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Arlington Cathodick

Hello, I am a student at Arlington Catholic, the most angelic school in all of Massachusetts. Besides the fact that our students contribute to more than half the vandalism, crime, littering, and illegal drug use of Arlington, we still consider ourselves superior to the students of Arlington High School. Why, you ask? Mainly because we believe in God. No wait, let me rephrase that: our parents believe in God; we just go to AC because they make us. It’s alright though, because going to a Catholic school guarantees me a trip into heaven, no matter how many girls I rape. In short, I am better than you because my rich Christian parents pay for me to go to a rich Christian school.

One of the major classes we attend at Arlington Catholic is math. Oh sure they have the same math class at Arlington High School, but our classroom is cleaner, our books are newer, and we can all afford the T9 calculators that the poor kids at AHS can’t. I like to believe that since we aren’t learning mathematics from a boring old teacher—but from a boring old nun—the words are coming straight from God’s mouth. Hell (Am I allowed to say “hell”?), half of us don’t even believe in God! But that’s alright because we have money.

We do not learn science at Arlington Catholic for a few reasons; the foremost being that God created all creatures on earth as they are today, and the second reason being that we are rich. Rich people do not need to learn where we came from or what happens around us. All we need to know is how much money we have. But since my parents want me to grow up to become a devote Christian, I have to lie to them and tell them that I love God. And to show you how much of an asshole I am in real life, I have laid out all Ten Commandments to demonstrate how many of God’s rules I have broken.

1: “You shall have no other gods before Me.
I refer to the majority of my friends as Gods. For example, Jimmy O’Neill scored the winning shot in the basketball game last Tuesday and we all called him a God.

2: “You shall not make for yourself a carved image–any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.
I have a poster of Carmen Electra in my room that I worship every night before going to bed. Sometimes I have dreams about her that make me wet the bed, but I’m too much of a dumbeass to know what that means.

3: “You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.”
I was saying “holy shit,” “Jesus fucking Christ,” “Oh my God,” and “God damnit” ever since I could speak. I think I picked it up from my Uncle Troy; he’s a meth addict.

4: “Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.”
Last Saturday me and all my friends got drunk, high, and packed lip.

5: “Honor your father and your mother.”
My dad’s an alcoholic and my mom cheats on him with our gardener.

6: “You shall not murder.”
At the age of 9 I spent my summer days burning ants with a magnifying glass. Then one day my friends and I caught a rabbit under a trashcan; we slowly lifted the side of it so that the rabbit stuck its head out, and then we all jumped on top of the bin! There was so much blood!

7: “You shall not commit adultery.”
See Commandment 5

8: “You shall not steal.”
Since we spent all our money on Skoal, my friends and I stole chips, Twizzlers, and Cheetos from Stop&Shop when we got the munchies.

9: “You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.”
We accused our neighbor of smuggling drugs so that he would stop calling the cops on us.

10. “You shall not covet your neighbor’s house; you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor’s.
After my mom was done fucking the gardener, she had sex with the neighbor in his house, the neighbor’s wife, both the neighbors’ servants, and most of our neighbors’ house pets.

Even though I have broken all Ten Commandments and get worse grades than most of the kids at AHS, I am still confident that I will get into a good college. I could get straight C’s and receive a scholarship to a college that an A student at AHS wanted, simply because I have more money than them. Not only that, but my experiences at AC will help me through the rest of my life when I will actually have to steal food—only this time it will be to survive. Because when I wind up a homeless bum on the street, I will have nothing in my pockets, and nothing in my wallet. The only thing I will have is a saying that my teachers told me when I attended Arlington Catholic: What Would Jesus Do?

But as for now, who cares? I’m rich.

Monday, July 30, 2007 Posted by bizzoony | Comedy, School | | 4 Comments

Tough Guys Don’t Wear Pink

The following is a list I have compiled of certain articles of clothing that should not ever be worn by a man. I’m not even sure why they made these clothes in men’s sizes; maybe they just had a surplus of material or someone thought it would be cool to look like a faggot.

For each article of clothing I will try to include a picture. I do not necessarily suggest that you look at the picture (for fear of your retinas burning), but you should try to recognize the clothing to know that you should never ever wear anything like it. Let it be forewarned that most of the pictures in this are graphic, and if at any point you feel uncomfortable during the viewing of this article you may stop at any time. And if at any during the viewing of this article you begin to feel all tingly inside, that is just you turning into a woman.

Finally, for all the styles shown, I will provide a high school level grade. I am going to see if the total score of these styles can precede my present GPA of 2.4.

1.   GUCCI Glasses

GUCCI is an Italian brand of fashion ranging from leather jackets to leather purses; from leather wallets to leather shoes. In fact, the only thing that isn’t leather is their dumbass sunglasses that they make people wear. On girls the glasses look alright, but God forbid they leave anything just for women. Ever since the women’s rights movement, women have wanted to be treated equal. So they feel that if they are forced to wear retarded sunglasses, men should too! And because of that, we now look like this.

