Everybody loves bees and everybody LOVES birds though they work for the government. All everybody talks about is the birds and the bees and how they’re the bees knees but nobody talks about the bees and the birds and how they’re the birds knees. This is a scientific theses supported by bibliographic evidence on how western culture and society views bees as birds.
I walked outside after a long day of cleaning the sofa. I wanted to unwind so I decided to chop some wood for the upcoming summer. After 2 swipes I couldn’t see too much because of the sweat drooping down my face. I decided to pull my hair back, tighten my kilt, and toughen up though the tears. “This is where the fun begins.”
Oh right this is a post about bees and birds. The scientific evidence shows it all through the eyes of linguistic relativity. Bees and birds can be the same thing through the eyes of New Yorkers, considering they’ve never seen bees before. The prime difference between birds and bees is that birds do not have knees. Bees also have pollination abilities. No bird ever does that. Not one single bird is able to collect pollen and/or nectar. This is proof #1.
Another distinguishable difference is that bees are blue collar while birds are living off of welfare. Many different types of bees build their own homes with motivation and craftsmanship while birds collect trash from the ground and steal from other organisms’ properties. This is proof #2.
The final point of evidence lies on your vehicle’s hood and windshield. No bee has ever taken a dumb on your car right? Right? Well that should be enough to know that birds are the inferior species and they do not understand the systematic failure of corrupt government that we are experiencing as a democratic republic. All they do is buzz and have no thoughts. Birds think politics, not pollen.
As a somewhat experienced hiker myself. The general hiking crowd knows about these certain stereotypes and it rubs off on them in either positive or VERY negative ways. Most of these listed are going to follow the latter category, so enjoy.
1) The Yogi
Known as the most spiritual hikers out on the trail, these chumps usually have two reasons for being in the wilderness: they’re either looking for themselves or a new smoke spot. These free-going individuals usually spend extensive times in the woods even though they have a minimal home 30min-1hr away. To spot these chumps, look to see if they’re wearing shoes. If not, Yogi. Long dreads and tie-dye shirt? Yogi. Pungent stench? Either rock climber or Yogi. Climbers will be mentioned soon.
2.) Jesus Christ
These are one of the most common chumps you’ll bump into while hiking. It’s pretty straight forward and easy to recognize these guys. Running into more than 3 Jesus Christs while hiking is a pretty normal thing. Many that read these fit this category pretty well. You look like a Yogi, but we know you’re not. So stop being a FAKE.
If you think you see Chris Kyle while hiking? Don’t worry. It’s just another identical looking military veteran. It’s pretty easy to spot these guys. Just look for the short hair, beard, and American flag patch on his S.O.G. Backpack. Sometimes they’re with kids, sometimes alone. If they’re still enlisted, check for their boots. They might still be the same ones issued to them on their last deployment.
We know that there’s a debate between practicality and health when it comes to not wearing your undies while hiking. What isn’t a debate however, is seeing a lot of asscheek and a lot of nipples poking through shirts while on populated trails. No hate on either end, but sometimes even an outdoorsman can witness too much.
5.) DJ KHALED!
I don’t know how many times it has to be addressed. It IS rude to blast your music while hiking. Most hikers try to get away from the material world and you’re bringing them right back in by listening to modern era radio music. Most of the time, it’s either rap or pop that these chumps listen to and sometimes, you don’t even need to see them to know where they’re at. Take a breath once in a while, smell the fresh air, and enjoy the natural world.
6.) The Good Boy/Girl
Being the most wholesome on the list, the Good Boy/Girl is always a pleasure to see while hiking. Many receive the biggest of treats and pets for staying on the trail or finding the biggest stick to give to their owner. Very few and very sad individuals dislike this category.
7.) The Ultra
Being the most hardcore on the list, these chumps will smoke anybody on the trail to obtain their new PR. Training for months at a time for one race, these guys/gals will always be seen from afar wearing their running shorts, headphones, and fanny packs booking it up or down to the trailhead. Respect for doing it, but everything isn’t a competition. Some haven’t learned that yet.
