Wine and Breakfast with Hunter S Thompson with JP was the best this evening.
Side Note: Too many people have stated that I try to emulate Hunter S Thompson a lot. Jp remembers me becoming the biggest fan boy he has ever seen or met and my old house mate likened my drinking habits and dress sense to Hunters. (Both cases are deliberate and unbeknownst)
Also I found a post on reddit that quoted something along the lines that you can tell how intelligent people are by the things they laugh at and I got mad as fuck with that.
I mean does laughing at slapstick comedy mean that you’re thick as shit and that laughing at highbrow comedy means that you’re intelligent as fuck? I crease at the simplest of things, for instance, one of the best comedy moments for me is when Simon Pegg does a little slip on blood in Shaun of the Dead when walking away form the cooler that holds the diet coke he picks up, in the corner shop. I remember seeing that scene for the first time when I was probably fifteen and I cried, I rewound that scene what must have been ten times and each time I cried laughter. Fuck, (massively unpopular opinion here) but I still to this day laugh at the shows Two and a Half Men and Big Bang Theory. Does that make me thick as shit or lower than the rest of others who clearly don’t have a valid fucking sense of humour? (I certainly hate anyone who claims that Big Bang Theory is worse without its laugh track because clearly the pretentious fuckdoll hasn’t realised that, similarly to The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and every other american sitcom it’s done live to an audience).
Humourless skin bags deserve a stomping to the throat. Get off your high and mighty steed you waste of human life, you crusty cum stain on a brothel bed and giggle at the silliest shit, you’re not impressing anyone with your higher than mighty attitude you banal, droll, soulless little pig.