Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Maybe they'll name it after me...

...and I'll be as famous as Lou Gehrig.

All along, I merely thought I was cold and heartless and the world was full of whining weaklings.

Thanks to my bro Marko, I now know that I have empathy deficit disorder.

I refuse to medicate, however, as I enjoy cutting no slack to malingerers, fluff-heads, and idiots. Besides, if they could actually treat this, what in the hell would I blog about?

11 comments:

staghounds said...

Get over it.

Tam said...

I have been totally pwnd.

Turk Turon said...

What about lolly-gaggers and molly-coddlers?

Anonymous said...

Beer isn't medication?

Tam said...

No, beer is food.

Anonymous said...

Well fine then. Corn likker.

Mark said...

That's not medication, that's reactor coolant.

Anonymous said...

Only if you muddle some mint in it.

The Captain said...

So it's a disorder now? We used to simply call it, "Not giving a shit."

John B said...

My particular version is called, "I am no longer your social worker, how did you get my phone number? call again and 6 husky Hells Angels will rip out your spleen.... Disorder"

Anonymous said...

DILLIGAS?

Art

(Do I Look Like I Give A Shit?)