8.) Insta Hoe
Located at the trailheads or 1/4 of the way through. These chumps are always paying attention to their social media following and sponsorships instead of the natural world. Being in either large groups or solo, it’s best to stay away from these chumps because they tend to be very extroverted and have little to no knowledge of the trail itself. Clout>beauty to them.
9.) Rock Climbers
You can find these sweaty chumps off trail and high up. These guys may also qualify as Yogis depending on how into it they are. Parking near the trailheads in their vans, they either reside solo as a Boulder bro or in groups as sport/trad nerds. They are either really quiet and awkward or way too extroverted (there’s no in between). They’re a cult and always talk about their pumps.
10.) The Geezer
Being spotted as soon as the park opens, these chumps know everything about the history of the park and have been through almost every scenario that you bring up. They’ll pass you and very loudly say “Good Morning!” Then make a dad joke that’ll make you exhale loudly when you pass them. They are slower because of their age, but they have been doing it since 75 baby!
I walked into His house after having a crazy evening out at the store and took a biiiig ole shit. Next thing yaknow He walks in and goes, “Aw hell no! Well goddamn son. That’s the worst dhuke I’ve ever smelt!”
It was a typical afternoon after the bombs fell. Sierra was helping me prepare my favorite gin and coke when I randomly got this urge to just punch something. No, my name isn’t Kyle and I don’t drink monsters everyday but sometimes you just get that urge to break things yaknow? I walked outside and the closest thing that I saw that wasn’t mine was a nearby fire hydrant.
After punching it, I realized that my raw strength was too much for this pathetic little yellow hydrant. With regret in my heart, I decided to try and fix it before the fire department arrived. I grabbed the nearest tools that I had in my truck and ran over to the Geiser that I created.
My maintenance skills seemed to prove me right as well….but not well enough. As I was fixing the fire hydrant, I knew it would be a one way trip. The pressure was too much to hold by myself and knowing that I could get engulfed any second, I was ready to meet the end.
After tightening the last bit of the hydrant, I close my eyes and when I open them, I’m confused. I’m lying down in some random gym and I’m repping 225 like it’s nothing? What’s going on? I finish my set and look around. Nothing seems to have changed about me other than the fact that I can now bench 225 for reps. I get a call from a random number.
“Hello Andrew this is Dr. Phillips calling as an update of your health since the accident. We did some more studies and we concluded that your condition was related to the accident and that it will progressively grow over time. The next chance you get, we request for you to schedule another appointment with us. Thank you and bye bye now.”
This isn’t anything that I wanted. This wasn’t supposed to be how my life went. I was so much better than this. The pain in my head keeps growing like demons clouding my thoughts. I know what I must do to stop this endless curse.
I return to the spot that started this all. I see that retched metal tube of water that ruined my life. This is our last fight buddy. I wrap my arms around it and tear it out of the concrete. The pressure explodes but it does nothing to me because of this “condition.” I look down into its soul while it’s in my arms and I whisper to it,
“This is Andrew W.K. and this is Destroy, Build, Destroy.”
The new engine has its perks and it’s flaws. We all know that. But there are some things that many of us can agree on, and it’s the design of the newer gen enemies looking a little…different.
The newer models of molerats just seem to look way less menacing than previous Fallout games. They’re smaller and are a lot more broken spawn-wise. Pathetic.
While the newer Fallout games incorporated a lot more story and character to the super mutants, the older model mutants just seem to be more memorable with the permanent protruding teeth and wide varieties of armor.
Feral or not, the ghouls in the newer Fallout games are not even remotely close to being as dangerous as they were in the past. I remember being terrified as a low level to wander the Wasteland or Mojave at night because of the endless lightning-speed ghouls. They’ve lost their touch and scare factor in the newer vanilla Fallout games.
This point is mainly just based off of the nostalgia factor for me and most players. We understand the idea that sentry bots are supposed to be beefy and very intimidating, but the gritty style and look of the sentry bots in the older games just hits different.
Again, it’s the menacing factor for the older mirelurks. While the queen in the newer games is equally as terrifying as the old games, it’s more crab-like and seems less mutated. I know there’s time frames and how long it takes the enemies to mutate lore-wise, but we can agree that the older mirelurks are more intimidating and fun to kill.
