This is not the kind of advertising he hopes to get...
Some people are monumentally stupid. I encounter fellow human beings in which I stand in awe of their capability to dress themselves and maintain employment. I'm not talking about developmentally challenged people, either. For the most part, those types of folks are practically brighter by leaps and bounds than a lot of the fools that have inspired this blog post.
I have a question, dear reader(maybe an s); under what circumstances, and why, would you ever think that putting a quarter filled beer keg on a bonfire would be a good idea?
I am talking, of course, about this incident. Let us say that the... "person"... that did this, had no concept of thermodynamics, physics, or even metallurgy. Even then, what possible reason could there be for the surrender of a keg deposit, and waste of perfectly fine beer?
I hope this... thing masquerading in human skin... is caught, found competent to stand trial, and sent to prison for a very, very, very, long time.
I have no patience for fools. In fact, if it were legal, and there was a foolproof way to test for idiocy, I would hunt them to relieve stress.
I am not a very nice person.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
August Busch III
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you know, we're having our annual halloween bonfire this year. i so badly want to bury a couple kegs in the woodpile. oh the humanity. heh.
Well, the difference here, is that the guy or woman in Connecticut is an idiot, while you are just an asshole.
I think the world can tolerate assholes much more readily than idiots.
fair enough. i can get on board with that. though, i do like your idea of an idiot hunting season. man, i could have fun in Ann Arbor. anybody at a protest, and anybody on strike would be mowed down with reckless abandon.
I'll bet it was crap beer, too. Like Beast. Or worse, beast lite.
I would put my idiot hunting license to good use around here!
I love when the story involves the death of the idiot. If the person who died was the guy who put the keg in the fire then all would be right with the world.
odd, for some reason i find myself falling in love with cindy lou...
Back off Chud. She's mine.
lesbians rule!
Only the hot ones, Chud.
Oh yeah, Scooter, I had a dream about you. You lived across the street from me. Everyone called you Scooter.
whoa...he should have a stupid card...oh the stupidity and the tragedy...this is truly a story I'd never dream up
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