we come in peace

heard a funny story over the weekend. goes something like this..

the planet sent a probe satellite with the message "welcome to earth. we come in peace..". it's a message for the aliens, you know, to understand that we are a peaceful race.

and so the aliens chanced upon the message, and then headed straight for the planet to pay us a little visit.

somehow when they got near, there was a rock band playing the song with lyrics that goes out like this.."destroy! destroy! destroooooy!".

the aliens, thinking this was also a message for them, immediately retreated and blasted the bejesus outta the planet.

so much for peaceful encounters. hahaha.

overkill

chanced upon a riot on my way home last night.
well, what's left of a riot, anyway.

but anyway, there were lotsa bystanders, gossippers, you name it.
saw an awful lot of crackheads that night.
even saw a young army zealot who thinks he's in the middle of war or something.
sonofabitch thinks he could do somethin' about it. didn't realize he himself was a lost cause.

so there goes this other guy. i don't think he was involved though. i think he's just another overzealous fat guy who wanted to become a shithead hero or something.
he was armed to the teeth. i mean, he's holding out a riot shotgun, he's got a huge pistol packed at the back of his trousers, and he's got like a huge rambo knife slung in his left leg...i was like.."what the fu..?!". what a freakin' loser! now that's what you call "OVERKILL".

the guy is an asshole, that's what he is. he best check himself before he wreck himself.

i mean, the fight is over, everybody's about to go home, the cops are patching things up, his sad-ass wife is already begging him to come home, the guy keeps on shouting hero shit, and he wouldn't letup! i was like..."dude, you got major identity issues, bra! you gots ta come home and drink yer sorry ass life to make you feel better or somethin'!..".

damn. everybody's messed up nowadays. you can barely come across an intellectual person anymore. and what's with the war-torn shit? what's with the hero crap? what's with the attitude mix-up? jesus.

like what i always say. it's a crazy world.

people not worth saving.

it's not worth dying for this country anymore.

beer goggles

learned a new word from my brother. the guy's a genius. maybe that's why i love hanging out with him. even if it's only for the weekends.

anyway, i learned the term "beer goggles" from him.

it's when guys get to view a "not-so-pretty" lady as a hottie, as a result of having drunk a coupla bottles of beer.

beer goggles. hahaha. i get a kick out of it everytime it comes to mind.

it's true though. many of us guys are so susceptible to this disease. if you can call it one.

i never figured it out, though. they say when the alcohol gets to ya, your senses are dulled. does that mean your vision is thoroughly twisted? or maybe the alcohol just gives your imagination a wild ride. maybe so.

it's kinda hard to believe how alcohol can totally reduce your scrupulous taste to almost nil. but then again, that's human nature. so maybe, when your perception is dulled, the radical features of a lady's face are drastically reduced.

my advice is, that people shouldn't give out comments about an individual's appearance. because you'll never know, you know, when you're wearing beer goggles, you might picture the very person you are cracking as hottie material.

or maybe we oughtta stock up on beer goggles.

it's the latest craze.