What’s worse is when guys wear the glasses around their necks like necklaces. A kid in my math class did that and I would cringe whenever I looked at it. Oh yeah, it’s a good thing you paid $250 for those glasses around your neck, we wouldn’t want your throat to get the sun in its eyes.

Everyone knows that the only type of sunglasses anyone should wear is Aviators. Throughout the history of the universe, all dedicated men have proudly displayed Aviators on their face. We don’t need guys running around in athletic glasses that decrease their hydration decomposition while maintaining their endurance stability or whatever. We need men that know what is right and what is wrong. And Gucci sunglasses are wrong.

 Grade: C+

2.   Ripped Jeans

Whoever thought it would be “hip” and “cool” to wear jeans that were broken was a dumbass. “Hey, let’s take pants that people usually throw out and make them buy them!” And not only are they available on the shelves, they’re too expensive for me to even buy! The marketing ploy is simple: tackle hobos off the street, steal their clothes, and price them at $150 in Abercrombie.

When I go out with friends, I want to look somewhat civilized; not like I just painted a house. My pasty white legs rarely ever see the light of day and I don’t want people looking at them. And lastly, I don’t even want to know what shirt that guy is wearing in the picture, provided it’s actually a guy. And if it is, he needs to button his pants and buy a belt.

Grade: D+

3.   Fishnet shirt

Once a fabric used for marine survival, fishnet is now a not-so-stylish brand of clothes that only faggots wear. People who wear it are generally described as lonely, friendless, abandoned, isolated, and Gothic.

The only plus about the fishnet shirt is that it is one of the few articles of clothing that eliminates race. No matter what skin color you are, all of humanity can join together in their fishnet shirts and look like total rejects. I’m not even sure what occasion would be appropriate for you to wear a fishnet shirt. My only guess is a wrist-cutting cult meeting or a My Chemical Romance concert. All I know is that if you wear a fishnet shirt, you deserve to be in the bottom of the ocean. But then again, we don’t want to pollute.

Grade: D-

4.  Pink

Women wear pink. Cute puppy dogs wear pink. Even small rabbits have pink bows around their neck. The above information proves that the color pink is associated with weakness, hence it not being a man’s color. The man in this picture is hopefully part of some bowling team, because anyone who thinks they are cool enough to pull off pink are faggots and should be raped in jail.  Also, that guy looks somewhat like Robery Deniro, which is another reason why he should be raped in jail.

The only thing worse than a guy wearing pink is a guy wearing a pink shirt labeled “Tough Guys Wear Pink.” No, tough guys do not wear pink. Tough guys wear police uniforms, aviator sunglasses, and bathe in lava. If you wear pink, you probably take frequent bubble baths, refer to things are “spazmatic,” and listen to Jesse McCarthy.

I hear that if you wear a pink shirt for too long, you start getting a monthly period.

As if things couldn’t get less witty and tough than the “Tough Guys Wear Pink” shirts, some retard released a pink shirt which read “Don’t Laugh, This Is Your Girlfriend’s Shirt.” That saying might be funny if you were to say it to someone, but when written on a shirt the entire meaning is lost.

Think about it logically. Let’s say, hypothetically, my girlfriend had a shirt that read “Don’t Laugh, This Is Your Girlfriend’s Shirt” on it. That would mean that my girlfriend was either expecting to cheat on me and bought that shirt beforehand, or she was in fact a lesbian who hooked up with your girlfriend who bought the shirt beforehand and then gave it to you as a present. And even if my girlfriend had that shirt (which she doesn’t because I don’t have a girlfriend and I would break up with one if she bought that shirt) who’s to say that she would chose that shirt to give you? Why not a different colored shirt; maybe one that doesn’t make you look like a homo.

Grade: C+

5.  Vote For Pedro Shirts

Granted, Napoleon Dynamite was a funny movie—specifically the dancing at the end. And even though everyone walked away from the movie with flawless pickup lines (“Are you drinking one percent because you think you’re fat? ‘Cuase you’re not”) and remarkable insults (“Idiot!”), one of the things that should have remained in this movie were the shirts.

Not once have I ever walked down the street and thought “Hey, that kid wearing the Vote For Pedro shirt is really cool!” This is because if you wear a Vote For Pedro Shirt, you are not cool. You are a loser who watches Napoleon Dynamite too many times. I don’t even think that girls should wear this shirt. No one should wear this shirt; it is off limits to anyone. If anyone gave me one, I would use it as a rag to pour chloroform on and kill them.

Grade: B-

6.   The Man Thong

Everyone knows that every man cherishes the same thing. Something that he holds so dear to him, he would chose even over his immediate family. Without this, a man is no longer a man, but simply a confused blob mindlessly wondering the earth. This treasure, of course, is a man’s PlayStation.

