Saturday, June 30, 2012



Hello once again. This is another installment of “Dirty Filthy Snuff”. I'll kick it right off with the juicy meat, “What Really Chaffs My Nuts”.
What really chaffs my nuts are those drivers that don’t use their turn signals, and well actually driving in general. I mean honestly what the fuck is the deal with people driving and not using their turn signals? I’m not trying in anyway sound like a damn prudish, stick up my ass prick; well actually I know I am coming off that way. But, we wonder why so many people die in auto wreaks each year than maybe we need to examine our methods of driving. Here’s an example:
Your driving along in your automobile, and to the right of you this humongous SUV (well it’s actually more like a fucking luggary cargo ship) with a blond Barbie soccer mom at the helm whose kids are in the back watching “Sponge Bob while eating organic manderine oranges while Barbie texts one of her tribe about the next Sunday punch social. Then she realizes that she’s in the wrong lane, and she simply barrels her way into your lane nearly causing you to flip your car and explode like all the actions sequences in all B-action films.










It’s those same fucks that can’t wait the two seconds for you to step on the gas when the light turns green. And those are the same assholes that will make you sit at a light because they want to make a turn, but don’t feel like using their own turn signal. Which really makes me wonder why the hell car companies should still make turn signals. The whole point of a turn signal is that it lets people know that you’re making a turn. The signal lights are not cute decorations. But I’ll get back to that point in a moment.
See, a turn is to rotate on an axis, or in laymen terms for the soccer mom and snobs alike, it’s the direction you go when you want to get that low fat mocha latte at starbucks. But either way it’s a change in direction, and so if you’re moving in a vehicle made of metal that weights so many some odd tons that can move at so many some odd feet per second than it would make sense that you might want to use some sort of early warning system to let people know that you’re going for to your java. See then that way you won’t end up running over young Tiffany and her Butter Cup troop. She’s an ambitious little girl whose goals include selling the most cookies, marret badges, and becoming the next mouseteer.
“Mommy, I never got to see Justin Bieber” or “Daddy what happened to my legs?” That would be the heads lines, and all because some fucking douche bag
 in a silver BMW wearing sunglasses was distracted because he was busy bragging to some secretary he corned into getting a drink with him. The same prick who would do something like this:


And don’t let me forget about (and don’t take this the wrong way) Asian drivers. You know those ones who when on a four lane highway, and they decide to use their turn signal the second right before they cross over three lanes to get to their exit.

And another thing, what’s up with elderly drivers? I mean the DMV, which was created by freed slaves to get back at the white man, can give back a license to a man who has been convicted of several DWIs; they’ll give it back to a little old arthritic dementia suffering grandma who can barely see over the steering wheel, but someone who is just trying to renew their license and the prospect of getting a colonospicy with a garden hose and a camcorder is more comforting. A little too harsh? Alright enough of bashing such people as the old who forget their meds, love playing bingo, accuse everyone of stealing from them, drink ensure, and have to be careful not to do anything even scratch an itch to hard for fear of pooping themselves. This clan we call the elderly.

Anyway, moving along, there is something else I’ve noticed, and that is drivers who can’t seem to perform well on the road are from the one and only state of New York. Yes, I said it, New Yorkers, almost all of the most deficient, irresponsible, and ADHD drivers with self entailment issued motorists seem to all relocate to the iconic melting pot of America like refugees only to fuck up the driving experience as a whole. Which then brings us to another aspect of driving? You know what it is? Do ya? Come take a guess. It’s one of the great ironies of our modern world. Come on guess.

You figure it out? It’s road rage.

 How’s it ironic? Well, one of the things of modern conveniences which were meant to make our lives less stressful is one of the biggest catalysts of chaos in society. Hence, road rage (aka asphalt ape shit). What would that stressed be due to? Let’s think about that for a second, but while we do let’s take a short intermission, and when we come back you’ll met a little girl who can touch her nose with her tongue.
Hi, welcome back. I was going to introduce you to a little girl from Ohio who could touch her nose with her tongue, but well Tiffany (the little girl) was walking across the street with her butter cup troop, asking her troop leader what prize was won for selling the most cookies, and the new outfit her mommy bought for her Malibu Barbie when an SUV  came careening around the corner and through the cross walk hitting the poor child, smashing into  her at a fairly elevated rate of speed crushing her ribs  causing a punctured lung resulting into internal bleeding as the cute little girl’s screams of terror were silenced by the sharp fragments of her ribs disrupted her. Being thrown from the impact, Tiffany was ejected several feet in the air, her legs broken, neck snapped, turning her from the adorable little girl she was into a bloody, splattered rag doll that no one would ever recognize. And as she died on the hot pavement, her troop leader cradling her head, the young girl hummed a song from Disney’s “The Little Mermaid” before succumbing to internal bleeding.  
It had turned from this:
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Into this (just imagine that it’s a girl scout and not a little boy):


