I was down at CVS and I had a rather odd assortment of items I needed to get. I had to get a liter of Jack Daniels, a two-liter bottle of Coca-Cola, a box of condoms, and a ten-pack of blank CD-R discs. And I thought it’d be awesome if every morning I went and bought those same four things for like six months. Just to develop this really weird reputation with the staff there. Where they’d be like “Hold on a second, man, this guy drinks a liter of Jack & Coke everyday, has sex twelve times a day, and then burns ten blank CDs? Ten blank CDs?! Ten discs? That’s like 7.5GBs a day! What kind of data is he packing up? Wouldn’t it make more sense just to get an external hard-drive at this point? Is he burning music? Wouldn’t it make more sense just to get an iPod? Maybe he’s making mix-CDs for all these girls that he’s fuckin’. Two of those girls ain’t getting CDs though. Which two are those? Which two don’t get the CDs?!”
(via shwnspncr)
Listen up. I know the shit you’ve been saying behind my back. You think I’m stupid. You think I’m immature. You think I’m a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I’m Comic Sans, and I’m the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg.
You don’t like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don’t like that I’m all over your sister-in-law’s blog? You don’t like that I’m on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I’m pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don’t all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can’t all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I’m standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.
People love me. Why? Because I’m fun. I’m the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business’ website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.
When people need to kick back, have fun, and party, I will be there, unlike your pathetic fonts. While Gotham is at the science fair, I’m banging the prom queen behind the woodshop. While Avenir is practicing the clarinet, I’m shredding “Reign In Blood” on my double-necked Stratocaster. While Univers is refilling his allergy prescriptions, I’m racing my tricked-out, nitrous-laden Honda Civic against Tokyo gangsters who’ll kill me if I don’t cross the finish line first. I am a sans serif Superman and my only kryptonite is pretentious buzzkills like you.
It doesn’t even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I’m famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I’m in your signs. I’m in your browsers. I’m in your instant messengers. I’m not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery.
Enough of this bullshit. I’m gonna go get hammered with Papyrus.
Liam Neeson’s cock is so big even the most interesting man in the world bows his head in admiration.Sean, From Alabama (via liamneesonscock)
