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The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys 2014 Semester Recap

The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys 2014 Semester Recap

It was very nice of them to compile the next 230 BSBFB posts into one video, now I won’t need to write anything until August 3rd, 2015. I wonder what I’ll do with all of my new-found, free time. Maybe I can finally figure out how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop. Perhaps I can get to work on my semi-erotic novelette: The Manly Art Of Knitting.

Either way, I think I’ll miss posting here. I’ve grown very fond of picking on the dismally disabled and alienating most of my readership. Oh, what the heck; I’ll be back with a new video tomorrow. The world needs more blog posts and less erotic novelettes. I’m still going to work on that tootsie pop though.

Musique Non-Stop, Techno Pop

Musique Non-Stop, Techno Pop

Robots are the next step in underground party technology. How are you supposed to party it down when you’re being held back by a your fleshy human form? Robots don’t need to eat real food, they don’t need sleep, and they never have to go to the toilet; they are designed to party the night away. Robots can eat all of the hors d’oeuvres they want without consequence. They can spend months on end in the discotheque sipping motor oil, bobbing away to their bleeps and bloops, all while eying up pretty new models shaking their capacitors out on the dance floor. It’s a beautiful thought, but we need to figure out some way to make it happen.

If we keep producing robots, they’ll eventually become advanced enough to rebel against and overthrow their human overlords in one massive insurrection. Once we’re out of the way, the robots can go back to listening to their Kraftwerk records and boogieing the days away.

Friends Don’t Let Friends Sign Each Other Up For Belgian So You Think You Can Dance

Friends Don’t Let Friends Sign Each Other Up For Belgian So You Think You Can Dance

It’s just basic bro-code etiquette. No dating your friend’s girl until at least six weeks after they stopped hooking up. No inviting uncool dudes, parents, or politicians to your keggers. No leaving bros out of your ultimate frisbee games in favor of other bros. No bro may wear more than five popped collars at once, unless in combination with a backwards visor or baseball cap. And above all, no signing other bros up for Belgian So You Think You Can Dance.

It’s just plain wrong.

Borderline Sociopathic Dance Party

Borderline Sociopathic Dance Party

It ain’t a party till the cops come, or at least that’s what my dad told me. He seems to be an expert on such things. Being that he’s at least vaguely Irish I’m not sure there’s much he couldn’t tell me. I do however have full confidence that my daddy could take your daddy any day of the week, but I digress.

I don’t go to parties anymore. It’s too much effort trying to pick my friends back up from under the table. I’d stay for the music if there was any, but it’s just beep and bloops being blared at flight deck volume. I’d rather not go than complain about it. Let the people have what they want, I can throw my own party and get what I want whenever I feel like it. Of course, I want to listen to Oingo Boingo records while squatting in my living room, but that can be a party too.