Why I couldn't be a philosopher.

Hey abstracts,

It's totally fall break around here. I'm totally pysched that the Irish and Colts won. I've totally got my computer ready to be fixed and all that jazz. I've totally overused the word "totally". Other than that... I'm pretty god damned bored.

Not that there isn't anything to do around here. TV is plentiful, surfing the net is always a fun past time, and I can pick on my sister a lot more than normal.

However, when I'm laying on my couch trying to sleep at night, I tend to think a lot. Stuff that nobody else really cares about.

Which got me to thinking... I'd make a pretty lousy philosopher. Here are some reasons.

1. I'm not very smart: Sure, I may be smarter than your average hobo standing on the corner asking for spare change... but not by much. Most philosophy guys were way smarter. Hell, I'm constantly having my grammar picked apart by a certain sweet-ass chick who reads my blog. Not very philosopher-esque material I think.

2. Stuff I think about: Sex, Boobs, Cookies, Sex again, Beer, Parties I haven't been to, Pining over not having (or hanging onto) a Girlfriend, Redheaded chicks, Kicking mexicans in the head, and Boobs.

Who the crap cares about all that? Hell... I barely do.

3. Profanity: Any of my proofs or papers would be rampant with explatives including, but not limited to, the following: Shit, Ass, Wang, Poo-face, Tit, Fuck, Trachea, Bitch, Bastard, Cock, Pussy, Farthole, Asshole, Crap, Ashley Simpson, Douchebag, Dick, Piss, Balls, Testicle-eater, Scrotum, ETC...

Ok, long story short, I'd be shitty philosopher.

POA: 46%
Previous POA: 39%

Honorable Mentions
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Robby: BIG THANGS!!!!!

Carrie: We gotta hang out or something. I don't get to stare at your ass enough any more.

Me: I hate sleeping on the couch.


7-0 bitches!

Nate-O