Doggystyle?!! We’re not animals! I know my wife better than that. She may have a habit of getting her hand stuck in the car door, and I am a handy man myself. When it comes to blue collar jobs however, it’s a no go for me. Growing up in the church, I assumed that all women weren’t like my wife.
Look, I know what a succubus is alright? I literally live in the church. I just had no idea that my sweet little angel would act like this. We were just at the county fair enjoying the food when a group of guys walked by dressed as medieval knights. They were quoting absurd things like necromancy and she started to chime in. It’s like she became a completely different person!
After talking to them for 15 minutes, she seemed a little off. I asked her how she knew all of this stuff and she basically shrugged me off. So later that night, I made sure to stay up and make sure she knew I wasn’t awake. What happened absolutely shocked me.
She left the house at 2:40AM. I knew exactly where she was heading. I followed her to one of the large tents at the fair. She had no idea that I was watching from afar. I-I can’t describe what I saw because I get sick. Those men, the cameras, the…I know now that I can never look at her the same again. Later that week, I started faking a bad cough and recommended her to go to the hospital.
The results came in. I had no idea that she was like this. I’ve been married to her for so long. I know I have it too. I-I just. I have to go now. There’s nothing else left to say.
It was 2008. At the time, my wife and I were struggling sexually. Not in an erectile dysfunction type of way, but in an adventurous way. We needed to spice things up a little yaknow? So one morning, we saw an ad in the paper.
We knew that this was exactly what we needed. It was the quickest unanimous decision her and I ever made. We knew that Boise didn’t offer much, but goddamn this was something. The fee wasn’t much either. I’m not telling you cuz that’s none of your business. What you do need to know, however, is how quick that 2 hour drive was. We were so excited that we didn’t even pack lunch.
We treated the whole introductory course like we weren’t going to plow the hell out of each other so we didn’t get the instructors suspicious. The minutes felt like hours as we were anticipating the best experience we were ever going to have. It was a cool, sunny day at around 73°F with mild winds. Perfect for hang doin. We drove to the drop site and waited for the right time.
And we have a liftoff! The cool wind grazing against my body only elevated my excitement. I know what I must do.
I signal my wife to open her legs. I make a dive for it. I know that the instructors on the ground are watching but I have been anxious for TOO long. The positioning and timing is perfect. And just like that…I’m in. Our dreams have come true as we are the only people in the world that are currently having sex whilst mid glide, probably. Everything is perfect.
Everything was perfect. The hang glides got intertwined and caused us to come spiraling towards the earth. We knew what we had to do. So right after finishing, we cut the lines and prepared to parachute to the surface. But for some reason, her parachute was still connected to the glide. She tried to escape but it seems that fate had other plans for her.
They heard my name and they’ve heard my desires. I will not confess to these accusations. The satisfaction and glory of the prosecutor will not be met. The judge heard my case. The jury didn’t seem to meet the agreement, however. So, after 14 years they finally got me. They finally got the Hang Glide Killer.
The Fallout series by Bethesda has been experiencing a drop in sales over the past few years. Ever since Fallout 76, less and less people are becoming interested in the story and franchise. My boss and I were recently in a meeting discussing what would cause an increase of sales, and I proposed the idea of having a variety of vehicles around the wasteland.
Everybody loves the stories of Dukes of Hazard and SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT. But imagine yourself running into one of these cars whilst traversing the wasteland. You’d be hootin’ and hollerin’ too if you experienced this like I did in the picture above.
Who needs mods to make your character go faster when you have the fastest car in the wasteland? Being able to find, restore, and drive around the wasteland running over ghouls and raiders will make you feel like the king himself.
Own Your Own Business
A super reliable way to earn caps! Think of it as the player trading Fallout 76 offered but with sick ass cars. It’s a reliable way to get to the quests you want without fast traveling. You could also have the hottest car in the whole server making you a target, or a stud.
Become A Professional
Forza ain’t got shit on these new Fallout ideas. Become the most experienced and respected racer in the wasteland. Battling other players and NPCs in epic tracks and open roads. You could also use this experience for extremely effective drive-by’s on those who deserve it.
