HUGE YARD SALE

July 26, 2012 3 comments

HUGE YARDSALE

625 Marmalade Ct.

SAT 7/28
SUN 729

7 AM-?

HUGE sale (600 acres or something like that, I don’t remember for sure), something for everyone. Dogs, cats, moose. Real locks of wizard’s hair (RARE)!  CDs.  Snacks?  Lots of CDs.  Uncle Jeff might stop by! dID i MENTION THERE WILL BE CDS THERE?

 

 

 

 

Categories: Jason's Life

Make The Mall Fun!

July 6, 2012 6 comments

Planning a trip to the mall? BORING! Who does that? I hope you’re not going there to go shopping. God, that’s awful! Trust me, there’s stuff you can do to make the mall a lot better.

One trick that I’ve learned over the years involves a makeup store (preferably a Sephora), hands (your own will work if you can’t find another pair laying around) and some lipstick. Start by applying the lipstick all over your body. Do not stop until your body can be scientifically proven to be made up of at least 31% lipstick or you will ruin everything. Once you’ve successfully transformed yourself into a lipstick monster, start running around the store. Foam at the mouth if you have to, I don’t give a fuck. Now, find an employee. Any one will do but if you can find one that looks like Justin Bieber that would be perfect. Start screaming, and for added effect, feel free to shake them as hard as you can. Say things while screaming like “what have your products done to me?” and “look at my disease!” Super fun times.

Lipstick bath not for you? Maybe you’re more of a food lover. Awesome, this next activity will be perfect! Stop in the food court and walk up to the counter at Arby’s (or Wendy’s or Burger King, whatever, this isn’t a life or death situation. Jesus.). Before anyone can address you, hop up on the counter and announce “I’m here for my meat coat, y’all!” Since you’re already up on the counter, you might as well hop behind it. Pick up a handful of fries and just look at them for a couple minutes. Then say “oh, no thanks! I’m stuffed, I already ate like four scarves downstairs at the Urban Outfitters.” You can give yourself a ketchup mustache too if you’re one of those perverts that’s into that kind of shit.

Still haven’t found a way to have fun at the mall? This last recommendation is fool proof. That’s right, we’re going to Build-a-Bear! Walk in the door with your sunglasses on like you own that shit. Wink at the first bear you see but make sure you take off your sunglasses or else no one will see the wink, idiot. Now walk up to an employee and introduce yourself. Say “hi, I’m Dennis. The butt guy. You might know me from TV. Here’s my card.” As they reach out for your card, tickle their palm. As soon as they pull away, shout “aha!” Tell them you’re with PETA and start to eat all the stuffing you can find. Then take off. Seriously, run. Get the fuck out of the mall and never come back.

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My Birthday Wish List

April 29, 2012 13 comments

An Extra Life

I know what you’re thinking.  “Jesus already did that.  What a poser!”  Unfortunately, I’m not going to be able to tell you exactly how to figure this one out.   It is my birthday, after all.  But you could try picking up a coin every time you see one until you get a hundred or maybe killing your boss would work.  That’s how they do it in video games, at least.  I don’t really think they would just make something like that up.

The Color Orange

Do you know anyone else that owns a color?  Stop, no you don’t.  I’d be walking down the street and people would be like “yo dudes!  It’s Jason, he’s that cat that owns orange!”  I would probably be wearing a fuzzy orange Kangol jump suit and that might give it away.  But whatever, I own orange now, that’s my job.

To be as Cool as Someone Named Derek

I knew this kid named Derek once that was so cool that he just stayed a kid forever.  He even wore a backwards hat.  I also heard this really cool rumor that all Dereks learn how to slam dunk a basketball when they’re five.  I still have to sing a song to help me tie my shoes.

A Stick or Something

I don’t know, I’m kind of out of ideas.

A New Breath

Mine has been disgusting lately and it’s really starting to piss me off.  The other night after I ate a Doritos and asparagus salad, I’m pretty sure I killed my grandma just by talking to her on the phone.  I’d like my new breath to smell like something delightful, like a box of crayons or a new book.  You know, something sexy but not too over the top.

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There’s a Reason To Life

February 25, 2012 5 comments

There’s a reason to life.  I knew that the second I saw it.  Weaved somewhere into those beautiful patches of multi-colored yarn was a message from a very wise and powerful being.  A source of knowledge and beauty so strong that it can only be rivaled by the angry guy across the street with the Cheeto-shaped bald spot who hates cats.

The almighty Jonathan, knower of all things.  Keeper of all sewing needles.  Talker of all words.

The majestic seagull, the Jesus of the sea, visits you in a dream.  “There’s a reason to life,” he pecks into your ear drum in Morse code.  Your ears start to bleed glittery, golden blood.  You are the chosen one.