So, what have we learned? What is the lesion? I’m not sure there is, it’s obvious that there might need to be some tighter regulations on who is allowed to drive. I mean if a decaffe non fat green tea latté with two Splenda drinking WASP whose idea of being on a budget is using her gold card rather than the platinum, and believes that the best way to afford her ability to multitask, and protect her and her two and half children (two and a half?) is by driving the civilian version of an armored personnel carrier so that she can rush home to fuck the pool boy is the poster child of the American motorist then we are fucked. I mean like MS fucked, roach motel "they check in but they don't check out", former child actor, one hit wonder fucked. And all that is due to people not using their turn signals. That’s what really chaffs my nuts.  

AND now here are some more clips of bad driving. Enjoy!





FIN

Monday, June 11, 2012


Hello and welcome to yet another "Dirty Filthy Snuff", I'm Lou Ford. Let me start off by saying that while I'm working on a good "What really chaffs my nuts", but it's not ready so I'm trying something new. This is what I call the I don't give a fuck entry. Now understand that I didn't do this because I don't care, but I just thought that I'd try something that is nonsensical. So with further a due let us beginning.







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Sure things may seem bad. I mean I got Hep C. But on the bright side of it, due to the psychological effect of the liver medication, Interferon, I could got into a psychotic rage and massacre my whole family, and then draw eyes on my penis and talk to it like it was a real person. Then I won't get convicted of murder; instead I'll just be thrown into a mental hospital where I'll be come a walking lobotomy, drooling on myself and crapping my pants. Hell, I'll be skipping over those hard mid years and be going right to the nursing home phrase where the only thing I'll have to worry about is to clean my dentures and drink my insure and spend the rest of my days accusing the nursing staff of stealing from me. That's the bright side right?


Now wouldn't it be interesting if there really were drive in like this. I mean the ladies could ask for a some spicy sausage, and well the guys we already know what they could ask. This does kinda put a whole new meaning on the idea of "eating out" doesn't it? Kinda funny right. What would be on the menu for a place like this? What? Things like tube steak? Spam? Crab cakes? Furry grapes in a pouch? Meatballs glazed in a special sauce? Peaches? How about hair pie? Think about it? Would you order from that menu? How about this? If you caught some STD you couldn't be blamed for cheating now could you? You could just explain that you ate at this new place "Betty's Buns" or "Cannoli Surprise" or the "Star fish Diner", and that's where you got it. In fact it would work out cause you could sue for personal injury. Oh, yeah check this one out, "Sweet Baby Ray's Barbecue Grill. Anyway, moving along.

Here is some photos taken by an amazing, talented photographer named Jason. Observe. Oh by the way, this is some nudity, so I'm just warning you. 





That's all the anchor I need, haha! I kid.


And now here's something new. It's non-Family Guy, American Dad, or The Cleveland Show cartoon's by the wondrous, stupendous, sexually arousing Seth MacFarland. Well, Let me rephrase: only the first one is a Family Guy Clip. Enjoy, I know I will in more ways than one!














has your pet become sluggish, lethargic, sickly, isolated, dazed, confused, or disorientated. Well, there maybe a solution to that problem, and it's a lot simpler than you think. You ready?! Are you??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Stop giving your fucking dog or cat shotguns from your blunts assholes. Don't pour beer into your cat's water bowl. May be if you stopped locking your fucking animal in the closet and smoking him out then it's possible that he would use the fucking litter box, jackass. Do you think that your dog would actually play fetch, if he wasn't too busy trying to find his barrings? I don't know, just a suggestion. 


Hello, again. Check this out. Exclusive photos of the secrete lives of politician's. Look at this one:
Who would have guessed Condoleezza Rice was such a manly woman, or that Dick Cheney had such a nice rack. And how about Ann Coulter over there with such a nice buff body, or that she is so shy, and modest. 
And look at Mitt Romney! Who knew how how uninhibited and kinky he was. You go with your bad self, Mitt!
Well, that's it, so until next time this is Lou Ford.