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Hot Tub Waste-of-Time Machine

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Craig’s List Hot Tub (And Other Bad Ideas)

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They were not chosen due to the fact that they only cover one aspect of this spiral of fail that could only have been achieved through a combination of gross incompetence, stupidity, testosterone, and stubborn defiance which has become increasingly obvious to be par for the course when dealing with my brothers.

So, this spiral staircase into Hell begins at a familiar destination, Craig’s List.  Part online trading post and part hooker solicitation service Craigs List is home to (mostly) defective and useless junk that other people attempt to sell to suckers for a quick buck.  With that in mind, in walks my brothers deciding to purchase a hot tub to go into my mother’s condo.  Of course a discount hot tub that they haven’t even planned the logistics of how the fuck to even get it inside of the house could be nothing but an amazing idea.  So the younger of the two brothers of mine shows up at the house one day with a hot tub in the bed of his hitch trailer (in true alcoholic conservative fashion he runs a lawn care business), several of his retarded ‘friends’ (people that hang out with him so they can smoke his weed), and absolutely no plan whatsoever.

There are many layers to this onion of failure, but I think it would be wise to reveal them in the same order I figured them out, for maximum comedy.   I’d like to preface the following by saying that from the start I thought this hot tub thing was a terrible idea.  A local radio guy I listen to recently had purchased a hot tub on, you guessed it, craig’s list and it was defective to say the least.  I think I even told my brothers his tale of woe, but being young and with that ‘whatever I do what I want’ attitude they basically ignored me.  Allow me to also state, and I say this with as little arrogance as possible, that usually when I think something is a bad idea (especially when it’s a plan or idea of my family’s)  it usually turns out to be even worse than I imagine it to be.

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Fandemonium at Facebook.

Sometime last year, I signed up for a Facebook account to flame someone.. I don’t remember who.  See, you have to sign up to be able to see jack shit (and there’s plenty of it to be seen), but once I’d registered, I realized that the tip was rather off and there was nothing worthy of my time nor genius to be ripped to shreds.  After a few weeks I realized that at the very least, Facebook could be useful for keeping in touch with family and old high school friends.  So essentially, well, it’s not very useful at all.  Signing up under your real name and allowing people to find you who you obviously didn’t contact until now for good reason, is akin to giving a class full of angry retards two mallets each and putting a “WHACK ME” sign on your exposed and vulnerable nutsac.  In my case, precious few of these people have actually become valuable members of society, and they like the dumbest shit possible.  One chick on there updated her status every goddamn hour with something about how awesome Twilight is and how she wants to read every drooling spasticated fucking word from Stephenie Meyer’s magic fingers, and she did this in ALL CAPS.  Seriously, she’s in her 30′s now.

It didn’t end there, and certainly not with her.  There seems to be a growing trend on Facebook: essentially becoming “fans” of things.  Now one would typically draw the conclusion that like Myspace, they would be publicly announcing their devotion to some stupid band or comedian, that is, if one were a sane, rational human being who didn’t think the internet could get any more pathetic. People are becoming “fans” of everything – doesn’t matter what, as long as they enjoy it.  Air.  Sleeping.  Hugging.  Having babies.  The sun.  Summer.

This is the kind of fucking bullshit that makes me want to viciously murder the majority of the world’s population.  Holy Mary motherfucking fuck, how can you just mindlessly become a fan of such mundane crap.  Does it need to be announced that you like to eat?  Maybe you need to tell the world that you have a passion for WALKING.  Hopefully you didn’t miss anything either, because imagine the horror at the office party when you remember that in a brief moment of actually not being a total fuckhead, you neglected to follow suit and list yourself as a fan of DIGESTING YOUR FOOD.

You’re dead to your co-workers now.

And I never seem to see anything better than these stupid little obvious fan pages.  Once in a while there will be some totally off the wall shit like “Not being on Fire” (which I am actually a fan of).

Why?  Because Facebook is chock full of religious nuts, teenage girls, rednecks, and bored housewives who want to stay connected with grandma.  I’m an exception.  I now log into Facebook to see if I can’t annoy people I stupidly added thinking this was going to be enjoyable, into de-friending me.  I seriously don’t think anyone’s paying attention.  I post links to strange or disturbing videos, anti-PC material, etc.. you know, anything that cool people like.

I’m a fan of cool people!  And fans of cool people!

Facebook is so fucking stupid.  How do I get into these things?

- Wells


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