by Liston, Introducing Liston
I'm Liston and I'm cool. Like, real cool. I wear black gloves and say things like, "dope" and "rad". I live in my own efficiency apartment and pay half of the rent. My car has a bumper sticker that says "Liquor in the front, poker in the rear". I have a samurai sword in my living room. I'm good with a pocket knife. This regular Wednesday feature is called "Introducing Tips from Liston." That's me. I'm Liston and I'm cool. Like, real cool.
EDITOR'S NOTE: The opinions expressed here are those of a Liston and do not necessarily reflect the positions of EpicCarnival.com and its other writers.
You know what's really lame? Funerals, that's what. Funerals are so weak. I can only think of like, two things that are worse than going to a funeral: 1. Asking your daughter the name of her new boyfriend and having her respond with, "Tyronne". 2. The realization as you drive to work in the morning that you totally spent the entire evening looking at Veronica Moser's Web site and forgot to delete the cookies and history file. The other day my mom died. What an f'n drag that was, big time. We were at the funeral, everyone was all crying and stuff and I was like, "Ugh." That half-heartedly brings us to this week's tip:
This week's tip: How to not be so devastatingly heartbroken at a funeral.
Here's what you do to make funerals less lame:
Liston
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
INTRODUCING TIPS FROM LISTON pt.10
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9 comment(s):
Who cares if you're mom is dead. I look forward to this every week and this week you robbed me (although that first one was funny). You owe me you motherless bastard.
Corenthal
I bet you do these same jokes at some horrible open-mic night and they get the same response as now. Crickets and BOOO'S!!
Give it up HACK!
Love,
Anonymous!
Dear Alpha Team and Anonymous,
That is extremely hurtful.
Love,
Liston
Liston, I don't know about you, but sometimes I genuinely wish that some of these D-bag commenters had funerals to go to... in caskets. Especially our commenters of the "Anonymous" variety. Grow a sack and at least give a first name. Anyway, speaking of death, the Tyronne bit is still killing me.
I'M ADAM BEST AND I'M BUILT INTERNET TOUGH!
Go and wait for someone to insult the good name of a lady blogger who can defend herself just fine, why don't you?
Nevermind...
Put down the crackpipe, litle Andy.
You know what that was?
Your best.
AND I GUESS YOUR BEST WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH!
Andrew please remember to take your meds.
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