  In his beak, he carries a scroll.  You unroll it slowly, knowing what it will say all along.  “Jonathan,” some kind of magical ghost whispers to you.  Your body is suddenly shrouded in white robes.  By robes I mean the white, grease-stained shirt from your family picnic and white male briefs, formerly size medium before being stretched into a large last Tuesday when your cousin Eric had to borrow them.

Come, run away with me.  To a place where we can roll around in the flowers and pleasure ourselves with carpet all day.  Please don’t bring your annoying comic books.  We will be busy studying the words that have been tattooed onto our souls with a hammer and chisel made of chocolate.  Happiness.

We’ll break free from the shackles of the English language.  Nothing has to make sense.  If Jonathan tells us that we will feast on garlic eyeball soup with our bare feet for breakfast , then let it be so!

Long life the almighty Jonathan!  There’s a reason to life.

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Pretending to be a Better Person: 4 Nice Tips

February 19, 2012 9 comments

You have to pick your family up from the airport in half an hour.  Nobody else can do it but you’re convinced that you have a really bad disease and this cool show about Bigfoot is about to start.  A super awesome idea about making a double-decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich just popped into your head too.  What do you do?

If you chose Bigfoot, you’re exactly like me.  Well, at least how I used to be.  Until I decided to become a better person.  Ok, maybe I didn’t really decide that but, like, at least three people are really convinced that I did.  Maybe you can do like I did and trick people into thinking that there’s a new and improved you. It’s at least worth a shot.

Here’s a few nice tips that I’ve used to brainwash people into thinking that I’m actually trustworthy and decent.  They might be able to help you out, too.

GIVE PEOPLE STUFF

Nothing says “I care about you,” quite like a piece of chicken in her face.  This Mother’s Day, give back to your mom for all that she’s given to you.  Just make sure you don’t leave without sniffing her face for crumbs.

But don’t stop with the chicken for your mom!  Actually, yeah.  Stop there.  It’s way too expensive to be going out and just picking shit up for your friends all the time.

DONATE AND SHIT

The next time a store asks you to donate a dollar to a great cause, do it.  Just make sure your name is going up on the wall with the rest of the charity hall-of-famers.  Sign your name as Showtime to be sure it sticks out.  Then get wild in that bitch!  Hang out by your sign and let everyone know who the fuck Showtime is!  You just donated to a charity!  You can do whatever the fuck you want!

COMMUNICATE

Let people know what’s up.  Leave a note at your work station or at home if you’re going to be away.  The more honest, the better.  Don’t be afraid to be descriptive.  Draw pictures, estimate the time you’ll be away.  Whatever helps the people around you think that you would actually care about keeping in touch with them.

BE SUPPORTIVE

You should always try to be there for your friends.  But like everything else in life, being supportive has its limits.  In this instance, that limit is funerals.  Your friends can’t expect the world from you and you need to lay down the law in this scenario.  “I’m sorry, but I can’t make it to the funeral.  My chest actually hurts.  A lot,” you explain in an email you send to their work account over the weekend.  Your friend gets all mad but it’s one of those sad-mads so you know everything will be fine in a couple weeks.

After all, people die from chest pain every day.  If anything, you were just protecting them from another tragedy.  What a great friend you are!

These four tips helped me get back on my grandma’s Christmas money list.  I can only hope they’ll work half as well for you.

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Super Bowl Showdown

January 22, 2012 Leave a comment

(another genius contribution from @Freakarms)

An Open Letter to Capri Sun

January 15, 2012 30 comments

Dear Capri Sun,

Science discovers outer space and invents robots.  Magic is a thing. Yet, your Kangaroo juice pouch still has a shitty straw hole.  How many times do I have to end lunch with a punctured juice sack and strawberry-kiwi scented nipple stains before this travesty comes to an end?

Look, I’ve never written a letter before.  Honestly, I’ve never cared about anything enough to write a letter.  But this is different.  This is actually important.  How many times do we as Americans have to suffer through the injustice of poking our straws all the way through your sack?  We don’t want a Capri Sun shower.  We have a Constitution that protects us from stuff like that.

I really don’t want to quit on you.  Capri Sun has been with me through a lot of really memorable moments in my life.  My first high school lunch, the first time I watched Power Rangers.  Capri Sun is even what my friend Anthony and I were drinking when that porn with the guy who tried to oops his own uh-oh came on.  Fucking memories, man.  Your juice belongs in my mouth!

Capri Sun has always been the cool juice box and that’s why I’m hoping we can still hang out.  Capri Sun is what my cousin who smoked cigarettes in second grade drank with his lunch everyday.  I’ll bet astronauts and A.C. Slater drink it too.  Trust me, I’m not asking for a huge box.  We love your shiny sack of Space Age juice!  But isn’t there something you can do about your hole?

How do I expect you to fix your hole?  Maybe some kind of, like, cool ramp that has rainbows on it and stuff?  That would probably work.  But I’m no scientist.  I’m just an average guy, drinking your juice in my underwear and watching Thundercats DVDs.  And I want it to stay that way.

Inexplicably naked,

Jason

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