Inconceivable. Narcissists love only themselves.

Shocked! Shocked, I am, that you have somehow managed to see past the end of your own nose in order to notice something! Do you know why yours is the only one I come back at? It’s because you are the only one who feels compelled to try to correct me, the few times I comment.

Cry me a river, Karen. No one asks you to butt in with your negative commentary. No one has ever asked you to “correct” their opinions, but there you are, every time, Ms. Annie Buzzkill, inserting yourself with your self-righteous attitude, as if your opinion is the only one that matters.

And, not surprisingly, you’ve whipped out your misogyny card and are waving it around, yelling, “Woman hater! We have a woman hater over here!”

I knew it was just a matter of time before you started crying “woman hater” simply because you have no valid arguments.

Leftist, thy name is predictability!

You’re nothing more but an overblown Socialist troll with an inflated sense of self-righteous moral superiority.

As for me, I think it’s hilarious that you get an eyeful of the head of my ERECT PENIS every time you post another one of your patronizing comments in answer to any one of my posts! That’s my dick you’re forced to see every time you feel compelled to get in the last word!

LOOK AT MY DICK! LOOK AT IT!

Now, I’m ready for your next post, an ad hominem attack about penis size or some other random characteristic of mine, because that is the fallback position Leftists always go to when they have no valid counterpoint to make!

Fire your best shot, Karen Buttinski!

“Shake Hands With Beef” - Primus

There's a time for lies
And a time for truth
I say, eye for an eye
Eye for a tooth

When I roamed young
I'd scavenge around
Every nook and cranny
Of our little town

It's nice, so nice, to be

Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
Shake hands with beef

She's so fine
She's so sweet
Mom and Pop they raised her
On huge slabs of meat
She's fine

A man of nine
Water derby day
26 pumps
On a Crossman
And it's time to play
It's nice, so nice, to be

Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
P byuff Tijuana Smalls
Shake hands with beef

Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
Shake hands with beef

Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
Shake hands with beef

You can do whatever you want, honey. You’re going to, anyway, no matter how stupid and petty it is.

I grew up in region where that was strictly discouraged by my peers. No one I knew even considered it or admitted to it. If you did, you were picked on mercilessly by the other kids.

Even comparing parts with a girl was taboo, and none of the girls I knew back then ever tried to show me anything more than a flash of panty. There were only two who did that, and that was before 6th grade.

Hah! Look at all that “global warming” coming down!

Just because we can, it does not mean we should. To become reliant on technology for every single aspect of one’s life is to surrender one’s autonomy.

One becomes a slave to someone else’s hardware or software.

There is now an entire generation of people today who, if the internet suddenly were to be shut off tomorrow, would have no idea how to fend for themselves. They don’t bother to learn any useful skills, including how to keep themselves fed and warm, simply because they can just look it up on their devices. They know no more than the minimum required to operate a fragile electronic device.

And, do not forget this wise maxim as it pertains to internet information: Garbage in, garbage out. The information is only as good as the idiot who enters it.

There is a difference between knowledge and information. They are not the same thing. Our modern society is woefully short of the former, and completely saturated with the latter.

Saw a girl in a new one in Lovelock, Nevada back in the 80s. She was parked on a slight incline and the gears were out of sync. She couldn’t get it to go into reverse.

Piece of shit socialist commie car.

I shouldn’t have had to.

Keep nit picking. It gives you something to do.

“Pushit” - Tool

I saw the gap again today
While you were begging me to stay
Take care not to make me enter
If I do, we both may disappear

Know that I will choke until I swallow
Choke this infant here before me
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge or strike you down?

But you're
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me

You still love me, you still love me
But you didn't need to push it on me
You still love me, you still love me
But you didn't need to push it on me

Rest your trigger on my finger
Bang my head upon the fault line
You better take care not to make me enter
'Cause if I do, we both may disappear

But you're
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me

You still love me, you still love me
But you didn't need to push it on me
You're pushin' and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me

I'm slipping back into the gap again
I'm alive when you're touching me
Alive when you're shoving me down, yeah
But I'd trade it all
For just a little peace of mind

Push it on me, push it on me
Push it on me, push it on me
You're pushing, and shoving, and scrambling
To keep my feet flat on the ground

I am somewhere I don't wanna be, yeah

Push me somewhere I don't wanna be

You put me somewhere I don't wanna be

Seeing someplace I don't wanna see

Never want to see that place again

Saw that gap again today

While you were begging me to stay

Managed to push myself away

And you, as well, my dear

And if when I say I might fade like a sigh if I stay
You minimize my movement anyway
I must persuade you another way

Pushing and shoving, pushing and shoving, pushing me
There's no love in fear
Yeah, I'm staring down the hole again
Hands are on my back again
Survival is my only friend
Terrified of what may come, yeah
Remember I'll always love you
As I claw your fucking throat away
It will end no other way
It will end no other way

Serbia is not the U.S., in case you haven’t noticed.