Just kidding, it’s his penis. And every man thinks that he has the biggest penis of all. This of course is not true, because Chuck Norris has the biggest penis of all—with me finishing second and Vin Diesel in close third. And even though every man thinks he has the biggest dick ever, at no point should he be allowed to display his man-gina so openly. If a woman wants to look at a guy’s package, look at it. Don’t stare at a bulge that might be in a guy’s pants. It could also be a crease in his jeans; or maybe his phone. Maybe it’s not even a guy at all and just a very masculine woman who stuffs a cucumber down her pants and poses as a man so that she’ll be able to get a better paying job. I guess that last option would make you a lesbian. You dike.

Grade: F

So, let’s tally up the scores!
C+ = 2.5
D+ = 1.5
D- = 1
C+ = 2.5
B- = 3
F = 0

GPA= 1.75

I’m assuming that if you were to put all of these fashions together at the same time, you would look similar to Richard Simmons, so I am going to just say that I am smarter than him. So Richard Simmons, if you’re reading this, Go Away.

The reason I post up things like this is to help you. I want to warn you that doing anything you just saw or read about is illegal, and you will be sentenced to a firing squad if you attempt to wear any of the fashions above. Also, you should know that I have no idea how to calculate GPA, and also that I am probably not smarter than Richard Simmons. So as you walk away from this life-altering article, just remember that if you wear Gucci sunglasses you’re a flamer; if your jeans have intentional rips in them you have too much money, and that you should always always always—no matter what the occasion—Vote For Pedro.

Sunday, July 29, 2007 Posted by bizzoony | Comedy, Something | | No Comments

Return Of The One-Liners

Actress and celebrity icon Nicole Richie may be sentenced to a year in prison for charges of DUI, possession of marijuana, and driving with a suspended driver’s license. In order to preserve the slight amount of innocence Nicole has left, the producers of E! Network have stated that her trip to jail is just another episode of The Simple Life.

In order to prevent the inconvenience of broken glasses, researchers are building new spectacles from the same materials as NASA space ships. Scientists say that the new glasses will be stronger, more durable, and “able to enter the earth’s atmosphere traveling at 28,000 mph.”

As baseball phenomenon Barry Bonds approaches Hank Aaron’s career home run record, numerous fans are upset. Many have criticized Bonds of using illegal steroids, withdrawing from the MLBPA, and having a womanly voice.

With the new Harry Potter book out, nerds across the world are overjoyed to discover what happens to their magical hero. If any nerds are reading this now, let me help you in your book-reading experience by saying that HARRY POTTER DIES AT THE END OF THE BOOK. GET OVER IT.

Michael Vick’s football career could come to an abrupt stop with charges of illegal dog fighting, which would send the quarterback to prison for forty years. Arthur M. Blank, owner of the Falcons, and the Atlanta judge agree that the charges would be dropped if Vick had simply made his dogs fight members of PETA.

The Simpsons Movie has finally come in a last attempt to convince people that the Simpson series is still funny. In an interview with a well known film critic, he was quoted saying, “worst movie ever.”

New England quarterback Tom Brady finds himself in a public scandal with his ex-girlfriend giving birth on the same day of his girlfriend’s birthday. In an attempt to prevent drama between the ladies, Tom has decided to offer his child as a sacrifice to his girlfriend for a birthday present.

Apple’s new Iphone has become the biggest gadget in America with over 270,000 sold. Apple advertisers insist that the phone will provide reliable email, internet access, video viewing, camera shots, music sound, and Wi-Fi connection. However, the advertisers mentioned nothing about actually talking on the phone.

Four people were killed when helicopters from two TV news stations in Phoenix, Arizona, collided while shooting a police chase. Reporters state that although the accident is tragic, it was the coolest thing to happen in Arizona since the 2001 World Series.

Rumors of a forth Indiana Jones movie are true, with the movie planning to be released in May of 2008. In the film, actor Harrison Ford will attempt to recover a stolen ancient artifact from bandits equipped with only a knife, his trusted bullwhip, and his Viagra pills.

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Saturday, July 28, 2007 Posted by bizzoony | Comedy, Movies | | 6 Comments

Bizzoony.com Is An Overrated Piece Of $h*t

AIM is a huge part of my life. I think it plays a major role in most middle school, high school, and even college social lives. People use it to keep in touch with friends far away, it enables you to talk to multiple people at a given time, and it also allows you to talk dirty to a girl without her knowing who you are. With AIM, awkward situations are eliminated, social lives can be saved, and—most importantly—you can talk dirty to a girl without her knowing who you are.

