Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Toast to Bio
Since I am in a bro major I usually dont take a whole lot of classes with girls. The bros in my major tend to use some classes as a recruiting ground for the weekend fun trips. This semester I have to take a couple of classes that I have been to lazy to take or really had no desire to take. One of the classes that seems to be overloaded with young girls that a lot of bros seem to predator on is Biology. Nothing beats impressing a young girl with your knowledge of prokaryote organisms. This class seems to be filled with an odd assortment of people. To my left sits the washed up emo kid. The washed up emo kid is really smart but to apathetic to show it. He is in that weird stage of transitioning from emo to scenester. He sits slouchy in his chair and dreams of a day filled with tim burton movies and the used playing all day. He wishes this place would magically turn into a cadaver lab. To my right sits the kid that somehow has made it into college. He is a local kid who smoked way to much herb growing up. He has since cleaned up his act but not before he lost his critical thinking skills. Sometimes you want to throw a helmet on the kid and tell him not to eat his crayons. He doodles a ton in his Lisa Frank notebook. This is also the kid that steals condiments from the eatery just to eat them out of the packages. In front of me sits the kid who treats this class like it is going to get him into Harvard Med. He always has some question or some quote. He never fails to raise his hand and post his test score publicly. I will probably drop kick this kid in the esophagus before the end of semester. Next to me sits the 30+ year old lady who is going back to finish her degree. This lady is cool and brought me no bake cookies the other day so I have nothing ill to say about her. Behind me sits the crown jewel of this little class. I call her Bro Bait. She walks in with the classic Utah poofie hair. You dont know if she has a bump it or not. She is quickly amused by the following a big ol truck, a golds gym pass, a lunch at cafe rio, bedazzled jeans, and a backwards cap that covers his eye brows. The bros show up early for class and try to get that seat so they can impress her. This class has been great for me as I listen to them give their personal ad right there in class. Bio you treat me well. Im glad I have waited this long to take you.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Whaccu Doin This Summer?
I like to listen to what people have to say. Sometimes I only listen to make fun and this is probably a really bad thing. The other day in the hall I was listening as Bro 1 was showing Bro 2 an iPhone app. He was showing him some app that could arm someones security system from their Iphone. Bro 2 then turns to Bro 1 and simply states "alright more sales." This conversation eventually said to one of the greatest questions that could be posed among this circle of friends. The question is simply "yo, so whacchu doing this summer" This question is a hook. Its then usually followed up with a question that begins with "have you ever thought of." Examples are have you ever thought of making 90k in three months? Have you ever wanted to have a different car for everyday of the week? Have you ever wanted to do lines of cocaine with Paris Hilton in your Ferrari? If yes to any of these questions then summer sales is usually cut out for you. It seems that a lot of these young men who get lured into sales love to recruit others to do the same. If you make a friend quickly at school he always has something up his sleeve. If he invites you to dinner on him, he is for sure trying to get you in. If you want a great summer knocking doors in some random part of the US and receiving promises of the good life then go ahead. If you want to take advantage of nice people, this is your summer. The bros will come to recruit you when you least expect it. Thats when you have to make the snap decision; hanging out with Vin Diesel or being a normal person
Monday, June 21, 2010
Where are the normal folk?
