When it comes to war, everyone must choose a side. No, you can’t sit on the fence and never commit to anything. People who do that are called PUSSIES. And the only thing a PUSSY is good for is getting fucked.
Right now, a battle of epic proportions is being waged. Sooner or later a side will emerge victorious with enough power to affect society as a whole. This post is your opportunity to learn the important details and choose where you stand. Lines need to be drawn, facts need telling, and the pretending has to stop. Choose wisely whatever side you rally with. The men and women who will fight alongside you are putting their lives in your hands, it’s only fair you give them your utmost support and unshakable commitment.
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It’s not the quite the new month yet, but I thought I would go ahead and change up my titles anyway. Out with the old, in with the new! That’s what they say, right?
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Have you met these guys? I have.
4 People You Meet [and should avoid] While Wearing a Sports Jersey:
Friendly Freddy - This guy is hard to miss. He sees your jersey as a conversation piece and possible friendship starter. His usual approach is to say something about your team that’s common knowledge and draw you into a discussion about how so-and-so has gotten lazy and is no longer a force in the outfield. You might smile politely, reply, then try to move away but he won’t let you. No, he wants to tell you about the time him and his friends went to some game in some city and did all that stuff. He blathers on and on and finally, when you’ve had enough, you cut him off saying you’ve got somewhere to be. You actually do have somewhere to be: away from him. He tries not to look embarrassed as you quickly leave, cursing yourself for not deciding on a simple t-shirt.
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I just got interviewed! I know right? That’s pretty fucking awesome.
Except, no one actually interviewed me, and it wasn’t recorded, and I was pretty much just talking to myself. But that’s OK, it still counts… right?
When I was a kid, I did commercials. I did everything: shampoo, Nestle Quick, Cereal, etc. I was quite popular and everyone loved me. I was a star in the making!
Of course, I did the commercials in the privacy of my bedroom and my Mom was my biggest “fan”. That kinda counts… sort of.
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