Posts Tagged ‘I Am Not A Ninja’

8-Ball Update – Top 10 Stupid Questions Asked by Readers

Thursday, January 27th, 2011

So, I get a lot of questions. Stupid questions. People ask all sorts of things, from the best way to incinerate neighbors to which farm animals are the most romantic. And I don’t have time to answer all that shit. That’s why I created the Satanic 8-Ball. It’s just a computer program, and it’s not that smart, but it does a decent enough job.

The reason I’m bringing it up again is that people have actually been using it. And by “using it,” I mean, “asking it extraordinarily stupid questions.” (It records every question anyone ever asks.) I went through and picked some of my favorites, and here they are, for your reading pleasure (I’m not making these up. These are real questions that visitors to the site have asked.):

10. “Will I get laid tonight?”
This isn’t a very interesting question, but it gets asked incredibly often, so I think it’s appropriate to include it on the list. And the answer? Well, if you’re going onto a website to ask Satan whether you’re going to get some, you’re an idiot, and you’re never going to get any ever. Sorry. PS – You make my ass twitch.

9. “What do cats taste like?”
Good question. Depends on the cat, but, for the most part, pretty yummy.

8. “Am I gay?”
Well, I can’t speak to your sexual orientation, but yes.

7. “Do you want my soul?”
Not really, but thanks.

[NOTE: There were several other, much more explicit questions from this particular person. For the record, I have a strict, no-sodomy policy when it comes to readers.]

6. “How do i do spells of words, like Hokkus Pokkus Pi ??”
Hmmm… tricky. Maybe you should focus first on mastering the art of not being a giant fucking idiot. Dunno. Just a thought.

5. “Dear Satan, If I pray to you, would you answer?”
No. Use the Satanic 8-Ball instead.

4. “Dear Satan, I want to marry you, what should I do?”
Fuck off, that’s what. Unless you’re Scarlett Johannson, I’m not interested.

Yum Yum

Yum Yum

3. “Should i blow dry my hair now?”
WTF? No. You’re an idiot, and you shouldn’t be handling anything electrical.

2. “Will Allah give it to me?”
Yes, my son, Allah will give it to you. Right up the poop chute. Now, I’m going to go check on my Jihad Insurance.

1. “I am janitor.”
Right on, brother. Right on.

Seven More Deadly Sins – A How-To Guide for Getting to Hell ASAP

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

A lot of boners have gone on and on about the nature of mortal or deadly sin, but really the definition just boils down to this: Deadly sins are the ones that get you sent straight to Hell. You’re no doubt aware of the Seven Deadly Sins – (1) [deleted for being boring], (2) [deleted for being boring], (3) [deleted for being boring], (4) [deleted for being boring], (5) [deleted for being boring], (6) [deleted for being boring], and (7) [deleted for being really boring]. And, if you read my last post, you know that the Vatican tried to come up with seven new deadly sins (and that they only managed to produce a stupid list of crap that either isn’t a sin or is so vaguely defined that you’re all supremely fucked). Because the Vatican’s new deadly sins blow goats (not a deadly sin, btw), and because, dear readers, I know that you all, in reading this blog, have probably have grown to love me and want to come down to Hell and live with me immediately and stuff, I offer you the following list of new, (actually) deadly sins:

1. Driving Like Grandma – I’ve composed a poem to help me explain this one:
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
you’re driving too slow,
AND YOU SHOULD GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY RIGHT NOW MOTHERFUCKER! DIE! DIE! DIE!!

2. Being a Jonas Brother – I can’t believe how gay these guys are. And I don’t mean that in the sense that these guys like to get it on with each other after their shows (though I’m not willing to rule that out). What I’m talking about is their wankerish willingness to do whatever it takes to make their legions of teeniebopper fans squeal, whether it’s an dorkariffic fist pump, a fantastically-gay hair flip, or a wink into the camera that makes me want light an entire city on fire (yes, I watched the Grammys this year). It almost seems reasonable though, doesn’t it? After all, they’re just a bunch of young guys. Can we really expect that, faced with the prospect of making millions of dollars, and zillions of screaming fans of the opposite sex who want to tear their clothes off, they’ll really say “No, I will not act like a complete boner?” Well, no, we probably can’t expect that. But then can they really expect to act like they do and not end up in Hell? Nope, sorry. So there you go. Being a Jonas Brother is a deadly sin.

