Fun Facts! about me

I believe people who post anything about Leg Day should have their legs mummified with a dozen rolls of duct tape. Try putting pants on like that. Terrible experience. The best/worst part is it’s always the people with legs like Spongebob posting those stupid mirror selfies that should have died in 2004.

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Backpacks are my favorite human add-on. Backpacks with extra straps are my favorite backpacks. Sometimes I worry my girlfriend thinks I’m checking out another girl, but it’s really all about me and the backpacks. I own three at the moment, but am always keeping an eye open for strays that could use a good home.

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Exhibit fuckin’ A

Sometimes I try to communicate telepathically with my dogs and convince them to wink at me. I only succeeded once out of a few hundred attempts, on the very first try. I almost fainted when our yellow lab Natchez slowly, deliberately, winked at me and then looked away like nothing happened. It makes me even more convinced that dogs are human souls stuffed inside furry, four-legged bodies.

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When those bitches at the park were fiending for the bone but they don’t know you nutless

I used to really want an afro as a kid. Everyone I ever saw who had an afro just looked so cool to me. Of course, I eventually grew up and realized that an afro may very well not be the best look for me.

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Why yes, I did use the same outline of an afro to give myself more beautiful eyebrows and facial hair than I could ever hope to grow.

I love memes. I spend hours poring over the Internet’s finest (or, as it’s called by the street youths of today, “dankest”) memes and have developed what has to be the keenest meme-sniffing nose this side of the Atlantic. I once sniffed out a dank meme from eight Instagram accounts away.

I peed in the corner of a busy nightclub one time. I was super sneaky about it: I faced the corner with my phone up to one ear and my pinky in the other (like that would somehow help me hear the person on the phone over the unce unce unce unce)and kept shaking my head periodically to mimic an avid conversation. I felt like the Daredevil.

Well, that’s about it. The only other Fun Facts! I really have are that I’ve owned eight different color combinations of a single Adidas shoe and that I’ve always wondered if growing my butt hair to sasquatch-length would be a turn-off (a good thing) in prison.

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Not as big of a turn-off as I thought…

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New Nukes because the Old Ones Didn’t Come in Blue

It’s all fun and games until someone pushes the Big Red Button.

I wonder if there is a designated button that is rather large and red for the President to press, or if I’ve just convinced myself that it’s just one of those stupid Snapple facts which may or may not be made up (although I’m sure there’s a Snapple fact with the answer).

In case you missed it, President Obama recently announced his plan to spend one TRILLION dollars updating our nuclear arsenal over the next thirty years. If you want to read about all the details, Google it. If you want to read all about how stupid an idea it is, click this:

http://www.nti.org/gsn/article/analysts-1-trillion-us-nuclear-weapons-plan-too-costly-implement/

First of all, let’s start with the absurdity of updating a NUCLEAR ARSENAL. What do the new ones get? A few different color choices and maybe some heated mirrors? I could understand why you’d want to update some nukes if they’d lost their ability to wipe humanity off the face of the earth, but this just makes us look like we’re trying to have the best fireworks display of the Milky Way.

One of the main goals of the “update” is to arm a whole bunch of shit with nuclear weapons: boats, submarines, and planes. I guess it’s no longer convenient or fast enough to obliterate humanity from the plain old ground.

Fortunately, there is a solution, not only for the nuke problem, but for widespread violence as a whole:

FaceFlags.

Simply put, everyone in the world should buy a completely custom flag designed any way the individual wants it, with one catch: each flag has to carry emblazoned upon it the owner’s face, smack in the middle of the flag.

Think about it. No more will we take so much pride in the Olympics; in the fact that people born in our area are way better at pole vaulting than all the people in a different area.

Instead, nobody will ever lose their friends in a crowd again. Forgot that girl’s name at the bar you’re at? Good thing her name is in block letters right on her FaceFlag above her head.

I should mention here the method I propose of handling these FaceFlags, because expecting all of humanity to carry their FaceFlags with them at all times would be absurd. Instead, I propose the FlagPoel: spelled that way because that’s just the revolutionary mindset we have here at FaceFlags.

The FlagPoel, put quite simply, will be the exact same thing as the flag ATV riders use when riding in the desert, but with an attachment to clip onto a belt.

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I’ve already received six hundred thousand orders for FaceFlags, so get yours today by sending me $40 and never doing any sort of independent research to determine whether FaceFlags are real or not.

Do your part, because once everyone has a fully-customized FaceFlag of their own, nobody is going to want to get nuked and risk some idiot in a submarine vaporizing the best $40 they ever spent.