Showing posts with label wrestling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wrestling. Show all posts

5.02.2008

The Care And Feeding Of Proles

As of the time of this writing, I have two live-in poors of my very own. Fancy has one. This is your penultimate guide to maintaining their health and marketability.


1. Proles Are Not Like You: Where To Find Your Lower-Class Roommate
The proletariat can be found in many places, since in America they outnumber the typical suburbanite by about sixty trillion to one. They can even be found, with a little patience, in your own neighborhood, usually walking around and marking their territory with spray-paint cans. If you search all the graffiti-able surfaces in your neighborhood and cannot find any of their spoor (which is an anagram of poors), try putting an old piece of furniture out on the sidewalk as bait. The proletariat cannot resist free furniture, which they use to decorate their nests in order to attract a mate.

2. The Lower Class Is Not Housebroken
Not to mention nearsighted. If you do not provide proper receptacles for the endless amount of junk that your very own poors can produce, and place those receptacles right next to where they sleep, they will just throw things out of the nearest window. I am not kidding. Ever since I began keeping my little transients, my front lawn is now home to beer bottles, bolt cutters, syringes, and the occasional partially demolished automobile. The purpose of placing all this waste in plain view is part of the vagrant's evolutionary need to set borders.

3. The Derelicts Love Food
But they cannot digest most normal human foods, like vegetables, foie gras, and botox. Instead, your working-class poor will wait until night (when they are most active) and then search your pantry for low-nutrition prepared foods, leftovers, and beef. The proletariat cannot eat enough beef, preferably raw. I once took my poors to the Bonnie Springs petting zoo and showed them the longhorn cattle; they immediately jumped up in the air like in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, except instead of kicking each other's asses they fell on the cow and started taking huge bites out of it. I tried to leave them there and go back home, but the near-homeless also have the magical ability to find their way home, even if you leave them in a drug rehab center in Newfoundland, several thousand miles away from anything worth doing.

4. Transients Naturally Live In A High-Drama Environment
If you don't have cable television, especially a channel that receives WWE, then your pet proles will immediately begin making their own drama, because they cannot live without it. Drama is how the proletariat gets its exercise; without drama, proles will go into hibernation. If you visit a trailer park, you will notice how as soon as a slight disagreement is reached, the working class will emerge from its nest and begin fighting as publicly as possible. This is another reason for them putting things all over the front lawn: they will require these items as they throw them at each other. This is also why vagrants are not monogamous; although they occasionally 'marry', this is usually a means of generating more drama further down the road.

I hope you've gained some valuable insights into the workings of your very own live-in proletariat. With proper care, you can keep them from picking up horrible, life-threatening diseases, like socialism. And remember: badly-treated working poor often leave home, where they are thrown into pound-like "detention centers" and "drunk tanks". Make sure to leave them pomade, to help them grow a shiny coat. In return, your poors will give you several years of entertainment and poverty.


10.12.2007

Mommy Dearest

Dear Josh:


I hear you're moving back in with mom. Good for you. Once you get past the shame of the situation (which I hear increases with age, and let's face it - you're not getting any younger), you'll realize that a zero-rent situation is probably one of the best things you can face in the current bombing housing market.

That being said, there are doubtless changes that will have to be made to your lifestyle. Gone are the days when you can sit on the couch in your dadundadaas watching The Rock beat up John Cena (or whatever horrible uterus vomit they show on WWE nowadays). Not because your mother hasn't seen you in your underwear, obviously, but because it's no secret how hugely aroused you get when watching teh wrestle.










Things You SacrificeThings You Get Instead
Eating filthy fast foodCrusts cut off your sandwiches
Sex with an actual personFree internet
Staying Up All Night Watching CableStaying Up All Night In Your Room
Coming home late and slamming your door with the satisfaction of a homeownerComing home late and tiptoeing into your room
Crazy people next doorHearing your parents have sweaty old-people sex
Your own bathroomNever running out of shampoo
FreedomAdvice
A long bus ride to workAn even longer bus ride to work, complete with a bus stop in a really bad neighborhood where people cook meth right out in the open
Inviting friends over whenever you wantMeth

8.24.2007

Wrestling Is Not Entertainment

Dear Josh:

Wrestling is not entertainment. I understand how it can seem to be a portrayal of the survival of the fittest, on a superficial and completely braindead level. But it shouldn't be watched. It is, in fact, completely unwatchable.

Many people speculate on whether or not wrestling is real or faked. This is like asking if a bowel movement is relatively well-formed; it is not worth asking. Wrestling is faked. And it is overwhelmingly retarded. It is surprising how many professed 'homophobes' suddenly raise the crane at the sight of two grunting oiled men rubbing each other gently.

Drama, when done right, can be suspenseful; beautiful; exciting. Wrestling is not drama. That screaming and grunting and hateful bickering before somebody makes a 'surprise' chair hit? The one that happens at least once every week? That's put in there for a reason. It's so the mouth-breathers who watch wrestling can remember that there are two men, who have gay-sounding names like 'The Penetrator', who want to fight each other. Damn it, it's used to JUSTIFY the fact that they're basically going to have violent homoerotic sex on national television. You can see the exact same thing happen a block away from the Hard Rock Casino, in the alley behind the Gypsy Motel. Except those guys only make $10 per session.

I don't know why you get so excited, like some sort of ritalin-enhanced ape, whenever this happens. You literally scream and jump up and down. The concept of naming moves is not a new thing. Video games do this. Cartoons do this. Heck. Normal people do this. Remember the 'Locomotion'? The 'Running Man'? The 'Roger Rabbit'? Do those things make you think of gaysexuals? Because the men who did those dances, in my opinion, were the kind of men who tended to have loving, tender sex with each other.

STOP. Just please, get a better hobby.