My wife and I were discussing the fact tonight that we know a bunch of stuff that is going to die with us because we can’t pass it on to our kids. We can’t use the “N” word, and we can’t disparage minorities anymore, even though we are now the minority. But the biggest WTF was when we realized we wouldn’t be able to pass on all the cool shit we said when we were kids.
The block in our road is called PC, or political correctness. No longer can you say, “Fatty, fatty two by four, can’t get through the fricken bathroom door.” Since the current “Fatty” is protected because they have a medical problem that now classifies them as obese. Nor can you say, “yea, I nigger rigged it”, or “nice nigger rigging”, when someone takes some shit and puts it together with shoestrings and bubblegum. Now it’s called MacGyver, as in You MacGyvered the shit out of that….
But, we decided that the one we are going to miss the most is “Stare hard Retard!” Man I loved that one when I was a kid. It later evolved into “Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer?”, but let’s be for fricken real here; “Stare Hard Retard” is a classic. It really says it all, you know what I mean, the person is staring at you with their mouth open and a little bit of drool starting to form in the corner of their mouth. They really don’t have anything to offer you other than their adoration for your good looks or prowess on the football field, and they aren’t even good looking enough to be your second string F*ck of the night. In other words, they are the guys and girls that heard “Stare hard Retard”, from the Jocks and Cheer Leaders as they drove off to the Keggers after the game.
If you were one of those people, I don’t really apologize, since you were a loser, but if your hot now, and still want an old, has been jock, drop me a line and I’ll do you now…
Man I suck. No wonder I’m Mayor of Loser Town. Wait, that’s Mayor of Idiot Town to you loser. LOL