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Lazy Fortunes

I think people used up Confucius’s good sayings far too early in the fortune cookie world. I’m not certain if the ones inside these little treats are from the days when he became old and senile or if he came back as a ghost at the fortune cookie factory and said “You know what, just write whatever the hell you want. You are butchering my ideas anyway.” Fortunes should begin with something like the following:
You will enjoy…
You will be…
You are going to…

I’m sick of having my fortune written by some half-witted chump who thought it would be profound to say:
Friends are good.
You enjoy fun.
Your parents love you.

Seriously? Maybe those aren’t direct quotes but you get the idea. Give me something to work with. I would rather have someone go all out and make some wild-ass guess about my life, like “You will be attacked by a pack of wooly mamoths in January of 2020” or even “You will choke on this fortune cookie. Make sure someone knows Heimlich maneuver” and have it be wrong than to get the most generic statements possible. That way, if it turned out to be right I would be like “HOLY CRAP!” I would do well as a fortune cookie writer.

UPDATE: I finally got a real fortune in my cookie! Accurate? I’ll let you decide…

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Dishonest Abe

On my usual trips through grocery stores, parks, and hallways I come by a very intriguing
phenomenon. Pennies are just laying in the corners of stores or even out in the open, right in front of everyone’s eyes. And I can’t help but feel sick every time a person passes one up. Sure, they may have simply not seen it, but I am sure if I put a dollar bill in the penny’s place they would at least take notice. I, myself, go beyond the call and pick up all the change that I can find. I make at least a quarter a week doing this practice. And I know that you can too!

(Insert here image of that Vince guy that sells stuff on TV or those old Uncle Sam posters (you know the one where he points at you?) and that is exactly what I look like right now, except without a headset on. It is at RadioShack being fixed right now, I spilled coffee on it ughhhh. Anyways, I digress…)

Money is money is money. Even though it is only a quarter, I make a profit every time. I wish people could understand this concept and join in on the adventure. It is fun and no doubt exhilarating. The best are when two people see the penny at the same time. Both want that penny, but it seems that neither are willing to take it. Neither wants to give the impression to the other that they are low enough that they feel the need to pick the penny up. The jackwagons are probably thinking to themselves, “Its face down for crying out loud, I would have bad luck the rest of the day. So I can’t possibly bend over to pick it up.” Idiots.

However, I encourage you to defy that stupid logic and pick up all those pennies. No one is above a penny. Be honest with yourself. You know you want that penny, so go ahead and take it. Honest Abe would be disappointed with you if you passed over it.

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Mythical Creatures that Didn’t Make the Cut on Noah’s Ark

When God decided to flood the earth, He chose Noah to build an ark and take two of each animal and put them on the ark.  But what happened to all of the creatures we often see in mythology and stories?  Well, today is your lucky day because I believe I’ve stumbled upon the answer for many of them.  What follows is a description of why each mythical being did not end up making the cut:

Unicorn – when they were making their way up to the ark, one ran into a tree and the horn pierced right through.  Noah knew that this could be an issue on a boat in the middle of the endless ocean.  Not to mention, seriously, you just run into a tree?  Definitely not smart enough to be in the post-flood world.  They were asked to leave.

Phoenix – Now, I did some research on this one and apparently only one can be alive at any given time.  Didn’t really fit the whole “2 per species” rule.  And, they are supposed to represent immortality… Noah and his natural curiosity wanted to test this theory.

Centaur – Half man, half horse… too confusing.  Stay in Fantasia where you belong, weirdo.

Mermaid – This was her territory… Noah told them to swim for it.

Dragon – Much like sharp horns, Noah knew that a wooden ark was not the best condition for fire breathers.  What if the damn thing coughed or sneezed?

Griffin – Are you kidding me?!?  This ugly bitch was far too disturbing to bring into the new world.

Pegasus – Too damn proud of their wings.  They would just fly too far from the boat only to tire out and fall to the water below.  Why bother bringing them on at all?

Giraffe – Wait, they made the cut?… Huh…

Sirens – Okay, seriously, shut the hell UP!  Far too annoying to listen too, and who knew how long they would be out at sea, no reason to add that soundtrack to the already horrible journey.

Cyclops – With only one eye, they weren’t really going to be good navigators.  Also, they were cannibalistic, so Noah thought that might make things awkward.

Fairies – An elephant accidentally stepped on them on the way up the ramp to the ark.  Oops.  The fairies’ last act of revenge was to curse the elephant with a giant phallic nose.

Sphinx – A person can only listen to so many riddles before enough is enough.  Plus, they were trying to give riddles to the other animals and not allowing passage to the ark without a correct answer.  Noah wanted to be the sole decider of who made it onto the ark.

Minotaur – The moron got lost in the labyrinth.  The flood didn’t wait for him.