I am such a big fan of AIM that I am signed up on their email list. Now, thanks to them signing me up without my consent, I get a daily email showing me what new plugins I can download to surf the net on my wristwatch. Just last week I received an email entitled (and this is true) “ROTFL With Funny Uncut Video” that showed a hilarious clip of this old woman walking her dog. After viewing the film I could not help but LOL and LMAO while ROTFL and PAOTF. Every week I gratefully except these emails and thoroughly search them for vital information that will assist me in my social life. And when I don’t find any, I delete them.

Today I got an email with the subject reading “Stay In Touch Wherever You Are.” Reluctantly, I opened the folder and saw an article titled “Computers Are Overrated.” I thought it was a little strange that an industry based off of a computer would be calling them overrated, but I read on. And I’m upset that I did. The first sentence read “Being a couch potato may get a bad rap, but there’s nothing wrong with it in the IM world.” Ahh yes, the IM World. A mystical land where rainbows and butterflies dance wildly across the flowery fields and frolic with unicorns. A world where a couch potato is treated like royalty while the overachievers are discouraged and deemed “hooligans;” a world where smelling good is merely a preference and where everything logical is overrated. The prime minister of IM world is the biggest couch potato in the world! Many argue that he isn’t even human and may in fact be a genetically altered potato! In IM World, real people are overrated.

The article continued, “stay in touch with your buddies in real time right on your cell phone, without leaving the comfort of your bed, your car . . .” Granted, you can only stay in touch with your friends if they are also in the IM World, otherwise your phone bill could reach estimates of fourteen zillion dollars. But it doesn’t matter because you’re in IM World!!! In the IM World, phone bills are also overrated. In the IM World it is encouraged to be the scum of the earth! Not only is there nothing wrong with being a lazy fat ass, but you are encouraged to loot, rape, pillage, and steal as much as possible. In the IM World, everyone’s a winner!! Just don’t leave your couch.

Because I’m such an adult, cultivated, and generally mature person, I spend the majority of my Friday nights talking to middle schoolers online. For some reason these kids get a hold of my screen name (probably because I regularly post it up on this site) and feel that it’s alright to talk to me. Don’t get me wrong; I appreciate people talking to me online and commenting about how they like my site. I just despise it when little kids keep talking to me thinking that their life in interesting enough to entertain me.

IpretendMyParentsHitMe2bCool52: yo

RandyQuenchVFM: Hey, do I know you?

IpretendMyParentsHitMe2bCool52: ur site kix @$$

RandyQuenchVFM: Do you mean that my site kicks ass?

IpretendMyParentsHitMe2bCool52: yeh

RandyQuenchVFM: So why did you say “@$$”?

IpretendMyParentsHitMe2bCool52: my parents dunt want me swearin

RandyQuenchVFM: So, hypothetically, if I were to curse, you wouldn’t be able to talk to me anymore?

IpretendMyParentsHitMe2bCool52: yeh

RandyQuenchVFM: Fuck.

RandyQuenchVFM: Shit

RandyQuenchVFM: Tits

RandyQuenchVFM: Bitch

RandyQuenchVFM: Asshole

IpretendMyParentsHitMe2bCool52: dnt do that ur a luzr

RandyQuenchVFM: Ball Sack

As you can see, I will do anything it takes to get rid of these middle schoolers. Because if I don’t, I will find myself in the middle of a conversation about how much their life sucks in 6th grade. Generally the guys are cool, and they try to share stories about how they hooked up with the hottest chick in their school. But since, they’re only in 7th grade their complacent stories are more like, “yeah, and then when she was tying her shoe, I looked at her boobs.” Whoa, slow down there Ron Jeremy. What I hate the most about talking to these kids is how they intentionally abbreviate their words. A word like “because” is not hard to spell; it’s seven letters. There is no need to go “bcz” or “cuz,” just spell the damn word. Likewise, “your” and “you’re” are tiny little words and do not need to be substituted with “ur.”

But it’s not even that. It’s kids who deliberately take the time to abbreviate things just to say cool. For 11 years of his life a kid was taught to spell the words “What Is Up” correctly. Then in 6th grade he gets AIM and he’s suddenly going sup, wuz up, tsup, and, my personal favorite, wats ^. I know for a fact that these words are less convenient to type because I was one of those retards searching for the up arrow in order to ask what’s up in a cool way. That is why I have no friends and manage a poorly written blog.

Lastly, if your parents find some way to check your AIM conversations and discourage you swearing, don’t even try to swear. If you’re mad at someone, tell them to go away. Don’t go and act tough while censoring yourself because it doesn’t seem very threatening when your conversation is like this:

iuzed2runtrak: kiss my @$$

ilistn2gunit247: Go screw urself

iuzed2runtrak: ur a piece of $h*t

ilistn2guni247: Shut the heck up u B%&@#

iuzed2runtrak: Go to H-E-Double hockey stick!!!