I have learned that there are a lot of great people in this world. I have also learned there are a lot of odd people in this world. I enjoy both. It seems that there are places that act as a mecca for weirdos. To find older weirdos please attend any local Cracker Barrel. Its simple this place has all the makings of people who will say crazy senile things. Checker Boards,rocking chairs, moon pies, christmas trinkets all year round, and biscuits.What else has all these features? A convolescant home. Add meds and you are simply in a convolascent home cafteria. If you ever want to see the creepy old man you dont want to become eating chicken livers on a saturday morning, please attend this establishment. To find the pre-teen weirdos is the mall. Who really goes to the mall once you are over 13? The mall is self explanatory. The "I got something to prove, alpha male weirdo" can be found at any establishment that is open 24 hours. These guys go to the extreme. Nothin like a chicken soft taco at 4 AM or a stack of flapjacks from Ihop at 3 AM. Nothing says cool like hanging with your bros and being loud and obnoxious in the early AM. But the "I might be a serial killer or potential rapist or running from something weirdo" can be found at a few places. I tend to however find these guys on plane rides longer than two hours. You know that guy who hogs the armrest, has a combover, a short sleeve button down shirt, and smells like corn nuts when he doesnt have any? thats this weirdo. These guys talk about everything. They talk about their divorce, their childhood, and all their problems. These are the guys who get from vacation and sit in their cubicle hating life. These are the guys that fly and sit beside you. I have never and probably will never sit by a normal human while flying. They always ask Where you headed? where do you think im headed fool, this aint no bus or taxi an airplane doesnt drop you off along the way, it has a destination. The "name dropping, acronym using, bleach blond weirdo" can be found a lot of places to. Mainly places that they can tweet or update the FB status on the go. "OMG, LOL, ROFcopter, I went to the tanning both and now at Yogurt" They are not that hard to find.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Your annoying on Facebook
Everyone has facebook. Your boss, your mom,your half retarded cousin, the guy who was a nerd in high school and now has tats galore, the one kid you thought was gay who turned out to be gay, the aunt that you hate at christmas, the kid in class that smelled like fritos all the time. You get the point if they breathe and can type they got facebook.As great as this tool is for alot of things there are certain people who annoy me on this social networking site.
1) The dude who likes everything regardless. He likes all your events, status, photos, and comments no matter how crazy it is. You can put on there that you just found out you have cancer and for some reason this guy will thumbs up that crap.
2) Constant status updater. Why do I care if you are eating 5 guys? why do i care if somebody is giving you a weird look? why do i care if you have four finals left?
3) Farmville request. Cmon man. Stop sending me requests. If I could be William Sherman and burn your farm to the ground, I might play it. If I could have a farm ran by the drug cartel and come kill your farmers, I might play it. Overall stop sending me requests.
4) The creepster add. Theres always a fine line, should I add this person or not? But then there is the creepster add with the message affixed. Like "hey remember me from Meteorology class" No man I dont, I took that crap online. Why are you adding me? Isnt 180000 friends for you enough?
5) The misplaced comment. i.e. Ryan Cason likes pancakes : comment- hey long time, how are you?. Fool that has nothing to do with pancakes.
Oh facebook sometimes I have you just to make fun of others. Someone should really make a faux pas list of facebook and invite people to join that group/cause
1) The dude who likes everything regardless. He likes all your events, status, photos, and comments no matter how crazy it is. You can put on there that you just found out you have cancer and for some reason this guy will thumbs up that crap.
2) Constant status updater. Why do I care if you are eating 5 guys? why do i care if somebody is giving you a weird look? why do i care if you have four finals left?
3) Farmville request. Cmon man. Stop sending me requests. If I could be William Sherman and burn your farm to the ground, I might play it. If I could have a farm ran by the drug cartel and come kill your farmers, I might play it. Overall stop sending me requests.
4) The creepster add. Theres always a fine line, should I add this person or not? But then there is the creepster add with the message affixed. Like "hey remember me from Meteorology class" No man I dont, I took that crap online. Why are you adding me? Isnt 180000 friends for you enough?
5) The misplaced comment. i.e. Ryan Cason likes pancakes : comment- hey long time, how are you?. Fool that has nothing to do with pancakes.
