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?
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11 comments:

  1. staghounds7:55 AM, June 24, 2008

    Get over it.

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  2. Tam7:59 AM, June 24, 2008

    I have been totally pwnd.

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  3. Turk Turon8:33 AM, June 24, 2008

    What about lolly-gaggers and molly-coddlers?

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  4. Anonymous8:58 AM, June 24, 2008

    Beer isn't medication?

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  5. Tam10:00 AM, June 24, 2008

    No, beer is food.

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  6. Anonymous10:34 AM, June 24, 2008

    Well fine then. Corn likker.

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  7. Mark12:25 PM, June 24, 2008

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

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  8. Anonymous12:58 PM, June 24, 2008

    Only if you muddle some mint in it.

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  9. The Captain12:59 PM, June 24, 2008

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

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  10. John B1:37 PM, June 24, 2008

    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"

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  11. Anonymous7:50 PM, June 25, 2008

    DILLIGAS?

    Art

    (Do I Look Like I Give A Shit?)

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