Fuck Eco-Products
If you’re going to take my trash and convert it into some usable product, then why are you people overcharging me? Instead, shouldn’t you be paying me? A large eco-bucket made from recycled plastic for 25 dollars? An eco-notebook made from recycled paper three times the cost of a regular notebook? Fuck you. My trash is what made your products. Trash should stay trash. Bury it. Pile it up. Build more golf course over those landfills. I don’t give a shit, but don’t try to guilty me into purchasing your fucking so called “green” products. I’ll stick to buying cheaper and none-eco, environmentally unfriendly products. Take that and shove it up your poo hole, Al Gore.
Computers Don’t Belong In School
Don’t get me wrong. I love my Macbook. It seems to be the only way I can get in touch with the outside world to people. Without it, I don’t think I could bare the shame of wacking off to lingerie models in the Macy’s catalog.
But when it comes to school, why the fuck does the PTA have to have a bake sale so that little Jimmy’s school can buy a few dozen of the new 4.8 GHz Core 2 Quad Intel Processors with 4 Gbs of memory along with the GeForce GTX video card?
When I think back to my days at penguin school, CT (computer technology) class was a major part of my grade, right next to social studies and religion. However, I can’t think of anything useful I got out of that class. It only helped perpetuate my hate for nuns and gave me uber tetris skills. I swear to Jah that one of the class lesson was to get the highest score in Tetris. Why do I distinctly remember this class? Because when I did get the highest score in class, the ‘prize’ was a kiss from Sister _______. (Her name will not be mentioned in case anyone from M.P.B. might stumble upon this and I will have to relive that trauma. Okay fine, she never game me that kiss of death but you don’t scare a 10 year old like that.) That fat son of a bitch who rolled around class in her office chair because her fat legs couldn’t bear the weight of gravity and her lunch. This was 4th grade.
sigh…i can’t remember the good old days before the ghost town
i like driving around at night from here to brooklyn and maybe across the bridge listening to
The Specials – ‘Ghost Town’