Well, your sad existence does have some meaning, I guess. If you’re here, you’re not standing in front of cars on some city street somewhere cold right now. At least we can be thankful for that.

How many Yugos are on the road today?

Where were you when she said she was actively trying to take the masculinity out of the product? She all but said the image portrayed by the product represented “toxic masculinity,” as if her toxic feminism was any better.

And, why the fuck do you even care? Every time someone has a differing opinion on every petty or trivial little itsy-bitsy subject, there you are, arguing a pointless argument, as if your opinion on every little goddamned teeny-tiny lame-ass subject on the planet is the only one that matters. Don’t you have any hobbies, or is this it?

Jeezus Horatio Christ!

“Muscle of Love” - Alice Cooper

Aw, who's the queen of the locker room
Who's the cream of the crop
Poor Joey took her to the matinee
Said, "God, she wouldn't stop!"

Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle

Well, I must have come to that crazy age
Where ev'rything is hot
'Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinking
Are normal thoughts or not

Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love
Yeah
Ooh

I read Dad's books like I did before
Now things are crystal clear
Lock the door in the bathroom now
I just can't get caught in here

Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
I got a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Must be a gift from above
Yeah, yeah, yeah

It’s not the calories in beer that give men guts. It’s the female hormones in the barley used to make beer. The grains used to make beer contain phytoestrogens, a plant hormone that imitates female hormones.

Moderate beer consumption tend not to cause problems, including hormonal imbalances in men, but excessive consumption can cause hormonal issues, including gynecomastia in men.

Plus, beer contains a lot of sugars, too. Not all the sugars are consumed by the yeast during fermentation. Yeast begins to die off when the alcohol level reaches around 12-15% ABV.

Diabetics should not be drinking beer.

I used to like beer. I’ve tried all kinds, from an English beer called Old Peculiar, to San Miguel in the Philippines, and a big bunch in between.

Sadly, my beer drinking days are over. I have to limit anything made with wheat or barley to hardly any, because is makes me hurt all over. I can’t even drink bourbon anymore, and I love a good 80 proof bourbon.

I’m trying sake now, and I’m going to see what rums and tequilas do for me. Wine is fine, especially reds. I love a good cabernet!

“Let ‘Em In” - Paul McCartney

Someone knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Someone's knocking at the door
Somebody's ringing the bell
Do me a favour
Open the door and let 'em in, ooh yeah

Someone's knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Someone's knocking at the door
Somebody's ringing the bell
Do me a favour
Open the door, let 'em in, yeah, let 'em in

Sister Suzy, brother John
Martin Luther, Phil, and Don
Brother Michael, auntie Jin
Open the door, let 'em in, oh yeah

Sister Suzy, brother John
Martin Luther, Phil, and Don
Uncle Ernie, auntie Jin
Open the door, let 'em in, oh, yeah

Someone knocking at the door (whoo, whoo)
Somebody ringing the bell (whoo, whoo)
Someone's knocking at the door (whoo, whoo)
Somebody ringing the bell (whoo, whoo)
Do me a favour (whoo, whoo)
Open the door, and let 'em in (whoo, whoo)
Ooh yeah, yeah, let 'em in now (whoo, whoo)

Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do, do, do

Sister Suzy, brother John
Martin Luther, Phil and Don, ooh
Uncle Ernie, Uncle Ian
Open the door, let 'em in, oh, yeah, yeah

Someone's knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Someone knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Do me a favour
Open the door and let 'em in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I mean cheap as in it is a low class Walmartian grain beverage. I’m not going to call it beer, because it is not beer.

Calling is “beer” is like calling a Yugo a “car."

My dog knows me by sight. She knows my pickup, too. She recognizes it when I come up the driveway. She also knows my mother-in-law’s car by sight.

Bud Light is not beer. It’s a travesty, merely a cheap imitation of what beer is supposed to be. It’s piss water right out of the container, before it goes through your kidneys. Even before that pretentious weirdo became its spokes “person,” I would not have even used it to put out my hair if it was on fire.

The main reason it became as popular as it was, aside from the cheap price, was marketing. Quality, body, and flavor has had absolutely nothing to do with why it was at the top of the heap. It’s effect beer; people drink it for the effect, not for the taste or mouth feel.

And then, they had to promote up a Peter Principle candidate to head the Bud Light division, someone who thought she was smarter than anyone else in the room.

Anheuser-Busch got what it deserved when it entrusted the fate of perhaps the most profitable product in their line-up to a 4th wave feminist social justice hack.

She was definitive proof that education does NOT equate to intelligence.

No pics necessary. That’s normal scrotal behavior. Your nuts need to be a few of degrees cooler than your body to function properly for sperm production. Nothing unusual about that at all.

