Why is this?
Because I'm just not that fucking funny. It's ok, really. I've come to accept this and I'm at peace with it. I'm really just more of an angry prick. And this blog here, it's less of a vehicle for my humor and more an out-patient therapy mechanism on which I release (all over it's face!) my pent-up aggression from not getting laid.
So by now you (read: no one) are probably looking at the title of this post and asking "Why are you so offended, G?" Well I'll tell you why. Today someone called me a "funny guy." It's not important who, at this point, but I'll tell you this, good sir... You are a filthy fucking liar and I won't stand for it! If one person calls me funny, then, all of the sudden, there are expectations. And if there are expectations, I will most certainly not meet them. It's in my DNA. I come from a long line of failures and I'm quite proud of it.
BUT, if there are no expectations, and then you chuckle during my lengthy explanation of why SPAM is the superior spiced meat alternative (FUCK YOU SPURKEY), then I've succeeded. But if you go on to tell others about how funny that weird bearded guy who sleeps under the desks in the research department is, well those people will have expectations. And when I randomly scream "KILL WHITEY" in their faces, not only will they think I'm functionally retarded, but they'll think you're a total dickbag too, for laughing at retarded guy.
So you can call me lots of things... Crazy, racist, lunatic, rapist, cripple-fucker, Burt Langcaster, etc... BUT DON'T CALL ME FUCKING FUNNY!
Love,
G
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