We tried their way. We tried apologies, capitulation, and shame. Now it’s time for them to try something: GET OFF MY LAWN.
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We tried their way. We tried apologies, capitulation, and shame. Now it’s time for them to try something: GET OFF MY LAWN.
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Copyright: © 2020 Gavin McInnes
I start out talking about how productive you can be and if it's predetermined. I also ask if taking drugs like Adderall can change that amount which gets me on a tangent about being introduced to the drug by Johnny Knoxville and what it was like hanging out with the Jackass dudes. It was fun because they'r'e fun. There's a moral there and it's simple: Don't do drugs. OK maybe do some but know you're just borrowing from tomorrow's productivity.
What was supposed to be a funny episode about all the cute things my five-year-old does, quickly spirals out of control and becomes an angry old man rant about water, elaborate drinks, and the fact that 100% of kids in America are addicted to staring at various screens. If they're not playing a video game they're watching a video of someone else playing a video game and this constant over stimulation is leaving them with no creativity and unable to play like normal kids. It's an epidemic and it's destroying an entire generation's childhood.
This is a very serious episode about jokes and what's happened to them. Political correctness has infiltrated all of comedy now and the result is sketch comedy, stand-up, movies, and TV are only allowed to offend one group: kids. Comedy is still wildly offensive but only in regards to that group. The end result is the bits become even more disgusting because you're seeing comics handle blacks, Jews, gays etc with kid gloves and then treating children like they're human garbage.
Initially my teachers thought I was gifted but after doing a few tests, they realized I was borderline "special needs" and put me in a class with the dumbest kids in the school. The strange thing about this class was it also included kids who teachers just didn't want to look at. There was an autistic kid, a hemophiliac, and some random chick dying of cancer. They all had good grades but they made teachers uncomfortable so off to the Special Class they went.
In today's episode of "Living in the suburbs" we meet a weird dude who's been meditating and praying in front of my house. After confronting him and assuming he was a complete mental patient, I saw him being normal at a bar where a black guy stormed in and threatened to kill us all, first with a baseball bat, then with a gun.
I begin the show celebrating the 35th anniversary of my favorite temper tantrum: the time George Brett attacked a ref for calling off a victory due to some stupid rule about the bat. Then we examine the time Brett got food poisoning and poo'd his pants. This strangely segues into guns and what it would be like to be a ghost.
In this cockamamie theory episode, I posit the assumption that you need to be at least tangentially associated with the Mediterranean to be good in bed. Girls from Montreal are good lays because they are originally French and the south of France is on the Mediterranean. Girls from Toronto, however, are not even remotely linked to that body of water and despite having kick ass bodies, they do not know what to do with them.
This was the speech I was going to do for my parent's 50th Anniversary party but my dad kiboshed it because he said his friends are 70 now and they don't like swear words. Oh well, his loss is your gain.
I start off laughing at sleepwalkers and all the stupid stuff they say but this somehow drifts into a talk about 9-11 and what it was like in NYC that day. Then it gets all heavy and I start crying like a little bitch.
I had food poisoning the other night and I can't help but think it was my history with LSD that enabled me to overcome the last barf session. This leads to a discussion about the long term effects of hallucinogenic drugs.