I’ve never measured them, but a kid two years older than me told me mine were big in the junior high boys locker room after gym class back in the mid 70s.

“Under My Wheels” - Alice Cooper

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun

I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah-yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be?

'Cause when you call me on the telephone saying
"Take me to the show"
And then I say "Honey, I just can't go
Old lady's sick and I can't leave her home"

Telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
I got you under my wheels

I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Got you under my wheels, yeah-yeah
I got you under my wheels

Ahh!

Telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun

I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah-yeah-yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be? Yeah-yeah

Got you under my wheels, yeah-yeah
I got you under my wheels, wheels, wheels
Got you, got you, got you, got you, got you
Got you, got you, got you, got you, got you
Got you, got you, got you, got you, got you, got you

Under my wheels, got you under my wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels

No one knows I’m posting dick pics on this site!

Hard cocks and pussy lips, all day long!

“Go To Hell” - Alice Cooper

For criminal acts and violence on the stage
For being a brat
Refusing to act your age
For all of the decent citizens you've enraged
You can go to Hell
For g@mbling and drinking alcohol constantly
For making us doubt our parents authority
For choosing to be a living obscenity
You can go to Hell

You're something that never should have happened
You even make your Grandma sick
You'd poison a blind man's dog and steal his cane
You'd gift wrap a leper
And mail him to your Aunt Jane
You'd even force-feed a diabetic a candy cane
You can go to Hell

You're something that never should have happened
You even make your Grandma sick
For criminal acts and violence on the stage
For being a brat
Refusing to act your age
For all of the decent citizens you've enraged
You can go to Hell

“Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word” - Elton John

What do I got to do to make you love me?
What do I got to do to make you care?
What do I do when lightning strikes me?
And awake to find that you're not there

What do I do to make you want me?
What do I got to do to be heard?

What do I say when it's all over?
Sorry seems to be the hardest word
It's sad (so sad) so sad
It's a sad sad situation

And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad (so sad) so sad
Why can't we talk it over?
Oh, it seems to me that sorry seems to be the hardest word

It's sad (so sad) so sad
It's a sad sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad (so sad) so sad
Why can't we talk it over?
Oh, it seems to me that sorry seems to be the hardest word

What do I do to make you love me?
Oh-oh-oh
What do I got to do to be heard?

What do I do when lightning strikes me?
What have I got to do?
What have I got to do?
When sorry seems to be the hardest word

Oh, I would, most definitely! It’s a fantasy I’ve had since I was 16! I even dreamed about it one night.

If I could suck my own cock, I’d never leave the house!

“Some Girls” - The Rolling Stones

Some girls give me money
Some girls buy me clothes
Some girls give me jewelry
That I never thought I'd own

Some girls give me diamonds
Some girls, heart attacks
Some girls I give all my bread to
I don't ever want it back

Some girls give me jewelry
Others buy me clothes
Some girls give me children
I never asked them for

So give me all your money
Give me all your gold
I'll buy you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own

Some girls take my money
Some girls take my clothes
Some girls get the shirt off my back
And leave me with a lethal dose

Yeah
French girls they want Cartier
Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world
You can possibly imagine

English girls they're so prissy
I can't stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook
I don't want them to ever call at all

White girls they're pretty funny
Sometimes they drive me mad
Black girls just wanna get fucked all night
I just don't have that much jam

Chinese girls are so gentle
They're really such a tease
You never know quite what they're cooking
Inside those silky sleeves

Give me all you money
Give me all your gold
I'll buy you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own

Yeah, baby, why don't you please come home?

Some girls they're so pure
Some girls so corrupt
Some girls give me children
I only made love to her once

Give me half your money
Give me half your car
Give me half of everything
I'll make you world's biggest star by half

So give me all your money
Give me all your gold
Let's go back to Zuma beach
I'll give you half of everything I own

“Hooker With A Penis” - Tool

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s
And a dope Beastie tee, nipple rings, new tattoos
That claimed that he was OGT
Back from '92, from the first EP

And in between sips of Coke, he told me
That he thought we were selling out
Layin' down, suckin' up to the man

Well now, I've got some advice for you, little buddy
Before you point the finger, you should know that I'm the man
I'm the man, and you're the man, and he's the man as well
So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass

All you know about me is what I've sold ya, dumb fuck
I sold out long before you'd ever heard my name
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit
And then you bought one

I've got some bad advice for you, little buddy
Before you point your finger, you should know that I'm the man
If I'm the fuckin' man, then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass

All you know about me is what I've sold ya, dumb fuck
I sold out long before you'd ever heard my name
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit
And then you bought one

All you read and wear or see and hear on TV
Is a product begging for your fat-ass, dirty dollar
Shut up and buy, buy, buy my new record
And buy, buy, buy, send more money

Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy

“Eight Miles High” - The Byrds

Eight miles high, and when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than known
Signs in the street, that say where you're going
Are somewhere just being their own

Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town, known for its sound
In places, small faces unbound

Round the squares, huddled in storms
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone

“Begin the Beguine” - Cole Porter

When they begin the beguine
it brings back the sound of music so tender,
it brings back a night of tropical splendor,
it brings back a memory ever green.
I'm with you once more under the stars,
and down by the shore an orchestra's playing
and even the palms seem to be swaying
when they begin the beguine.
To live it again is past all endeavor,
except when that tune clutches my heart,
and there we are, swearing to love forever,
and promising never, never to part.
What moments divine, what rapture serene,
till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted,
and now when i hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
i know but too well what they mean;
So don't let them begin the beguine
let the love that was once a fire remain an ember;
let it sleep like the dead desire i only remember
when they begin the beguine.
Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
till the stars that were there before return above you,
till you whisper to me once more,
"darling, i love you!"
and we suddenly know, what heaven we're in,
when they begin the beguine

Consider this: two guys hanging out and doing things together is not suspicious. You could be watching sports, playing video games, or…..

See where I’m going here?

Hanging out with a woman who is not your wife can be very suspicious, however. But, two buddies hanging out? Not many people will bat an eye at that.

As for me, if I had the opportunity to “hang out” with a very good friend (someone I know, like, and trust), I’d be all over that like ugly on an ape. I don’t see it as cheating. I see it as two friends sharing a common interest: the love of dick.

Doinking a woman who is not your wife is cheating, one hundred per cent. There is no argument there. But, jacking off your buddy and sucking his dick? That’s not cheating, by any means, as far as I am concerned. That’s two guys doing something fun together.

It just happens to involve cock.

Scientific studies have shown that the average length of an erect human penis is 13 centimeters. That’s 5 inches, for the Americans.

It’s not small. It’s normal.

The Left are taking us to feudalism, not the capitalists. Everything the Left have done in the past thirty years or so is aimed at turning free citizens into subjects who will live by the leave of the New Peerage. The Left want economic serfs.

The worst of these Leftist feudalists are the members of the WEF. These billionaire elitists are the main culprits. They are attempting to eliminate economic self-determination for everyone outside their neo-Leftist elite inner circle.

Everyone else outside this circle who advocates for Socialism, believing it to be a panacea to allegedly cure all the world's ills, are nothing more than the latest version of Lenin’s useful idiots. Every nation that has attempted to establish the varying degrees of Socialism have quietly backed away from it after it had, time and time again, failed to live up to its promises.

Pure Socialism is impossible. That’s why no one has ever attempted it.

The problem with Socialism is that it ignores human nature. People like to have nice stuff. They do not want to have to ask anyone else for permission to get it.

People also don’t want to support leeches who refuse to contribute anything back into the economy. Forcibly distributing the fruits of someone’s labor to others who only take and who give nothing back is theft, and it guarantees the collapse of any country that attempts to practices the purist forms of this theft: Marxist Socialism.

But of course, I’m sure you’ll have the mental gymnastics sufficient to come up with a justification as to how wrong I am for being against the overt coercive theft of someone else’s property gained through their own labor.

Pure unadulterated crap and TDS. Get a hobby and stop letting him live rent free inside your head.

“Gut Feeling” - Devo

Something about the way you taste
Makes me wanna clear my throat
There's a message to your movements
That really gets my goat

I looked for sniffy linings
But you're rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more

I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling

Centered 'round long time ago
On your ability to torment
Then you took your tongs of love
And stripped away my garment

I looked for sniffy linings
But you're rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more

I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling

I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling

I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling
I got a gut feeling

Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again

Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again

Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it up and down now)
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it all around now)

Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it up and down now)
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again, oh yeah
(Oh, move it all around now)

“Look Sharp!” - Joe Jackson

Big shot, tell you what
Tell me what goes on round here
Go on and get me in the corner
Smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer
Tell me that this world is no place for the weak
Then you can look me in the eye
And tell me if you see a trace of fear

You gotta look sharp
You gotta look sharp
And you gotta have no illusions
Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder

Okay, what you say
Tell me what they're wearing this year
Go on and laugh at me causeyou don't see
That I got something going right here
Say I'm just a dreamer
Say I'm just a kid
Well ace, shut your face
Maybe you will see or hear

You gotta look sharp
You gotta look sharp
And you gotta have no illusions
Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder

Big shot, thanks a lot
Gotta go it's getting late
I got a date with my tailor now
Thanks for putting me so straight
Tell me how they run the crime on every street
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
But check your watch and wallet now
Before I go and your too late
(Uh, huh-huh)

You gotta look sharp
You gotta look sharp
And you gotta have no illusions
Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder

Yeah