Lost in Translation

by ArmedGeek

Welcome back! Hopefully you're feeling a little tipsy and are ready to post some drunken ranting. Cheers!

Yeah, I get that I’m pulling hind tit here as this film came out in ‘03. I JUST SAW IT THOUGH SO FUCK OFF. Essentially the movie is a nice non-sexual soulmate connection in a completely alien environment.

Could be just a matter of best-match in an alien environment.

But the two main characters really had a connection for lots of reasons.

This is why I feel so utterly alone.

The pain in the ass of the Internet is the knowing that there is someone like you out there in the world. So we’re left with our loneliness in addition to knowing that there is a soul-mate out there.

50 years ago you would not be aware of a similar personality elsewhere on the planet.

Yes, I get that I went off the rails here. Lost In Translation … there’s never been a more perfect display of non-sexual “mates” for the given environment. You’ve got two people who are utterly alone and manage to find each other. They each have needs that the other fill without more than barely a hint of sex. Everything these days seems to revolve around sex but .. life doesn’t.

Point is, I guess, that companionship can be found …. no… that soul-mates are not necessarily those you’re married to … no … that age is irrelevant …… no …. that like-souls will find each other in an alien environment …. eh, maybe …

fuck.

I’ve not seen a movie in recent history that made me feel as alone as this film and it was stil worth watching.

The New Drunk

by allaboutthez

Recently I’ve come to realize that although i’ve been drinking for a long time with the same people, that eventually drunks change and disperse despite history. It’s a strange and accepted change, for me atleast, and i would like to hear from someone who has gone through the same situation. Happy drinking!!!

Trev

The problem w/ america and americans.Part 1(yes there will be more)

by mdavfc

99 bottles of beer on the wall , 99 bottles of beer , you     aaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh if you don’t know the rest you shouldn’t be drinking.(PBR # 6) So in case you haven’t noticed I like to drink,  and by drink I mean getting pissed.I also like watching hockey and football (not nfl real football. oh I’m sorry soccer  fuck!) AND I’m very pasonate  about both. (PBR #8) I typically watch “football” by myself, but I, more not often than not watch hockey w/ my Canadian friend(female) and we always take shit from Americans in the bar for being to loud FUCK EM!.(That’s a12 pack) .(that’s my problem w/ Americans if doesn’t involve me be quiet.)I think that is called apathy . (working on 15) Anyway my friend also smokes, so she has to go outside to smoke. (My problem with America) I am not a smoker but I always thought a bar was where you went to drink, smoke, and sort your life out, if need be. You drink at a bar you pickle your liver, you smoke, you smog out your lungs. Whats the diff?  We are all going to die let us do it being happy. GO AVALANCH.

P.S. Spellcheck is yhe DOGS BOLLOCKS.

I don’t mean to brag

by zombie

Have you ever met these superficial fucks that say…”I don’t mean to brag, but…”?  Bullshit you cocky fuck, yah you do.  Brag all you want you dipshit.  Just know that I ain’t listening to a word you say.  And another thing… you are a douche bag!!!  If your collar ain’t popped already, then go ahead and pop it because you are officially a douche.  In the spirit of the late George Carlin…”Here’s another group of mutants with missing chromosomes who ought to be thrown screaming from a helicopter.”  People that say “I’m not cocky…I’m confident.”  Guess what dickweed.  That’s only something cocky people say.  And again…you are a douche!!!

The World

by soup

Will someone tell me how the hell the world got to the point where we need licenses to fish? In my opinion (and granted, I may be wrong) a license symbolizes the fact that the secular world agrees that a person is skilled enough to perform a certain action.

The state recognizes that a 16-year-old is at a reasonable enough age to allow him or her to operate a vehicle (even though I scored 1 point above passing on my 16th birthday). But when did fishing get to the point to where society needed to screen applicants? Since when is a person so incompetent that they can’t fish? The fucked up thing is, I’ve been asked, on more than one occasion to show proof of my fishing license.

If this isn’t the an oversight, I don’t know what is.

Revolution Number Ten

by godfather

First off, I’d like to thank the big Soup for the visit tonight, he fought valiantly but still managed to take second place to the man. By the way, I would be the man. I hate to be that guy, but Soup isn’t quite that guy. Soup is second to me. Count it.

Regardless, I respect the Soup. He does what the Campbell’s do, namely, rock the house. While this is something worth respecting, tonight, I’d like to talk about something more important: drug commercials.

Yeah, those cheesy commercials that ask you to ask your doctor about a drug that “might be right for you,” What the fuck ever, acid might be right for you. John. Lennon.

Drugs, God’s gift to man

Okay, I am not 100% sure what drug was being advertised, but the warning tag line went like this:

If you are suspected of or have a history of tuberculosis, please let your doctor know before taking XXX.

Okay, first of all, if I had a history of tuberculosis, I’d most likely be DEAD. Especially since TB is under-diagnosed because of the highly unlikely nature of your catching it. Although we have an effective measure of treatment for TB, we never see it anymore so it’s unlikely that your trusting doc would diagnose you properly. That means you die, maybe.

Okay, so what if I have TB and need said advertised drug..

You’re fucked. Not only once, but twice: give up. While this isn’t an advice blog, but you might consider that.

So, who cares if giant corporations influence public opinion about the most tested drugs in the word?

Fucking ME. That’s who. This is the way it works: the rich people fuck the poor people. The end. Good fucking God what other proof do you need? For example:

We just invented a new drug for restless leg syndrome. RLS is a very rare and uncommon disease that isn’t well understood.

So let’s take the public by storm and declare that any sensations in  the legs around bedtime are the result of a rampant case of RLS!!!!!

Try it. Lay in bed and try to feel those restless legs. I bet you can. If you try really, really hard. You can feel it? Yep, buy our drugs. Problem solved.

Okay, what else is ruining America?

Carlos Mencia.

Seriously, who thinks this guy is funny? I might be breaking new ground for this blog (besides the fact that I am one of the few who post) but seriously this show of “comedy” is absolutely pathetic. Reciting ridiculous racial stereotypes is NOT EDGY. It’s old hat and stupid.

HHAHHAHAHHHAHAH. Mexicans wear funny hats and LOVE TACOS!@@!!!1!!1! HAHAHAH.

Please stop. Sweet nectarine Lord please stop.

So, what is enriching America?

Movies that come from other countries. How fucking sad is that? Take In Bruges for example, a racist midget is killed by some asshole because he wants to avenge a child’s death (which apparently is wrong). The racist midget is high on coke and  thinks blacks and white are gonna go at it Manson-style. Then a guy karate chops him. Said midget is killed by said asshole.

I don’t even care. Midgets, come get me. You’re so small that I can take you no problem. Pussies.

Karate chopping a midget = awesome. Awesome = enriching America. Basic science.

Done.

Alright, I’m finished after about 12 drinks or so over an 3-4 hours period. I’m really drunk. I don’t even care that this is a pathetic article. It’s a fucking article and it fucking counts. Fuck.