|Stay in school!|
I haven’t sat down and read an issue of Rolling Stone in years, but as far as I know they still have celebrities write an open letter to that year’s graduating class. I thought I'd do the same. The only difference is, I give harsh advice about the real world instead of empty platitudes. Also I'm not a celebrity. Check out the last two I did here and here.
Coffee keeps you awake, and warms you up on a cold morning. All real adults drink coffee. When someone says they don’t drink coffee I assume they’re either a fucking baby or a religious weirdo. It’s not fair, in fact it’s kind of a dick move on my part, but if “society” wants to call me an arsonist just because I start fires I’m just as entitled to my own opinion.
If you can juggle, please juggle
It’s happened at least two or three times in my life that I’ve been talking about juggling and the person I’m talking to says, “I can juggle.” And then they do. As someone who can’t juggle I am always very impressed, and perplexed. If I could juggle I would do it every time I saw three of something, and I’d earn a reputation as “the guy who juggles.” Why do they keep it a secret? And why do people that run marathons never shut the fuck up about it? I can picture myself training and finishing a marathon, but juggling? Forget it. If you can juggle you owe it to yourself and the world to share your gift. Same goes for those of you that can ride a unicycle, walk on your hands, or play the drums.
|Too fucking cool for words|
If you know karate keep it to yourself
Conversely, no one likes a braggart. If you keep talking about how crazy-good you are at fighting someone is going to take you up on it. If your hoping that informing others of your martial skills will stop fights before they start you’d do a lot better to tell people you fight dirty. Lots of dudes are willing to try their luck against a self-proclaimed badass, but no one wants to fight someone that pulls hair and gouges eyes. Besides, it’s better to surprise your opponent and as Confucious say, “let your fists do the talking.”
|A ninja of the American persausion|
Those so-called “Nigerian Princes” that send you e-mails are probably just regular black dudes
That being said, you should probably send them some money. You wouldn’t want word to get around that you’re a racist, would you? Also, by the law of averages one of those guys has to be telling the truth.
X-Ray Vision > Invisibility
A common hypothetical question is “if you could have one super power what would it be?” Personally I’d go with invulnerability, but a lot of people say “invisibility,” which is kind of a dead giveaway that you’re a pervert.
Don’t these people realize you can just wait for a girl to fall asleep
and take her clothes off? I’m joking of
course, but it’s just as creepy. You
have to turn invisible, get naked, sneak into a girls house and wait for God
knows how long to see her naked? And
what if it’s cold outside? With X-ray
vision you can take a discreet peek in broad daylight and no one would be the
wiser as long as you carry a book around to hide your boner. The only answer creepier than invisibility is
|Put on the glasses|
Be on time
If there’s one thing punctual people hate it’s people that don’t fucking show up on time. Don’t give your boss a stupid reason to fire you. Give them a really good reason and burn the place to the ground.
Let people call you whatever they want
I don’t know how to get cool nicknames like “Pussy Slayer,” “Stone Cold” or “Bo Jackson” but I do know that the best way to end up with something shitty is to flip out when someone calls you “Buttstink.” Also, if your name is Jonathan and someone calls you John or Johnny don’t correct them for not using your full fucking Christian name. It’s a bigger faux pas than the coffee thing I mentioned earlier, you look like an asshole, and if you don’t like the name Johnny people might decide you’d like the name Buttstink more, especially if you have a stinky butt. Also, shower regularly.
Add some sour cream to your nachos