....because you still have to "maintain" in daily society like its all good. Fuck the homeless, help my ass.



2) Running Out of Bullets: I'm just saying, if you are in a situation where you actually run OUT of bullets....that means you really needed them. Best of luck to you, Macguyver.









1) My Generation: And from the looks of things, the next one too. Most of my peers and 99% of the people younger than me.....are complete morons. Government, music, drugs, mischief, attitude, beliefs....all on the wrong side of bitchmade. My pops is one of the hardest men I've met in my entire life...military drill-sergeants included. He and all of his friends raised me in their image to handle my own business...which is apparently contrary to how everyone else raised their kids. Long to short, people these days just suck crates of dick. Statistically, you probably suck too. I'm not wrong.






That's it, I'm done. I probably meant most of this from the very bottom of my cold, black heart....and balls.

-Sully








Thursday, October 20, 2011

TOP 10 - YAYO VERSION














LOBO and I have been planning this blog for a while. We're still trying to figure this shit out so instead of our initial plan of making this blog a joint effort, we're going to post seperate blogs. Be sure to stay tuned for LOBOs.

This is going to be the first of many lists that I will be doing in some of my postings. I figure, why not start at the most basic of lists to give you an idea on who I am and what I'm about. LOBO Sullivan will probably follow suit with his work. I read his list, he read mine, and we both agree that we're on point. The important thing here is that you pay attention to our rankings, because we believe it's the right way to think. That's right, I'm telling you how to lead your life.

So, without further adieu, I give you

JASON'S TOP 10 BEST AND WORST THINGS IN THE WORLD

Ten Best

10. Fried Chicken – Not many things make me more content than a greasy piece of chicken. I’m pretty open to most options; Popeye’s, KFC, Church’s; even them grocery store pre-made shits. My love for fried chicken can (and probably already has) put a dramatic hurtin’ on my cholesterol , but at 26 with my whole life ahead of me to be unhealthy, such concerns are put on the backburner…or should I say, deep fryer.

9. Tequila – The Mexican poison can be clear or gold; chilled or sweaty; salted or limed; a big mistake or a great idea. You either enjoy it or are revolted by it. Tequila has never been a sober choice for me. I have never started my drinking day by saying, “Hornitos and nothing else; let’s go!” It’s usually a decision best made when I’m a few beers deep, or I’ve had some cocktails, or I’ve smoked a little something, or all of the above. The point is, whenever I get a shot inside of me, everything else that pisses me off (see Ten Worst) is eradicated. I’m just a messy exaggeration of my normal self, and life is good. Plus, after a certain amount of tequila, my testosterone will multiply, and girls start noticing me. OLE!

8. Pornography – This is self-explanatory. I don’t need to explain why porn is one of the best things in the world. I’ll just fill up this space by stating an observation – over the past 5 years, free internet porn resources have just been expanding every day. The options are limitless, no matter what your fap of choice is. That’s a beautiful thing.



7. Farting – There are still people in this world that I have known my entire life that are still too embarrassed to fart in front of me. I’m sure you (the reader) can think of someone that won’t even discuss, let alone publicly let out a fart. Maybe YOU are embarrassed by farting. Sure, there’s a time and a place to fart and not to fart, but let’s break it down – it sounds funny, it feels good, its foul smell can be a sign of proud humility or just pride, and, among the right group of people, can generate some laughter and good times. But let’s forget all of this for a second…farting is one of the best things in the world because not only is it a social taboo, but it’s something that we ALL do at least 17 times a day. Don’t fucking lie…just embrace it.

6. Getting Laid – This is a midway point because although sex is one of the greatest natural highs that one can experience, it isn’t everything. Plus, and I am guilty of this, many of us have had sex with someone that we wouldn’t brag about to our buddies. But we still do it, because it feels good, and it’s kinda funny.






5. Getting High – If this were a few years ago, my #5 entry would be #1. I guess time changes people. A drug charge doesn’t help, either. All in all, not many things compare to a peaceful puff.





4. SportsI wish we made the list longer, because I would love to subcategorize this one and give everything the attention it deserves. Baseball, football, hockey, basketball, boxing, wrestling, MMA –and all of the coverage involved. I live and breathe sports and sports news. If none of my teams are playing, my default channel is ESPN. When most people watch Action News, I watch Sportscenter. When most people listen to the traffic report on the radio, I’m tuned in to WIP. I take pride in my knowledge of sports and statistics, and I love talking sports with anyone and everyone. I used to play, and I can still throw down if need be, but as I get older I’m more into observing and studying. I’d love to be a coach someday. Unfortunately, my resume is dogshit.

3. Black Women – One of my future solo blogs will put all of this into detail. It’s a work in progress because I’m still figuring out how to put it into words. I’m not going to say much about it here, but what I will say is that when you think of interracial romance, you think of other scenarios before you think of a white man preferring a black woman. People always ask me Why I prefer to date outside my race, and I never have a credible answer for them. Why do you like ice cream? Why do you like Pepsi? Why do you like scratching your taint when nobody is looking and then smelling your fingers? The same reason why I prefer black chicks. WE LIKE WHAT WE LIKE.