I think that is really all the beef I have with AIM. Besides the fact that it controls the majority of our lives and without it we would have approximately three friends; but that’s just a minor detail. So if you walk away from this post with nothing else, just remember these three things:

1. In the IM World, there is nothing wrong with being a couch potato.
2. If you’re a middle schooler, a very immature high schooler, or just someone who likes to complain a lot, under no circumstances should you ever IM me.
3. Computers are overrated.

Sunday, July 22, 2007 Posted by bizzoony | AIM, Comedy | | 2 Comments

Pokemon, Bringing America Into Poverty Since 1995

I went into school early the other day, which means that instead of walking with my normal group of friends, I met up with Jeremy. Jeremy, for those of you who don’t know, is not only freakishly obsessed with Bob Dylan and Phish, but is notorious for being able to run the two mile in 49 seconds. While walking with him, we discussed insightful topics including how fast the school year flow by, different forms of cheating on tests, and how much it would suck to be Brazilian.

Then, out of nowhere, Jeremy let out a territorial howl, dropped his backpack, and scampered under a car grabbing for something. My mind raced as to what the fortune could be. Money? Jewelry? Bin Laden? But when Jeremy rose from the ground he was clutching something far more valuable than any treasure. He held in his hand an icon of youth, something so precious in sentiment that no money could ever equal it. He was in possession of an original Pokemon Card.

The card was of Cubone, an unknown Pokemon that only few remember. Many people only recognize the main Pokemon; those being Picakachu, Jiggly Puff, and Charizard. But it’s not just the Pokemon that was so great, it is the memories we all shared as Pokemon opened our young minds to the hardships of compulsive gambling. So with Cubone being my motivation, I have decided to break down the Pokemon addiction and painstakingly explain why it was such a big hit, how it was such a big hit, and how it contributed to the hatred everyone shares towards women.

In 2nd grade I opened my first Pokemon deck, and the whiff of potential victory had me hooked. I really don’t remember whether I got into Pokemon on my own free will, or whether it was pushed onto me by the Arlington drug dealers; all I know is that I couldn’t get enough of it. I needed to have more cards; better cards. I started researching statistics, studying stronger cards, and gossiping about who had what. All my time was dedicated to Pokemon and every cent I earned went towards another pack. In a word, I was addicted.

Most people—and by “people” I mean girls, seeing as how Pokemon engulfed the lives of every boy in North America, China, and Japan—asked why we devoted every moment to buying Pokemon cards. And the answer is simple: we wanted a “rare card.” A rare card is a special card that the manufactures of Pokemon make less of in an excuse to sell it for 19 times the price. This card is usually no better than all the other cards besides the fact that there are only 7 of them world wide. And because there are so few of these cards, eager collectors like me are willing to chance getting it by purchasing hundreds of booster packs. Or, for the rich kids—or as I like to call them, only childs—you can obtain a rare card on Ebay for the small price of 350,000 dollars.

What made rare cards so frustrating was that no one understood them. Every time I would beg my mom to bring me to buy cards, I would have to remind her that if I ever obtained a rare card, I could potentially become ruler of a major plot of land, like, for example, Russia. Similarly, when I was out on the playground bargaining with other guys, girls would always ruin our fun. “Why do you boys do that?” they would ask in a whiny, snobby tone. What girls didn’t seem to comprehend was that Pokemon prepared us men for the real world. It showed us that the world wasn’t going to hand us our ambitions on a silver platter, and that if we ever wanted to achieve the goals we set for ourselves, we were going to need to do so by buying millions of booster packs. Girls, on the other hand would never understand this way of thinking because they were too busy playing “Double Dutch”; something that will never help you in the real world no matter what profession you chose. Unfortunately, we couldn’t inform the girls of their naïve mindstate, because at that time girls were dangerously infected with the cootie virus, preventing us from ever going near them. Nevertheless, it is safe to say that 4th grade girls were the downfall of the Pokemon phase when they started collecting “cute cards.” The disgust of women managing to bring looks into the fierce environment of Pokemon simply made it unattractive to us. Nice going bitches.

I learned many life lessons from Pokemon; the main one being “no trade backs.” This was something you yelled once you made a good trade on the playground. It simply confirmed the fact that the card you just traded for could not be revoked. It know that the no trade back speech varied from state to state, and I would love to hear what it was in your school, but at my Elementary School it was—and this is true:

I call no tradebacks no recalls black magic, white magic, skull and crossbones in the skeleton’s tree house with the chest closed.

And if you were uncertain about an exchange and thought you may want your card back, you yelled:

I call tradebacks no recalls black magic white magic skull and crossbones in the skeleton’s tree house with the chest open.

I suppose certain versions would be longer and shorter, but it didn’t really matter. Once a trade was made the two collectors would just holler out any sound he could in order to confirm the deal. It usually went like this:

Kid 1: Okay, so I’ll trade my Zapados for your Blastoise.