Learn the Trade
Learn the REAL LIFE trade in the newest addition to the Fallout series. Who needs schooling and an apprenticeship when you can make an online living repairing the vehicles of the experienced racers and criminals. Imagine yourself as Ellie from the famous Borderlands series and you’ll understand where I’m coming from.
This post goes towards the console players and the demographic that fits us all so perfectly. We all know people that are like this.
We all love joining a party or game chat just to hear what Xx_deathk1llR_xX had for lunch. These people are probable one of the most annoying when it comes to a relaxing late-night gaming session. We don’t want to hear your Chipotle burrito. Mute your mic.
The Ear Rapist
You’ll just be randomly playing a video game or watching a video when all of a sudden, your friend decides to imitate the sound of a hippo getting railed by barbed wire. These friends are hilarious to have in a party just because of the pure randomness of their actions. If they do it too much however, they are just bound to get kicked from the party.
The Tryhard Ear Rapist
There’s always that one person that takes things way too seriously and acts like they’re trying out for a professional Rainbow 6 tournament. These people are fun to have in your party for the sole reason that you get enjoyment from their anger and screams. These are also the type of people that will lose in a Call of Duty match and make it impossible for everybody else to trash talk due to the pure volume of his/her voice.
Just your average Jerry.
This dude can’t help but forcefully turn you on to his music by blaring it into the mic. There are times where this dude’s music is so loud that you can hear his trap beats more than his callouts. If you encounter this individual, it’s best recommended to turn to Mr. Ear Rapist in your party to inform the kind fella that his music is just a tad excessive. A polite “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” would be perfect and simple enough.
The Wind Tunnel
This person for some reason is always hot to the point that he/she will always have their fan on and pointed directly into their mics. No matter how much you tell them to turn their fan off, they will always have a faint sound of a wind tunnel in their mics throughout the rest of the party chat. There’s not stopping it.
“I’ll Be Right Back”
This is the type of dude that will say, “Hey hold up I’ll be right back. I gotta piss.” or “Yo I gotta let my dog out. I’ll be right back.” and then remain AFK for the next 30 minutes to an hour. They’ll be gone for so long at times, you think that they’re preparing a meal for 4. Which in reality, is what they do.
You can hardly ever get this dude to finish a
This dude will make crucial callouts to your team in a match and then rage because you’re not listening to him. When in reality, he’s the idiot because he forgot to unmute his mic. This is a common occurrence with almost all players with a mic.
This person is usually permanently muted because he/she is too poor to even buy a mic or the games that you want to play. This is mainly because this person would rather spend their money on weed or booze. These people are extremely depressing and usually depressed themselves.
That was a brief list of most of my party chat encounters. I know there’s more out there but it would be impossible to name them all.
Everybody knows that the ways to modern cinema either involves real life locations, CGI, or a green screen. Green screens have been used for multiple cinematic masterpieces, so today I am going to discuss the best uses for green screens around the world.
You Can Literally Be In Minecraft
Why spend your Saturday morning with your family and friends when you could be killing the ender dragon and accidentally falling in lava in real life? Any person with sense would easily choose greenscreen Minecraft over family affection and friendship.
Covering Your Car
If you’re like me and live in a hot climate and don’t want to walk out to your car literally melting, you could cover your car with your greenscreen and keep it cool. You’re not a director for a movie. So you might as well put some use into your money.
Landing On The Moon For The First Time
We all know that shit never happened, but YOU can be the first to defy the deadly radiation from the sun on the moon’s lack of atmosphere by landing on the moon. While there is little reason why you would need to go there so urgently due to the fact that there isn’t a Cold War anymore but hey, it’ll be fun.
Meet Alan Jackson
He’s literally everybody’s favorite person on this planet. Why wouldn’t you want to see him. He’s the greatest country star of all time and everybody’s dad. You would be and idiot and I would hate you if you didn’t like him.
We all know we can’t do it in real life…BUT BEHIND A GREENSCREEN YOU CAN. No one will judge you I swear. Mainly because you’ll be by yourself committing these acts of violence against the innocent.