Well, I hope this enlightens some.  It is the only explanation that makes any sense.  Most of these former creatures of the earth missed out on the ark due to their physical disabilities (there weren’t any laws passed yet to avoid these types of issues… and they were animals…) or their own douche-baggery, plain and simple.  This brings up a good point.  Noah was really the first to implement Charles Darwin’s “survival of the fittest” idea.

P.S. Just a side thought, Noah’s Ark had to be the worst possible time and place to be a third wheel…

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A Toolkit for Toolbags

I know you know them.  I see at least one every day.  They are the idiots that walk around thinking they are so fucking tough.  Little did they know they were raised in $300,000 homes and the concept of “work” has somehow slipped past them for the last 15 or 30 years.  It’s a shame too, because even the young kids are getting infected with this terrible disease.  It is called being a toolbag (aka tool, douche, d-bag, or jackwagon).

 

Most of these toolbags have never been in a real fight but are always throwing around empty threats to anybody that will listen.  I once saw a punk kid berate an old lady at the local supermarket.  She didn’t even do anything wrong, she just happened to be walking at the pace of a turtle that day.  Can you blame her though?  She was 95 and had a walker.

 

Thankfully, these toolbags are easily spotted.  Even their scent can give them away from 500 yards.  So here is a list of items that I have compiled throughout my young life.  These items on this list do not alone constitute a toolbag (although some can), but a combination of a few of these items can turn a preppy skinny kid into a world class toolbag.  I have taken the time to separate them into a four star category.

 

One Star Toolbag Items: The following by themselves will not make a kid into a toolbag, but they are like a gateway drug to the heavy hitting stuff.

1.  Jean shorts (more commonly referred to as jorts): I get it, all types of guys wear jean shorts, but unless you are a dad over thirty or ride horses for a living, please leave them on the rack at the department store.  I suggest going with a khaki type of short or just pony up the extra few bucks and buy the fucking jean pants.

2.  Pastel colored v-necks: These are mainly worn by the preppy kids out in suburbia, but they can be dangerous.  If it’s not Easter weekend, you should never even consider wearing them.  No girl is going to look at a guy and go “Wow, that dude sure knows how to rock the lilac!”

3.  Moccasins: Simple, unless you are truly native to America, don’t wear them.

4. Spiked hair: Okay fonz; cool it with the hair gel.  I get it; you want to make your hair into something it isn’t, well quit fucking trying.  No self-respecting girl wants to date a guy with more product in their hair then they have.

5.  The Bieber Flip: Alright, you may be asking yourself what the hell is the Bieber Flip?  Well just watch one of Justin Bieber’s interviews and watch what he does with that hair.  The little head shake he does to get the nonexistent hair out of his eyes.  Yeah it’s stupid, quit doing it.  Unless your banging every piece of ass in site and have Usher’s number on speed dial, it’s not cool.

 

Two Star Toolbag Items:  A combination of one of these items with any of the above may qualify you as a toolbag, although you might be able to get away with it.

1. Diamond Earrings: Unless you are a basketball star or a rapper don’t even try to pull these off.  Leave them to the women.

2.  Backwards caps:  You better be a catcher during a baseball game if you are trying to pull this off.  I just want to smack people that wear their hats the wrong way, I am pretty sure the direction of your hat indicates the direction of your life.

3.  Religious Necklaces:  Don’t be that guy that rocks a St. Michael necklace but bangs as many women as possible.  If you are truly religious you can wear them.

 

Three Star Toolbag Items:  If it is not the 1990s anymore and you still decide to wear these, you have issues!

1.  Shark-tooth necklaces:  You did not kill the shark, stop taking credit for it.  Might as well get a Pooka Shell necklace while you are at it.

2. Skinny Jeans:  Nobody wants to see your bulge, and if you need skinny jeans to make it visible then you clearly are reaching for the stars bud.

3. Oversize Belt Buckles:  Really?

 

Four Star Toolbag Items:  These are the crème de la crème of toolbag accessories.  Any of the following automatically make you a jackwagon.

1.  Aviator Sunglasses: You are not a fighter pilot, so don’t wear them.

2.  UFC Fight Night T-Shirts:  You know the ones with Old English writing on them?  Yeah, unless you actually fought in the match you should not be allowed to wear it.

3.  Flat Billed Caps w/ Sticker:  I do not understand this obsession; it is clearly past the 30 day return policy point, so just take the dang sticker off.

 

So that is the rundown of the toolbag items.  The one star items alone will not make you a toolbag, so quit sweating if you just happen to be wearing moccasins today, telling people “No seriously I only wear them because of how comfortable they are.”  If you have these items in your wardrobe you might want to reconsider wearing them ever again.  The worst one I have ever seen came about 1 year ago.  A kid was wearing Aviator sunglasses, diamond earrings, a UFC fight night t-shirt, a flat billed cap with the sticker still on, and a pair of jean shorts.  Now I dubbed that a “5-tool Toolbag.”

