Sunday, December 12, 2010

Robert - The Death of Shit

What happened to the days when a good fuck actually meant something? No one cares anymore. All we do is fuck each other. Casual conversation in 2010 has become absolutely dominated by fucking, because casual life in 2010 involves fucking. At college, it's even worse than it is in the outside world. Believe it or not, I've honestly heard at least one person fucking every single night this week. I don't know if I would say it's always dangerous anymore to fuck in a room of strangers.

I admit, at least, that I am a hypocrite. Lately, I'm finding myself using bitches left and right without any kind of proper respect to a single one of them. I like telling myself that a bitch is a bitch and that a fuck is just a fuck to both of us, but I know that's not completely true. I'm trivializing (and everyone's trivializing) something that was once sacred. The problem is a complete absence of modern restraint. Half of my friends fuck everything that moves. Do I bitch about it? I am right now, but I would be lying if I said I didn't take part in plenty of ass myself.

People used to be surprised when you put a dick in front of them. Or if you just up and started pissing in a public crowd. But there's enough shitting and bitching and pissing and fucking in the media to disillusion any young kid with cable TV. Decency is a thing of the past, and where we're going sure looks pretty colorless. I mean, I can take a good dick or a well-timed fuck every once in a while, but I think I speak for everyone when I say it all means little more than a pain in the ass these days. Curse words don't mean shit anymore.


  1. And x10 the pleasure to read. Hilarious.


  2. This was fantastic. I suuuper hope my mom reads this.


  3. I feel like I'm a fucking activist of this shit, but I don't give a shit


  4. You know how you and Eliot tag your names in these so that you can use them as sort of a portfolio when looking for journalism jobs later? You're a champion.