Wednesday, July 05, 2006

You're gonna eat lightning...




This is another cliche that just rubs me the wrong way a lot more than it really should (just so you know I know I'm being irrational). That being said, for fuck's sake, can we just move past this? Rocky did this in friggin' 1976. But he earned it. He got up at half past fuck-all, swallowed his raw eggs, and ran his ass across Philly and UP THOSE STAIRS. So who the fuck are you to be throwing your hands up in the air? You just served a tennis ball? Fuck you!

Now, granted, there are pharmaceutical drugs that can make you feel like Rocky. Only they don't advertise.

2 Comments:

At 6:06 AM, Blogger LisaBinDaCity said...

And can I say, those stairs SUCK. I've worked a lot in Philly and everyone ALWAYS wants to shoot there. Dragging gear up and down those steps is less than fun, thus I leave it to other people as much as possible ;-)

 
At 1:14 PM, Blogger Slinky Redfoot said...

oh man. he doesn't even have sweaty pits!!
speaking of which, is there a pill to stop sweaty pits??

 

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