2. BeerMy relationship with the World’s most versatile drink has never been rocky or tumultuous. Ever since the first drop hit my tongue as a young man, I knew it would be a lifelong friendship. I’ve always enjoyed drinking beer; lots of beer throughout a time period, and it’s a hobby (not addiction) that will follow me until my liver blows up all over my small intestine. After working with beer, I have learned to appreciate all different types from all over the world. I have learned that beer just isn’t the greatest drink in the world; it’s the greatest drink in the world. I’m a broke man currently closing up on a college degree, and all the money that the state loans me has gone to legal fees. Whatever spending money I do have goes to beer. I even cut out cigarettes and gas from my budget so I can continue drinking beer. I’m the greatest beer drinker I know, and a dream of mine has been to get a beer drinking team together. SOME people (most broads) don’t appreciate it, and that’s fine. I know of its importance to the world. I feel like I’m doing it a disservice by not making it #1, but I think I made my point on it. Cheers.

1. Music That I LIKE – Again, if the lists were longer, I could dedicate more time to the best and most important thing in the (MY) world. Old school hardcore punk, thrash metal, death metal, heavy metal, gangsta rap, underground rap, alternative, classic rock, bluegrass, and all 3 waves of ska have helped me get through every day of my life. If it weren’t for music, I don’t know who or what I would be.






Ten Worst

10. Waking up – This isn’t a “Woe is me, I hate being alive” thing, either. The literal act of getting up in the morning is one of the saddest moments in one’s life, as they know that they can no longer go to sleep. It doesn’t matter how great your life is, nobody ever dons a shit-eating grin when the alarm goes off. When you get past waking up, everything can be cool again.

9. Sobriety – I wish I never experienced inebriation, because at this point in my life, I can’t function sober. Sure, there are days and nights when I go without a drink or a puff – but not many. I’m sure if I haven’t blown so much money/decisions on getting fucked up over the past decade, I may be in a different, better place in my life right now. With that stated, I played the sober game for the first 15 or so years of my life, and I have learned over the years that it’s not for me. Being “clear-headed” just isn’t my game. I think Ozzy put it best during one of his first go-arounds with kicking his habit : “Sobriety fucking sucks.” Ozzy is a stronger man than I for fighting his vices, because right now I’m just too young and hard-headed to worry about mine. Fuck being sober.

8. Diarrhea – This is another vintage Yayo example of stating the obvious. Having the Green Apple Splatters is never a good thing. Plus, unlike vomiting or fainting, you don’t feel good immediately after it leaves your body. In some instances, you feel worse. A D-Spell can ruin your entire weekend. Tips on avoiding diarrhea? None, because I love tequila and fried chicken; two great contributors, and voiding that is just too much to ask.




7. Skunks Verminous, disgusting creatures. If you live in a suburbanized community somewhat near any water source and plenty of land to burrow under, you know all too well about these overgrown, furry rats. I’ve lived in a very skunk-friendly area for a while now, so I have done my research. They can’t see shit, they have a limited amount of sprays, and are terrified by disruptive noise. All in all, if you’re looking to have a backyard bonfire and you live in a skunkzone, you always have to keep an ear and an eye open, because a direct skunk spray to your clothes/skin will RUIN YOU FOR WEEKS.

6. Television – With the obvious exceptions of anything sports, American Dad, or AMC (Original programing actually done right); TV is an absolute waste of time. Read a book or go outside or get drunk. Make some moves in your life. I know you don’t care, but the bullshit you watch is only going to make you a worse person than you already are.



5. Smartphones – I hate the fact that I have to use a cellphone, but I love the fact that it’s a piece of shit. I refuse to have one single gadget that will enable me to order pork chops from Shop Rite and buy a Larry the Cable Guy ringtone at the same time. We have a lot of great technological resources and they should be used wisely, but they’re not. We’re never happy with the amazing devices that we have in our pockets. I hate to sound like a baby boomer, but there was a time when we got our rocks off by playing stickball and beating the shit out of the Middle Eastern kid. Everyone was better off.


4. Clothing – Of course if I wasn’t male, big, slightly hairy and slightly overweight, people other than me would encourage my liberation to nudism. I hate everything about clothes; the way they feel, the way they look, the way they look on others. I even hate the social contract of proper attire; fashion, the latest styles, and all the people who try to emulate and one-up each other by blowing their paychecks at Old Navy, or whereverthefuck. One last thing – if we all have to wear clothes, at least let us wear what we want. If a grown man was walking down my block dressed as Baby Huey, I would salute him and all his kind. You may think he’s a freak, but he’s no different than any of us.




3. Getting Arrested – I used to think that I was invincible. One tiny mistake can fuck up your plate for years. Do you even need me to explain this in any further detail?



2. Nasty Break-Up – I’m man enough to admit when I’m just pounding a hoodrat, or when I’m in love. To those unfortunate fellow fellas (The are no women on the internet) that have invested more than their cock with a woman which then develops into the truest gift in the world; only to have it shattered over petty shit; I feel your pain. There’s no worse feeling in the world than having a girl you feel for tell you that she’s done with you. You may try to get it back, or you take the smart route; swallow hard, pour a shot, swallow harder, and break faces.

1. People – Hipsters, Guidos, Jocks, Juggalos, Mallrats, Prostitutes, Pimps, Johns, Politicians, Religious zealots, Protestors, Activists, Conservatives, Liberals, Gay bashers, Gay supporters, Gays, Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Africans, Doctors, Lawyers, Cops, Criminals, Judges, Nazis, Jews, Celebrities, Humanitarians, Philanthropists, Abortionists, Anti-abortionists, Racists, Anti-racists, Writers, Musicians, Rapists, Pedophiles, British, Irish, Italians, Rednecks, Drug dealers, Bikers, Truckers, Street racers, Hunters, Fishers, Teachers, Principals, Students, You, Me, Your parents, My parents, Everyone you know, Everyone I know; and everyone in between, you all make me sick. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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