Oh facebook sometimes I have you just to make fun of others. Someone should really make a faux pas list of facebook and invite people to join that group/cause
Monday, April 5, 2010
Bro Schedule
a BROS DAY BOOK
11:00 AM- Wake up to alarm clock blaring Creeds greatest hits, fold Ed Hardy PJs, Make sure hair is still in perfect shape from previous night
11:15- Study self in mirror to still make sure you are the alpha male
12:00- Shower using only the finest of Axe ointments
12:15- Stand over humidifier filled with aqua di gio, get dressed, wifebeater, true religions, affliction t
12:30- Hair time, gel overload
1:00- Inspiration time- Watch Jersey Shore and UFC on split screen for motivation
1:30- Get in lifted truck with volcom sticker, crank up the limp bizkit on the zune and go
2:00- Bro arrival at school, meets with another bro, cracks open a six pack of muscle milk and red bulls and sit in the hall
3:00- Bro goes to class, usaully sits by bleach blonde girl, Bro talks about his strong forearms and his business major, usually invited girl to his study group, if another bro is in the room this will usually result in a bro-block (flexing pecs to draw in the female)
4:15- Bro gets out of class and he is ultra torqued, listens to kings of leon on the zune to calm his nerves, drinks a muscle milk, figures it time to work
4:30- Bro goes to work at the library or school bookstore not as an employee but as a recruiter, Greets others with Whacchu doing this summer? Then tells them about his deal he has to sell something door to door and how you can get chicks all summer
5:00- Bro needs to refuel with red bull and spray on tan
6:00- Heads over to throw down to practice grappling other men
7:00- Prepares for the sun to go down, Re gel hair, Re axe spray body, put on sunglasses ( this is essential to Bro-ness, someone once said nobody but blind people and douches wear sunglasses at night)
8:30- Load friends up in lifted truck
9:00- Del Taco, 7/11, ride around freshman dorms
10:00- attend local club, drink energy drink again, go dance-rape a girl, then try to get on another girl, go look in the bathroom mirror and say the bro mantra, which is "I am the alpha male, all women want me, all men want to be me, I am the alpha male"
11:00- Go hut tubbing with Chicks
12:00- Take the chicks around in your truck
2:00- Curl up in your Ed Hardy Bed sheets and lay to sleep,
2:15- send out booty call text
2:30- accidently fall asleep and dream of a land full of spray on tanned girls with white/blonde hair
11:00 AM- Wake up to alarm clock blaring Creeds greatest hits, fold Ed Hardy PJs, Make sure hair is still in perfect shape from previous night
11:15- Study self in mirror to still make sure you are the alpha male
12:00- Shower using only the finest of Axe ointments
12:15- Stand over humidifier filled with aqua di gio, get dressed, wifebeater, true religions, affliction t
12:30- Hair time, gel overload
1:00- Inspiration time- Watch Jersey Shore and UFC on split screen for motivation
1:30- Get in lifted truck with volcom sticker, crank up the limp bizkit on the zune and go
2:00- Bro arrival at school, meets with another bro, cracks open a six pack of muscle milk and red bulls and sit in the hall
3:00- Bro goes to class, usaully sits by bleach blonde girl, Bro talks about his strong forearms and his business major, usually invited girl to his study group, if another bro is in the room this will usually result in a bro-block (flexing pecs to draw in the female)
4:15- Bro gets out of class and he is ultra torqued, listens to kings of leon on the zune to calm his nerves, drinks a muscle milk, figures it time to work
4:30- Bro goes to work at the library or school bookstore not as an employee but as a recruiter, Greets others with Whacchu doing this summer? Then tells them about his deal he has to sell something door to door and how you can get chicks all summer
5:00- Bro needs to refuel with red bull and spray on tan
6:00- Heads over to throw down to practice grappling other men
7:00- Prepares for the sun to go down, Re gel hair, Re axe spray body, put on sunglasses ( this is essential to Bro-ness, someone once said nobody but blind people and douches wear sunglasses at night)
8:30- Load friends up in lifted truck
9:00- Del Taco, 7/11, ride around freshman dorms
10:00- attend local club, drink energy drink again, go dance-rape a girl, then try to get on another girl, go look in the bathroom mirror and say the bro mantra, which is "I am the alpha male, all women want me, all men want to be me, I am the alpha male"
11:00- Go hut tubbing with Chicks
12:00- Take the chicks around in your truck
2:00- Curl up in your Ed Hardy Bed sheets and lay to sleep,
2:15- send out booty call text
2:30- accidently fall asleep and dream of a land full of spray on tanned girls with white/blonde hair
Sunday, November 8, 2009
I take Pictures of MA FACE
