Contrary to what people say, it is entirely possible to have too much or too many of something. More doesn’t equal better. Too much fertiliser on a playing field eventually results in mounds of animal shit where there used to be grass. Cigarettes will make you look cool to start with, but too many will turn your lungs to coal. Touching your penis more than five times a day will eventually turn your spunk to talcum powder.
With this mind, here’s my list of things we need to start moderating better.
‘Chicken,’ she said. Yeah. She wasn’t lying. There was chicken, but it was mixed in with so many vegetables that there may as well have not been any chicken at all.
In her defence, she likes vegetables, which is fine, but why does everyone else assume that I want vegetables in anything I ask for? How many times do meals get ruined by unnecessary amounts of green shit that no asked for in the first place. Have you ever seen a person NOT take the tomato off a burger? No, because tomatoes are stupid. I asked for meat and bread, not meat, bread and all manner of healthy shit. The occasional vegetable is fine; I’m not adverse to the odd slice of lettuce with my plethora of meat. But if I ask for something with meat in its name, I expect the ratio of meat to vegetable to be at least 10:1 in favour of meat. Vegetables are for assholes.
In this respect, weed is like ice cream. It’s absolutely possible to eat more ice cream than your stomach can handle but because it tastes so good that you don’t care. It’s the same with weed. Too much weed will make you the most laid back person in the world, but it will also lead to both looking and acting like Kevin Smith.
Piercings are fine providing a person has the natural beauty in place to make them look non-stupid, which in most cases, is everyone with a piercing. But as with everything in life, some asshole has to come along and take a perfectly ordinary thing and overblow it to the point of stupidity. If a person is already ugly, adding shining pieces of metal to their face isn’t going to magically make them less ugly. This notion is surprisingly simple, but one which eludes those retards whose natural looks are as deformed as their thinking process. I’m not opposed to piercings; I quite like them. But there comes a point when a face piercing goes from ‘this subtle piece of metal highlights my already-established attributes’ to ‘I know where there’s a piercing shop and I’ve been there fifty times.’
That’s pretty much it for now. When I think of some more I’ll make a new post purely for SEO purposes.