Kid 2: Okay deal.

Kid 1: I call no tradebacks no recalls blgatchuzigunskijuctioncroilingkthchen!!!

Kid 2: Are you choking?

Another life lesson I learned is probably the most controversial one, but in my opinion the most sensible: The Pokemon Gameboy game should be used to elect government officials.

When I was in 4th grade, my mom attended a kickboxing class every Saturday. Whether she went to it to get in shape or to protect herself from the savage rapists polluting Arlington, I don’t remember. All I know is that every Saturday my mom would drag me to the kickboxing place and leave me in the basement while she exercised. Luckily I wasn’t alone, and there were six or seven other love-deprived children whose mothers also hated them enough to lock them in the cellar. Now, normally a basement full of young kids surrounded by kickboxing equipment would lead to smack-down battles and pummeling wars; ending when someone started bleeding. But thanks to the Pokemon Gameboy games, we did not quarrel; we didn’t even yell. Instead, we set up our own little government. This kid Nate Lim was the President because he had the strongest Pokemon, Mike Lence was the Army Commander because he could beat the bosses the fastest, and I was the Treasurer because I had the most Pokemon. That’s right, you heard me: Pokemon turned a basement full of rowdy 4th graders (well, Nate was in 6th grade) into a fully functioning government; arguably better than the one we have now. We had no wars, no protests, and if anyone wanted to run for President against Nate they would simply link consoles and duel. If it was up to me, George W. Bush would own Pokemon Blue (five bucks says he already does).

If the world found a way to stop battling over oil, land, and religion and learned to solve their problems through Pokemon, we would all live in a better world. Rare cards would be the currency, card shops would replace banks, and girls playing Double Dutch would be the annoying people we curb stomp. America would no longer be a feuding country split between Blue and Red parties, but rather a feuding country split between Blue and Red Gameboy games. We will swap our corrupt government for a functional, kickboxing-basement government. And after we have made that exchange we will all gather together and yell “No tradebacks no recalls black guttrijkantanousjumanchitomotuquild!”

Monday, July 16, 2007 Posted by bizzoony | Comedy, Joke, Personal, School | | 12 Comments

How To Be A Douche Bag

In life, people can choose to adopt many different types of personalities. The options are countless, and rage from attention-craver to loner; fitness freak to alcoholic. For example, if you wanted to live your life as someone people looked up to and idolized, you would become a burly, husky construction worker who feeds on raw bacon and cholesterol. Likewise, if you want to achieve your own personal satisfaction while being hated by everyone, you would strive to grow up like Derek Jeter.

Your overall personality is not chosen out of a list, but is determined throughout your life based upon actions you take at specific moments in your life. To help you better understand this theory, I have broken down the choices a vegetarian makes throughout their life that causes them to be so snobby and stuck-up.

Age 3: Eat your first piece of meat and realize that it is the greatest food on earth. Try to make your own beef by throwing your toy cows into the blender.

Kindergarden-7th grade: Eat beef, chicken, pork, lamp chops, beef jerky, bacon, sausage, steak, prime rib, and even Kibbles & Bits without a care as to what animal it came from, what part of the animal it came from, and how many children that animal fostered.

8th Grade: Watch a graphic movie about what people do to the animals before they cook them. Vow to never eat meat again.

8th Grade-College: Destroy your body by depriving it of fats, proteins, iron, and testicles. Instead, inject it with life threatening foods such as fruits, vegetables, and tofu. Claim that you can’t eat meat because it makes you feel sick, where in reality you hide Slim Jims under your bed. Insist that it’s okay to eat fish because they don’t have feelings.

College: Hypocritically taunt vegans saying that what they are doing is pointless. Mock the vegans by drinking milk with your scrambled eggs. Then get pissed at the guy next to you for eating sausage.

Occupation: Join the Peace Corps and become an animal rights activist. Spend all you’re your money buying animals that are about to get slaughtered to add to your farm. Parade around the street in front of butcheries with cheesy signs saying “Meat Is Murder” and “Dorks Eat Pork.” Due to lack of sufficient funds, ride a bike.

Hobby: Research different forms of torture animals go through while being killed for their meat and use your pointless statistics to try to convert people to being a vegetarian. In conversations, bring up animal cruelty regardless of what the original topic was.

Death: Die at the age of 38 due to malnutrition.

By following these easy steps, you could become a vegetarian. Not that you would want to, because a) no one has ever respected a vegetarian, ever; and b) tofu tastes like cardboard. In Illinois, a state law is trying to be passed to revoke the civil liberties of vegetarians like, for example, the right to vote. The state claims that vegetarians are, “hardly human.”

