You Know What's Funny?

Theres some funny shit going down everyday in my life i think. I'll tell you a funny story shall I? Ok, this chap at the Colombo University, stole some radioactive Uranium from the lab cos it was all glowing with brilliant colors. He put it in his pocket and took it home. And four years later, he was dead.

What's funny is being a human insurance policy, a security, especially after having used such insurance policies in the past yourself, unwittingly. You realize that mistakes have different reflections in the mirror.

Whats funny is having people die like flies all over the place due to various reasons and seeing the individuals who are supposed to serve those same people get driven around in armoured seven series' to some midweek blood bath in the flesh pots of idyllic islands.

Whats funny is taking people at face value to find out that they have many different faces, with very different pricing structures. What's probably even funnier is that you've probably got a similar set of faces yourself.

Whats funny is a superpower which possesses a whole stockpile of nuclear weapons (and who just waged/are waging a very irresponsible war) trying to dictate terms to other nations about the non-possession of the same said nukes. While favouring their allies with the right to possess them.

Oh yes. Its a funny little world alright.

one line errs

person1: whats the big bang theory? oh wait, is that a porn movie?

person2: You're not exactly the planetary geographical type of person are you.

A Rational Argument

Today i was coming to work in the bus. And there was this little spat between the driver and a chap on a motorcycle. The bus stopped and the cycle chap walked up to the driver and they proceeded to argue. It was the usual flinging of bravado. All threatening and no real action. you know how it goes;

'hey shut up or im gonna hit you!'
'Who the f*ck are you to shut my mouth up you bugger? you shut up or im gonna f*cking hit you harder!'
'Hit me? your gonna f*cking hit me? do you know who you're messing with you garbage eating stray dog?
'Son of a bitch'
'HEY learn to talk to people okay? or im gonna smash you over the head you good for nothing piece of shit.'
'YOURE gonna hit me? so try, try u piece of stale bread, see if you can lay a finger.'

and then when its pretty apparnt they're heading nowehere,

'Okay fine fine so what do you want, what the f*ck do you want?'
What do I want? You tell me what you want, huh, little piece of money grubbing filth'
What? who the f*ck are you calling filth? Im gonna *whizza whizza blah blah mutter mutter whazza grinna guzza....*

And so it goes on, a battle of words. As far as i can discern, the objective seems to be to batter the other guy with strongly worded threats until he stops. The objective is to subdue him with the threat of a punch up, not a real punch up. Cos then the person who threatens harder would seem the one more eager to fight, even though he knows that fighting on the road in the middle of rush hour morning traffic will deifinitely mean getting punched up and spending time at the Police. Also losing the income from a whole day of running a bus or a days work. Which is no easy joke im told.

But of course, in an evenly matched situation, when nobody backs down, and nobody really feels it worthwhile to take things to the next level, shit can get a bit wild. Like in this post by Java Jones.

The bus guy and the cycle guy kept arguing until they both reached a level where each of their threats started cancelling out the others'. And with a final 'kariya!' and a 'huttho!' the cycle guy and we (the bus) buggered off, almost friends, but not quite.

Bus driver, to pal sitting next to him;

'Balapangko, munta giya rata, apine Sinhala'

'look at that bugger will you, acts like he owns the country, huh, we're the sinhalese'

That bike guy was a Muslim. And he was probably exchanging similar slurs with his friend. I didn't hear.

Are we built like this, always arguing in seemingly irrational ways about rational topics? or is the way we argue the way we are meant to do things as always, maybe the most indirect approaches are the most direct. Thought fodder for a monday morning.

Ask a dumb question..

so then, my father starts chasing her round and round the car trying to call her into the house, cos my father draws and my mother draws u see. And then my mother goes out to see what all the commotion is about and to get her to come in and see the paintings!'

wait hold on machang so your father draws and your mother draws, do u draw as well?

no machan i jerk off. What do u do?

ah well, ask a dumb question.