I hope you enjoyed this list, and feel free to add to it if you want!

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Creative Chaos Award!

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Well, the day has finally come… Knuggets of Knowledge has been nominated for its first award.  This award is for those who think outside the norm.  First off, thank you to Anne Alias at Mark It Research for nominating us for this award.  Her blog about working at a call center is hilarious.  And there is bound to be a continuous supply of great stories and thoughts from the call center environment.  Anyway, here are the requirements for this prestigious award:

1.  You must tell 3 completely weird things about your habits.  If you claim to have no weird habits, you’re lying and we’ll have to send an investigative team for further analysis.

  • I have no weird habits.
  • I am a compulsive liar.
  • I will thwart any attempts at investigation into the first two.

2.  You must tell why you look at the “glass half full” scenario and ask “what? No coffee?”

  • I’m more of a soda man myself.

3.  Complete one the following essay questions:  A.  You find yourself in a desolate place when your car breaks down.  You have no cellphone service, no Walmart (I know, GASP, right?), and only a candy bar for food.  It is 150 miles to the closest town.  What color are your pants and why?  B.  You find yourself having to ride an elevator quite frequently.  How do you pass the time to show off your creativity?

  • A. Well, I would think there may be no need for pants at that point.

4. Then you are to nominate 5 random people.  And the nominees are…

  • dampsquid – Absolutely hilarious.  I particularly enjoy the letters to people / objects.
  • Army Of Awesome People – Just as it says in their name…Awesome.  All sorts of great posts to peruse through.
  • iliketheworldfuzzy – I came across this blog the other day and found it to be quite entertaining.
  • All that makes you… – Some very funny posts, and a very clever setup, separating out the posts into different sections for sad posts, funny posts, etc.
  • Krissy Krabtree – Very thought-provoking.  Reading through this blog can be very entertaining.

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Cinnamon Musk

Saturday nights as a child provided for some of the best and most horrific memories.  I knew the drill, Church, dinner, and possibly a trip to Target.  Normally we would eat at home during the week, but Saturdays were always special.  I couldn’t wait for Church to get over in those days, it seemed like it took forever!  I knew that as soon as I walked out those Church doors I would be well on my way to devouring some amazing meal (usually KFC).   Throughout dinner the mood was always positive and even the trips to Target were happy-go-lucky.  However, the real downside to this story begins on the drive home from the night out.  I grew anxious in the back seat of the car as I knew what was approaching.  It was deadly, it pained me, and it has created a lot of painful memories that I carry with me to this day.

There are only two words to describe the torture and agony that I went through (okay, not real torture, that would be terrible, but think using up the rest of the toilet paper and realizing the new roll is just out of reach, that weird squat walk over to retrieve it is the type of torture I’m talking about).  Those two words are Cinnamon Musk.

As soon as the car was parked, my dad would exit the vehicle and immediately step on a few frogs (think about it, haha get it now? Ehh maybe later it will become clearer).  I knew that only meant the beginning of the end for my night.  The David Copperfield special that was going to air would pale in comparison.  If only David could have been there to perform some black magic to help my family out.  So we enter the house, and my Dad begins the slow walk up the stairs to the master bedroom.  The next sound I hear is Click, the cap was off.  Next thing I knew he was spraying Cinnamon air freshener throughout the bedroom, bathroom, hallways, and even the staircase.  That is what I called the pre-emptive strike.

After that moment, there was nothing to do but wait.  Sometimes 10 minutes, maybe 30 if we were lucky (or unlucky due to the quality that can be produced in 30 minutes).  It was almost as if the whole house remained still until my Dad was finished up.  Next thing we knew he would come walking down stairs as if nothing had happened, no guilt, no shame, and sometimes laughter.  It was cruel and sick.  The first wave was always the easiest to spot, my Mom would utter those three words that only meant mass chaos, “O MY GOD.”  I knew it was over at that point, there was nothing any of us could do but sit and wait it out.  The smell lingered throughout the entire house, nobody could escape it.  It was a deadly poison that can only be described as Cinnamon Musk, a gruesome hybrid of cinnamon air freshener and crap.

Ever since those days as a child, I have vowed to never buy cinnamon air freshener.  I suggest you all do the same as well.

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Dreamcatchers

Why have dreamcatchers become popular? I highly doubt that their original function is currently being utilized by the majority of their owners. People probably don’t say, “Hey, I’m going to go do a dance outside and see if it rains. And then I will go to bed under my dreamcatcher and let it suck the bad dreams from my brain”. People just hang them anywhere now anyway, ignoring any possibility of using it for it’s inherent function. I saw one hanging on a rear view mirror in their car the other day. Are these people doing a lot of sleeping on the dashboard? “Jimmy, take the wheel. Daddy’s going to crawl up under the windshield here and get some shut eye”.

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