3. Liking Mayonaise – Apparently there is an all-mayonnaise restaurant in Japan. That’s just fucked up and disgusting. They’re all going to Hell, just as soon as I can figure out how to transport the whole fucked up, mayonnaise-drenched archipelago down there. The sick bastards.

Mayonnaise = SUCK

Mayonnaise = SUCK

4. Not Being a Ninja – Yeah, I know I’m being a little hypocritical here, given what I had to say about the overbreadth of some of the stupid new deadly sins announced by the Vatican, but you gotta admit, ninjas are awesome.

Ninjas = AWESOME

Ninjas = AWESOME


How about this compromise:

Not being a ninja is only a sin if you’re a devout Catholic. I just want folks to have to go into the confessional and say, “Forgive me father for I have sinned: I am not a ninja.”

There are more, but I have to go conduct some experiments on some grandmas.

I’m Writing a Book, So How About That?!?

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

Retirement kind of sucks. So I’ve decided that I need a hobby. And that hobby is going to be: WRITING.

Woot.

That’s right, I’ve decided to become a world-dominating, mega-author. And I’m going to write a super-kick-ass-number-one novel, bitches.

But I’ve got a problem: I need an awesome first line. They’re crucial. Without a truly awesome first line, you might as well not have a story. (I know I’m not going to bother writing a whole story until I’m certain that the first line is totally, mind-bogglingly kick ass.) But how do you come up with a great first line without knowing the story? Ugh.

I know, right?! It’s just like Bill and Ted with their Triumphant Video/Eddie Van Halen CATCH-22 situation!

Bill S. Preston, Esquire and Ted "Theodore" Logan

So you’re maybe thinking, “Uh, Satan? That doesn’t have anything to do with what you’re talking about.” And in response, I’m maybe thinking, “Fuck you.” And I still need an awesome first line.

But I’ve come up with a plan: I’ll come up with some first-line candidates that I think demonstrate my staggering authorial genius, and you all can vote on them.

So here it is — a poll (and not just any poll, mind you, but a SUPRE POLL, spelled all cool and European).

SUPRE POLL

  • Uno:We really shouldn’t have brought the tiger. We knew better. Man-eating jungle cats are never a good idea, and they’ve got no business being at weddings.
  • Dos:Lester had always known that his extra leg would come in handy. But not like this.
  • Y Pues, Tres:In the beginning, there was only Vienna Sausage. No light, no dark — only little, wet sausages.

PS – I’m not savvy enough to know how to make an actual poll that actually fucking works or anything for actual fuck’s sake (and probably some asstastic foreign spammers would show up and somehow advertise penis pills on it anyway), so you’re just going to have to send in your votes via mind beams.

So, How Was Your Holiday?

Saturday, February 14th, 2009

I have never understood why people like to spend so much time filling space with their mouths, talking about the weather, asking about stuff they don’t care about, or just regurgitating bits of uninteresting trivia. Elevator small talk is the worst, because you can’t just walk away. Because I know you all find small talk as tedious as I do, I’ve come up with a list of handy responses that you can use if you’re accosted by some dumbass with a bad case of verbal diarrhea:

Small Talk: A Deadly Sin?

Small Talk: A Deadly Sin?

Example 1:
Stupid Small Talk: “How was your holiday?”
Response: “I killed a nun, fuck you very much.”

Example 2:
Stupid Small Talk: “Can you believe this weather? Sure is cold today! My hands are freezing!”
Response: “Yeah! I know! And the best way to warm up is with body heat. Want to put your hands in my butt crack?”

Example 3:
Stupid Small Talk: “Hey, did you see the news last night? They finally caught that serial killer.”
Response: “He’s not a serial killer. He’s my dad.”

Example 4:
Stupid Small Talk: “What did you do over the weekend?”
Response: “Oh, I got arrested for trafficking in child pornography. Sucked. I totally maxed out my credit cards making bail.”

Example 5:
Stupid Small Talk: “It’s hump day!”
Response: “Really? Um, okay. Take off your pants, I guess.”