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How to Have a Drunken Facebook Political Agrument.

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Step 1: See something you disagree with –

Oh I do not agree with that!




Step 2: Make it known that you disagree with the thing. Be sure to throw some profanity in there. Let’s them know you’re up for a fight –




Step 3: Get a response and attack back with numbers and links!

Fun fact: If you're chatting online with me you can tell how drunk I am by how smart I'm trying to sound. The drunker I am, the smarter I try to sound.




Step 4: That last step seemed a little impersonal? Throw in a couple more comments as a “fuck you”. Doesn’t matter if they haven’t commented back yet. In fact, commenting multiple times in a row uninterrupted scores you extra points.

getting druuuunnnk noooooowwww!




Step 5: Drum up some support from your like minded friends on your own wall.

Drinking, facebook drama and a mention of Dr. Who? Now I've got my friends listening.




Step 6: Inadvertently piss off the wife.

No I didn't... but I... what I mean is...




Step 7: A new contender! So many words! Fight back, damnit!

so damn druuuunnnnk noooooowwwww




Step 8: More words!

My last comment got cut off by the screen cap but does it really matter? Do you really need to see what I said?




Step 9: Realize What you’re doing.

SOMEBODY HELP ME.




Step 10: Pass out. Wake up the next morning. Realize the other guy posted two huge comments in response to your last thing. Ignore it.


It’s that simple!

My Dad Heckles Children Because He’s a Badass.

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I was searching the old blogs to find some filler because I’m not feeling well when I came across this old conversation between my dad, my brother and myself. It was a nice little reminder that when he wasn’t busy traumatizing me through pranks he was handing out some righteous street justice like this.


Dad: Hey, you boys remember the batting cages I used to take you to off of Vandalia?

Me: The one with the Kirby Puckett and Kent Hrbek cardboard cutout?

Steve: Yeah, I remember that place.

Dad: You remember the time I got in an argument with some guy at the batting cages?

Steve: No.

Me: Wait, what?

Dad: Well, you know how you’re supposed to take turns at the batting cages, just one round and then the back of the line? This guy had his kid in the cage and he just kept feeding him money through the cage. The kid did like three rounds in a row. So I went up to the guy and said “Hey, how about giving some of the other kids a turn?”

Steve: What did he say?

Dad: He looked right at me and said “Ain’t no goddamn rules here!”

Me: So what happened after that?

Dad: I started heckling his kid.

Me: Bullshit!

Dad: Really! I was yelling “Nice swing, kid! Swing and a miss!”. They left pretty quick after that.


That’s pretty sweet.