A Quick PSA for Loud-mouthed Pricks
I have a quick message for all the
fun loving people loud-mouthed idiots out there who think I should behave the way they do.
Just because you want dance on a table, juggling shot glasses, butchering the lyrics to Love Shack at the top of your lungs, as your testicles dangle from your pants, doesn’t mean that I also want to do that.
I don’t want to see that happening.
I don’t want to be within the proximity of that happening.
I don’t even want the knowledge of that ever occurring.
I assume as a male of the species you have testicles–I don’t need proof.
And I know what’s in my own mind.
If I say I don’t want to pound shots of tequila–I don’t want to pound shots of tequila. I know you think it’s not a party until you’ve vomited on someone’s shoes, but not everyone appreciates having to clean chunks out of their shoelaces.
And for the love of all that is good and merciful, stop trying to make me sing karaoke. We defeated Japan in World War II and they gave us karaoke–let’s just call it even.
Also, why do we excuse boorish behavior based on the fact that it’s habitual.
If a person acts like a jerk once or twice, he’s being a jerk. However, if a person has a pattern of acting like a jerk it’s simply sloughed off as a personality trait.
If Timothy acts like a giant prick today–then Timothy is being a giant prick.
But if Timothy acts like a giant prick on a daily basis, multiple times a day with a seemingly limitless reservoir of giant prickness–then that’s just Tim being Tim.
Timothy is a giant prick! Period!
It’s like saying: sure Theodore Bundy was kidnapper, rapist, necrophile who confessed to torturing and murdering over thirty young women, but that was just Ted being Ted.
And stop describing your giant prick behavior as: “just keeping it real.”
You’re really a giant loud-mouthed prick.