But vegetarians are not our topic of choice. I am here to teach you how to develop the most intricate personality there is. This personality is for people who enjoy being hated, go out of their way to annoy people, and believe strongly in what their opponents disagree with. This person feels that negative attention is the only cool form of attention, and thinks that kicking an old person would be the coolest thing ever. I am going to teach you: How To Be A Douche Bag. Depending on how closely you obey my intense training rules and specific directions, your douche bagginess can range from that of Jason Garfield to that of Bill O’Reilly.

Unlike personalities that demand an early start (for example, most alcoholics are born with a beer in their hand and begin picking bar fights as early as 18 months), becoming a douche bag can start anytime in middle school. Here, all you have to do is what I refer to as “girl calling.” This is when you and a bunch of your guy friends are all chilling when you a get a call from a group of girls who want to hang. Whereas most guys would simply proceed to the girls’ house and take their hook up chances there, quality douche bags will call girls beforehand. “I call Julie!” you would yell as you darted up from your chair. This would prevent any of your other friends from trying to hook up with Julie because you “called” her. If you want to be a super douche bag try to declare ownership of multiple girls (like, for example, all of them), or claim the girl your friend likes.

Throughout middle school, make sure to describe everything as “Old School” and hint upon every major stereotype there is. Drop pennies in front of Jewish people, accuse all Mexicans of being illegal, and challenge every black person to a high jump contest. Try to get a little creative with your stereotypical insults (“Hey, you’re Asian right? Can you help me with my Rubix Cube?”). Lastly, establish everything you do as the best thing that could have ever been done. Make sure the world knows that because you drew a house in art class, no one will ever be able to draw a house anywhere as “Old School” as that.

In high school, being a douche bag becomes easier than not being one. Everyone is mean to each other and cockiness finally reigns over self-consciousness, making it an ideal setting to be a douche bag. What you need to do is out-mean everyone. What I mean by “out-mean” is that if someone is unkind to you, you find a way to turn the tables and be more unkind to them. This can be done in many different styles ranging from verbal abuse to rape. If someone makes fun of your bad report card, you make fun of something much bigger like, for example, the fact that they’re poor. If a girl criticizes you of cheating on a test, criticize them of being a whale. But no matter how hard you try to respond to evil threats by making eviler threats, all the hatred can be eliminated by spreading rumors. In high school, the only thing that spreads faster than rumors is herpes—which is also a key flaw to tease someone of. Basic rumors are as follows:

  • Having sex
  • Not having sex
  • Having herpes
  • Being gay
  • Liking Bon Jovi

However, douche bags do not fall to this level of mediocrity. In order to out-mean everyone, you must spread complicated, complex rumors that will permanently cripple your enemy and cause them to move schools. A perfect rumor should—at minimum—make your opponent cry in the bathroom for days upon end, and should most certainly ruin their weekend. The following are flawless rumors that I have constructed after multiple years of trial and error:

  • Having an alcoholic mother who beats you and your step brother while your father goes out and sells drugs.
  • Being forced to make money on the street selling scarves that your family wove out of hair.
  • Being illiterate.
  • Having the resort to cannibalism after your dog ate your entire farm’s crop.

Also, in high school, hygiene becomes a major factor and can be the difference between a ladies man and Bob Dole. What true douche bags do is comment directly on peoples’ lack of hygiene, and then out-mean them when they try to respond.

Douche Bag- Hey Victoria, I think the entire class would prefer it if you moved your desk outside of the room. The fan is blowing your horrid B.O. right towards me and I just had lunch. Thanks.

Victoria- Oh shut up! You’re the smelly one who just came from gym!

Douche Bag- It’s called Physical Education, Victoria. God, you’re so ignorant.

Likewise, most douche bags choose to separate themselves from the other smelly students by wearing too much cologne. Although I personally think this method is a little costly (most people go through a can a week), bathing in rich French cologne can make people think you are truly better than them, and it also leaves a wake of odor behind you that is usually worse than B.O.

For students who really appreciate the feeling of power and would especially like to consider themselves smart, disagreeing with what everyone says is a major douche bag chore. In high school, many beliefs are going around with which people strongly agree. The best way to be a douche bag is to firmly believe in the complete opposite of these viewpoints regardless of what your real outlook is. Unfortunately, this tactic requires research, studying, and—dare I say it—reading books. For example, freely join the Christians Club and then argue that science out-rules any of the bible’s stories. If you want to read a book, you can dispute that the first cells were able to be created by certain chemicals combining and not because some old guy wanted to make a tree. Refer to God as a “poser” and accuse the other members of being too insecure to believe that we are the most powerful thing there is.

If you would rather not read a book but still want to make fun of Christians, argue that Adam and Eve’s children were forced to reproduce by themselves; making everyone on earth related. When they say that this is false, you can then violently lunge at a girl in the group in an attempt to kiss her, declaring that if she’s not your sister you have every right to fornicate her. If the Christian members try to debate you with calm and collected words while using bible quotes to back up their points, get frustrated and throw a chair while yelling “YOU’RE MAKING HULK ANGRY!!!” Lastly, exclaim that you have found the Lord before convulsing on the ground and foaming at the mouth.

