Today in F-You Nature: Old People At My Gym

Doin curlzzzzz for the gurrrrllllz with 2lb weights. Stupid face.

Sorry for the whole “going MIA for several months” thing, it’s been hard for me to have a desire to write, as I’m constantly doing it for school these days.  At least it seems like it.  Whatev.  Anyways, I know that everyone gets old and dies and all that shit, and I know that old people think they deserve to have the rights that everyone else in the world does.  But get the fuck out of my gym.  Please.  I know that you finally saved up enough UPC codes and got that sweet new fanny pack from the Mott’s applesauce company to show off, but do it somewhere that I don’t have to trip over you.  Fuck.  It’s one thing to see your friend Bertha from down the hall in your retirement home at the grocery store, and feel the need to have a half an hour conversation about tapioca pudding and dominos while blocking an entire aisle with your shopping carts that have nothing fucking in them.  I get that.  I can totally accept that the grocery store is like the elephant graveyard for you fuckers.  But for the love of all that is holy – Baby Jesus, Buddha, Zeus, and whatever deity Eskimos pray to – get the fuck out of my gym.

I am almost 30.  I had every intention of either dying in a badass explosion or bank heist or something sweet at 40, but recently my friend Tara convinced me that 50 is the new 40.  Whatev, so long as I’m dead before I hit the age that I annoy the holy fuck out of everyone else in that comes in contact with me.  “Brah, why are you so hostile to old people?”, you ask?  Well let me explain to you exactly what I encounter every single day at my gym.  There are 3 parking lots to use.  The parking isn’t the greatest, but it’s certainly plentiful.  And yet, every single day that I get to the gym, no matter what time it is, there is no parking, because EVERY FUCKING CAR IS PARKED IN 2 SPOTS.  For some reason, even though these old fuckers obviously have all come from the same graveyard to piss me off, they don’t carpool or take one of those fancy geriatric buses that they get to use for free.  So I get to take a quarter mile walk before my workout even starts.

As soon as I walk into the gym, I am greeted by the sight of about 40 fat old ladies, floating around on neon pink pool-noodles, like enormous, horrifying, pale lilypads in the pool that I was excited to use when I first signed up for the gym.  Yeah, I think for the 8 months I’ve been a member, I’ve been in the pool twice.  Somehow worse is the hot tub.  I thought I’d be able to get more use out of it, but it’s like balls soup in there, because the old fuckers that manage to break a sweat from shuffling around the indoor track for 13 minutes don’t shower off before they get in it.  I decided that soaking up the hemorrhoid juice bubbling around in the hot tub isn’t in my best interest, so I generally skip that too.  I go into the locker room to put my gym bag away, and am immediately bombarded with old scrotums swinging around like fucking pendulums in fast forward.  Every old dude is for some reason bending over naked in front of the only open lockers in the locker room, or standing like Captain Morgan and regaling each other with racist stories while drying their balls off.  I swear to God, there is a public hair dryer in there – I have seen old guys blow drying their junk after the shower.  Now, I don’t use a hair dryer, but I don’t need hot air blowing crusty pubes around the fucking locker room.  It’s bad enough that I step on used bandaids in the shower.

On the days that I manage to not puke all over the place and run out of the gym horrified, I go up the stairs to start my workout.  There are 2 sides to the gym – one is for cardio, the other is for weight training.  On the cardio side, there are probably about 20 treadmills, 15 elipticals, 10 bikes, and a couple other random machines that no one ever uses because they were manufactured in the late ’70’s and will probably scrape you and give you tetanus if you attempt it.  There are several clipboards hanging on the wall so you can sign up for a machine and you get to use it for a half an hour before you have to get off and sign up for another one.  Annoying rule, but it gets busy in there, so I understand it.  Except that the stupidass old people that go there don’t sign up for anything, they just pretend like they didn’t know about it when you say something to them, and get all indignant about it when you start yelling at them.  What the fuck are you doing, walking at a 1.3 speed on a treadmill anyways?  You can do that on the fucking track you stupid tardos.  Fuck.