I love to travel. I travel a lot. This does not mean I am one that buys T shirts that say I went to Hawaii and all I got was this Tshirt, or a magnet that says Reno: the biggest little dump of your life, or a hat that says San Fran; talented homeless people for your buck, or Scottsdale: our home is a desert with houses. Although I hate to admit it sometimes I end up where all the fanny pack carrying, map holding, visor wearing older people end up. I love these people. But then sometimes I end up where the girl that talks or texts on her phone with her friends 24/7 is at. The only thing that these two groups have in common is simply they both are lugging around a device that can capture that moment they are having for the rest of their life. They both in some way have a camera attached to their body. As these groups approach the landmark they approach the pictures they want in different ways. The old woman will always motion old man to get in the picture, the old man then complains but still goes with it. then they both get up and ask somebody to take the picture. This is OK. everyone knows that old people are cute and funny. then you have the young 20 somethings girls that get to the landmark to take their picture. The reaction is usually different. They usually dont read the signs that explain the landmark and they go straight for the picture. Now some of these places have plenty of people around to help them with photos. They simply dont ask. They go and fluff up there hair a little bit. Pooch their lips out in some crazy face, extend their left hand, then hit the button that captures that moment of their head covering 75% of the picture. If it doesnt turn out the first time they repeat the motion til it comes out facebook profile picture perfect. Then after that moment is captured they invite one of their bffs to jump in the picture with them. they both then go through the motion. These girls should have a t shirt that reads " Grand canyon; i sacrificed a picture of one of the most beautiful places on earth to take a picture of my head covering it, now i can have a cool caption underneath my pics, omg im at the grand canyon" or " I went to the great wall of china and all i got was this stupid picture of my face with pooch lips." This weekend as I was in zions national park I watched as a girl took a picture of herself while on her cell phone with pooched lips. Im pretty sure that was a great FB profile pic. Im glad you traveled to a beautiful place to take pictures of your face
Friday, September 11, 2009
T Shirt Fails
Well its a part of life you eat, you sleep, you breathe, and you wear t shirts. I have noticed that this article of clothing can say a lot. Certain brands mean certain things. For example, oh look at that guy wearing that Ed Hardy t. I assume three things usually 1) guy is a tool 2) guy has a membership to golds and hits on girls 3)guy also wears true religion blue jeans. This guy has found it suitable to pay 75 dollars or more to buy this shirt. For yall who don't know what an Ed Hardy shirt is, it is simply a black tee. But you take it and couple it with a seven year old girl with a be dazzler and some fake ta too prints and top it off with a drunk man vomiting on it and you get a Ed Hardy T shirt. These only come in sizes that no man should wear it seems. They always look like they are painted on the individual who wears them. Then you can take the V neck, this seems to be worn like Chuck Taylors, by that I mean anyone can wear it. The hipsters, indies, and scenesters have seemed to conquer this one as of recent. It has and can be worn by old men showing the Burt Reynolds chest patch or the preppy kids with some sort of classy logo attached. The V neck has a popular following in Utah. It is followed like socks and sandals meaning people wear a white T under the V neck T. To me this is like wearing boxers on top of your briefs. Come on Utah kids don't rock that. This usually means you want to look cool and you shop at cool places but your still an idiot. These people can usually be spotted at bars,clubs, bistros, and other places trying to look cool and discussing things that are irrelevant to life. They are usually closet Republicans. Then you got American Eagle T, Aeropostale T, Hollister T. This usually says I'm fresh out of high school. Enough said. This is my favorite, because I am a bigger guy I shop for bigger clothes. My mom used to call it the husky section. I now call it the portly section. The other day I am looking at T shirts at the Ralph Lauren store. There is a man beside me. . They have three cuts of Ts slim fitting, tailored fitting, and classic fitting.They have three sizes XL, 2XL,3XL. So this dude is bigger than most. I sit and watch this guy. He is in the 3x section. He is in the slim fit section. This dude picks up a Slim fitting 3x T shirt and takes it to the counter and checks out. Now there is a few things wrong in this picture, they should never have slim fit and X on the same shirt. Not to be insensitive but I seriously doubt that shirt is going to help that poor man look slimmer. Oh Bob that 3x slim fit has help you cut down 173 lbs in the love handles. No man it don't work. Its like the one time I saw a 500+ lb lady ordering a burrito in the airport with a swine flu mask on. Swine Flu is not as bad as a heart attack. Anyways I'm a big dude but I embrace it. If you are combining X with slim fit it equals not cool. Its like puttin rims on a crappy car
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