Another great thing I enjoy doing is joining the Ultimate Frisbee Club. As we all know, Ultimate Frisbee was a sport invented by college hippies so that they would feel athletic. At my school, the same thing applies only the nerds actually have a league in which they compete, which makes them feel even more like they have privileges. A fun thing to do with a bunch of your friends is join this team midway through the season. Seeing as how you and your friends are the only people on the squad who have come on complete contact with a girl, you will be accepted, praised, and maybe even made captain. Then, while playing Ultimate Frisbee, aggressively check and tackle opponents. When they inform you that what you are doing is illegal, ask if they want you to get them elbow pads. Then just keep right on abusing your competition! Finally, when they kick you out of the game, steal the Frisbee and run around with it, arguing the entire time that you can do what you want because “it’s a free country.”

If you feel like it, you can attend college, but it’s not really necessary unless you enjoyed being a douche bag so much in high school that you want to do it for another four years. But college education is not needed for your ultimate douche bag job: A Flight Attendant. As a flight attendant, you can sail the skies and travel to exotic countries that other people can’t afford to go to; so you tease them. A common greeting for old friends is, “Oh hey how’ve you been? I just got back from Aruba. I went there for free.” When your friend reflects upon a recent vacation they just came from, inform them that you have already been there multiple times and it is now boring. Also, as a flight attendant, traveling passengers depend on you. They look upon you for instructions, food, and reassurance that everything will be okay. This is why yelling “OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” is always a good douche bag thing to do. When people ask if the pilot knows that he’s doing, tell them that he’s just been a little different since he gave up cocaine.

As a flight attendant, your middle school stereotypes can come back into play this time in the form of terrorists. Stand silently next to an Arab passenger and forbid them from getting out of their chair; maybe even follow them to the bathroom. When flying to a foreign country, command the passengers to speak English, and refuse to assist them unless they do. If they start yelling at you in their native tongue, cut them off by screaming “I PLAY FOR KEEPS,” Ricky Bobby style. And lastly, make sure to ruin the on-flight movie.

As a hobby, douche bags can choose from a vast selection of options. But sticking with the “I’m-the-best-thing-ever” theme, an ideal douche bag hobby is to praise another famous douche bag. But don’t just praise him, worship him. Incorporate him into every conversation you have, make him your AIM screen name, and get at least two posters of him in your room. When people go to condemn your idol, rebut with physical beatings and take shots at their mother. Insist that that no one will ever be as cool as your hero, and make up fake stories about them. Make sure to use the words “Old School.”

For those of you just beginning and who aren’t cultured enough to choose your own douche bag, I suggest admiring Dustin Diamond. Some of you may know him as Screech from Saved By The Bell and others may remember his pornographic tape. But one thing is true: he is a Class-A douche bag. On the Vh1 show Celebrity Fit Club that I watch (insert gay joke here), he took being a douche bag to the next level by calling people skinnier than him fat. What an inspiration! This man was dirt poor, selling home-made pornos on the street to pay for his house, and he’s making fun of other people. I don’t think anyone else would be able to pull it off.

And finally, every good douche bag needs a good way to die. When you die as a douche bag, the key is to not die of something lame like a heart attack or a stroke or cancer. A true douche bag will expire of old age. But not just the pathetic lying-in-your-bed-with-a-smile-on-your-face old age death; a dedicated DB will die while doing something that young people do like, for example, sky diving. Imagine the look on your tandem partner’s face when the 84-year-old man strapped to his stomach stops screaming and goes limp. But out of the infinite ways to perish (water skiing, being in a mosh pit, juggling chain saws, etc.) the best option is to die while on the highway. First off, nothing is more annoying than a senior citizen fighting for life on the freeway, but when you actually die driving, the chaos you will cause will be inconceivable. Simply use your last few breaths to swerve violently to the left, crashing into the guard rail right after your passing. This way the collision will not kill you, but will most likely injure all of your passengers (this is why being a bus driver is a good douche bag employment option too) as well as block two crucial driving lanes. People are late for work; they get fired; go home and beat their wife; get a divorce; and become a raging alcoholic. Old School.

Now that you know the exact steps to becoming a douche bag, you are free to go out in the world and reign over the pathetic “good guys” of society. If you are already out of middle school, dedicate your freshman year to catching up. If you aren’t that good at spreading rumors, maybe have a friend help you. Just make sure that your cockiness is used as a weapon to out-mean and out play all your opponents, and in time people will begin idolizing you as their douche bag hobby. And if all else fails, become a vegetarian.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007 Posted by bizzoony | Comedy, Joke, Personal, funny | | 1 Comment