Outside The Margins

April 16, 2009

Just say no!

Filed under: Humor — chrishuntsblog @ 10:40 am
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Alright, here I go. I’m going in face first. I know it may be tough. But hey, I’m a man. I can take it. What I’m about to say may offend a few. It may offend a lot. Or maybe it won’t offend anyone at all—well, except maybe my pet llama who’s really hungry as I write this. Well anyway, here goes!

You know that whole thing that all sorts of people in all sorts of places have been talking about? You know that….umm….thing? Umm…well…you know what I’m talking about…don’t you? What? You don’t? Alright..well…maybe you don’t. GAY MARRIAGE! There, I said it. Whew, that actually didn’t hurt much. I suppose to please my editor though, I have to say a little more than that. Alright, well, here goes: I’m not an advocate of same-sex marriage. In fact, I really don’t like it, umm…even a little bit. For the reasons why I’m not a fan, please refer to my website at http://www.spineless.com.

Well…on second thought, maybe I should just tell you. Besides, if you go to my website you’ll see that it’s not actually mine—it’s my sister’s. Oops! I forgot I don’t have a sister. Truth be known, I don’t like same-sex marriage very much because, well, it’s different, you know. Oh come on now, you know it is! How can you not know something is a little strange about the idea of one man marrying another or two women marrying each other? I know, I know, it’s also strange that for every marriage there are 3,536 divorces all across the Fruited Plain, but you’re not going to trick me into changing the subject now that I’m on a roll.

WARNING: The next few things I’m about to say may be unsuitable for the faint of heart, so I would advise those who are to read and reread the following paragraph at least 50 times to get your heart back into shape. (Note: out of the fear of my expert opinion being incorrect I have not consulted with your cardiologist).

There are a few perks that come with marriage. First of all, it’s nice to have someone always there to take care of your every need—say, for instance, someone to squeeze your pimples. Another benefit is sex (just because I rank them in this order doesn’t mean you have to). Speaking of sex (here’s the part I warned you about), when a man and a woman put their bodies together and…well…you know…do that thing they do, there is a sort of, well…a natural fit. Something akin to picking one’s nose. I think God knew what he was doing when he created the finger of man—and woman—at just the right size to get the job done (he did a particularly excellent job in my case). But in any event, if you put two men together in the holy order of patrimony—oops, I mean matrimony—the second greatest benefit of marriage (sex, remember?) becomes, well, somehow changed. It’s like the parts don’t fit. Now, since I’ve never actually tried it myself I can’t be absolutely sure, but I have a pretty good idea of how men might try to make it fit. Unfortunately, however, due to spatial constraints (I am limited to only 30,000 words here), I can only express to the men with same-sex attraction that I’m concerned that you may poke out an eyeball should you attempt to pick your nose. Unfortunately, for the females who are attracted to other women, I’m afraid you’ll never be able to pick your nose at all (figuratively speaking, that is) unless you—well, nevermind…

There is, of course, much more that can be said about same-sex marriage. Much has already been said by those in favor and by those who oppose it. Personally, yes, I think it is wrong. However, if, like me, you’re more interested in a personally handcrafted pimple squeeze every now and then than you are in sex, I say what the heck, take a walk down the Aisle with that man, woman, or llama of your dreams. Just remember, llamas are easily offended.


March 2, 2009

Speed Kills

Filed under: Humor — chrishuntsblog @ 6:37 pm

I like to drive fast. What’s the point of getting anywhere if you can’t get there fast? Isn’t there some saying about the journey being the most important part of going somewhere? If this is true why does some nut have to tamper with how I get to wherever I’m going?

That’s what speed bumps do. Who puts those damnable things in the middle of the road, anyway? What right do they have as to how fast I wish to go in my super turbocharged Geo Metro DX ES XP Master’s Ltd Ed. 21,143 DOHC? Oops, can’t forget the wing—er, spoiler, that is.

Cops bother me, too. Just last night I had one in front and two in back of me. I guess they thought I was about to do something wrong. They probably have a special watch just for me. They probably talk about me all the time over their radios (at least I like to think I’m this popular) like I’m some kind of dope dealer they’re just waiting to bust when they finally catch me in the act.

Fortunately, there is an easy way to have fun with a smoky bear when he’s on your tail. The one thing they all love to do is drive fast. Have you ever noticed these hypocrites? They must all think they’re special or something—especially when they have those whirly-birds on their car roofs flashing and screaming.

Well, there’s something you can do about it! Drive slower. You know they hate it. And if you want to make things really interesting, do this when they have their flashy lights turned on.

I’m also not a fan of stoplights, so I don’t let them stop me. It’s not my fault if they turn red at all the wrong times. My otherwise beloved small town in Pennsylvania is not like other towns you’ve been in when if you time it right, you hit all the green lights consecutively. No, that would be too easy. Here, if you time it just right, you have to run all the red lights consecutively.

And we’re also not allowed to turn right on red (at least that’s what they think, tee hee hee). There’s even one intersection that is comprised of two one-way streets. The only way to have an accident by turning on red there is if another car is coming the wrong way up the one-way street.

The pedestrians are another thing altogether. Pedestrians have no respect for cars. I think it should be made legal if I bump off some old guy with a walker who was crossing where he shouldn’t have been—or even if he was crossing where he should have been, for that matter. Wouldn’t that just add more fun and excitement? Besides, streets were meant for vehicles, not people. Who do they think they are?

Perhaps I’m overreacting, but I doubt it. You see, if there were no laws restricting drivers from bumping off the occasional pedestrian—or even the often pedestrian—then people would watch more carefully. They wouldn’t be so disrespectful. Better still, it would put the speed bump makers out of business—what with the human speed bumps everywhere. And that would make any journey worth the while.

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