Look what I just did. I made a blog post. Go me. I'm the best around and no one's every gonna take me down. Here's to a, hopefully, prolific blog. Odds are though I'll just get bored with this and go blow crap up in video game land.
A common response to when someone doesn't like something that is generally accepted as awesome is for me to call them a communist for not liking the previously mentioned awesome. This had worked out for me for quite a while with no problems.
Person: I don't like ice cream.
Me: Communist.
Person: Movies were stuff explodes for no apparent reason are dumb.
Me: Commie.
I ran into a contradiction today though. While selecting places to go out for lunch, someone suggested Chinese food but then second guessed their decision wondering if everyone in the party liked Chinese. I began saying that if someone doesn't like Chinese food then they are a communist but then started laughing when I realized what I had just said.
We eventually went for Chinese but couldn't find any places so we settled for some crap Italian place. On the drive back to work we passed a Chinese buffet.
Damn commies...
1.25.2010
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