Bravo, you fucking buffoon.

I had to add a new category for stuff like this. Things that are so ill-conceived they boggle the mind at the thought. Then someone goes ahead and does them, and in either a stunning display of either karmic cash-out or a flagrant violation of murphy’s law, they manage to execute with no injury or loss of life.

Like this fucking asshole.

You think you’re so cool, don’t you. Well you kind of are. But what kind of staggering lapse in judgment gave you the idea to start doing this? I mean, I can imagine jumping out of a plane. I actually think it would be totally rad, but that dear reader IS WHERE I STOP TEMPTING THE FATES. I mean, you are already entering into a pretty tenuous compact with the law of gravity there, do you really want to push the envelope? Do you really need to make pot roast in midair, just because you can? I would wait. Pot roast, good pot roast anyway, takes a good long time. Just ask my grandmother, who has forgotten about a pot roast as many times as she’s made it. Two days later, that shit is TENDER. Anyway, you get what I’m saying. Cool it bro, for your friends and family.

This has been a SOTI PSA

SOTIPSA sounds like a club-rap single. Just saying.

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