Thursday, May 22, 2014

Fuck Those Fucking Fuckers

Gilbert Gottfried.  Joan Rivers. Michael whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is.  Richards.



Asking someone to apologize for a joke is like asking someone to clean up a fart.

It may have smelled bad for a second, but it's gone and just doesn't fucking matter.

And if someone keeps going around telling tasteless, bad, insensitive jokes, then don't go in that smelly room.

The extraction of apologies from everyone for not conforming to some unannounced Huffington-Post-measured ethos is now mandatory.

Fucking fuckers.

2 comments:

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

Offended, offended, you have no complaint -- you are what you are and you ain't what you ain't. So listen up Buster & listen up good: Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

As I'm sure you know I meant that's what we tell them, not what I tell you. Which reminds me, however, that it is impossible to communicate so I am going to quit now.