On the weight training side, I constantly have to stand guard on the machines I’m using between reps, because those muscle shirt, side boob showing old dudes and unitard wearing Forever 21 grandmas are fucking vultures, and will move your water bottle out of their way and then sit on your machine for fucking 25 minutes if you step off for even a second.  Then, when you finally get your machine back, it smells like farts and covered in some kind of filmy residue that is left by snails and the fucking walking dead.  WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO WORK OUT YOUR TRICEPS, BERTHA?  It’s like some asshole told them that doing tricep extensions with 10LBs is the equivalent of drinking out of the Fountain of Youth.  Maybe I’ll go get free weights instead.  Oh shit, nevermind.  Some fat, super hairy old guy is doing is fat guy ab workout directly in front of the weight rack instead of in the designated ab workout area.  Hank Hill would be pissed if he was real.  That shit is designated for a reason, sonnnn.  Maybe if I started accidentally dropping 25LB kettleballs on the dickholes that I have to reach over to get them, they’d learn.  Or die.  Either way, my problem would be temporarily solved.

Anyways.  This isn’t very nature-esque, I guess.  Although, it is nature’s fault that people get old.  Or human nature?  I dunno.  Fuck you nature, regardless.

I’m sure this fucker is a member at my gym. At least he sticks to yoga.

Today in F-You Nature: Joseph Kony

You know what would make him prettier? A bullet hole between his beady little eyes.

I don’t normally write anything that has any sort of serious undertones, mostly because I suck at expressing things that are truly important, and partly because, when things are REALLY important, I feel that it’s better to take action than to complain about it.  It’s the ninja in me, what can I say?  This topic, however, is something that CAN be supported by writing about it.  Just people knowing about this bullshit is a weapon to fight it, and this is the way that I feel that I can reach the most people.  (Well, the most literate people.  I can’t do anything to promote awareness to Mississippians, unfortunately.) Anyone that knows me knows that I’m pretty jovial and rarely serious, but I had to get real about this, it’s too important to turn away from.

Anyways, I have taken a brief hiatus from writing, due to an overwhelming school workload this semester, and I was really looking forward to taking some time off and writing about things that I hate, like female facial hair, my neighbor’s yippy dog, and a few other things that deserve to be eradicated from this planet.  Well, today while perusing Facebook before my hardcore study session began, a friend of mine posted a video about Joseph Kony.  Now, I’ve seen a bunch of movies about why Africa sucks – “Congo”, a bunch of crazy asshole gorillas start making humans their bitches; “Blood Diamond”, a movie about modern-day slavery and how, even though diamonds are drudged up under terrible circumstances, people still go out and blow a monetary load every year on them for Valentine’s Day gifts; “Black Hawk Down”, which I can’t even watch all the way through because of what happens to our American soldiers sends me into a homicidal rampage…But this video about Joseph Kony called “Kony 2012”, a short film by a guy named Jason Russell, (who deserves a motherfucking humanitarian award and a city named after him, by the way) is the most powerful thing I have ever seen ever.  (If you haven’t seen it and have 30 minutes to better yourself today, go to YouTube and look up Kony 2012.  It’s worth it, I promise.)

The documentary is about the crimes against humanity caused by a cowardly dickhole named Joseph Kony and his shithead following.  Like I said, you really should watch the video, but to summarize it badly, this bitchass is, and has been, abducting children from villages in Africa, forcing the boys to kill their parents and then commit other atrocities, and repeatedly raping the girls.  Kony makes the kids disfigure each other, cutting off noses and ears and lips.  He tortures and kills them if they try to escape.  He has made his own personal child army, for no other purpose except to maintain his power.  I can’t even read what I just wrote in that last paragraph without wanted to punch a few holes in my wall, it is truly the most disgusting thing that I could ever imagine.

After watching the video, I felt a bunch of mixed emotions, fury and shame being the prominent ones.  Fury, for obvious reasons, and shame, because outside of a Hollywood setting, I haven’t ever heard of this.  Here I’ve been fretting about who the Arizona Cardinals are going to draft this year, stressing about studying for finals and cramming for homework, and at the very same time, young kids in Uganda can’t even go to sleep without wondering if they’re going to wake up by being beaten with an AK-47, and being forced to kill their parents or rape their sisters.  And it’s even more shameful to feel shameful about it, because that’s not helping anyone.  It’s a situation that seems so surreal, because NOTHING like this would ever happen in America, and yet it’s a daily lifestyle for the helpless in Africa.  If I had my way, I’d gather up a few of the guys I served in the military with, buy 4 or 5 Winchester Model 70’s equipped with scopes, and a handful of plane tickets to Uganda, find and blow this motherfucker’s kneecaps out, slather his butthole up with the remains of his shins, and leave him to the fucking hyenas on an African savannah.

Since that is obviously not a realistic solution, I decided that I was going to promote the existence of the biggest piece of shit in the world, Joseph Kony, in the best way that I know how to, so that everyone that I could possibly reach with my words knows about the atrocities that he has and is currently committing.  It’s easy to not think about in the safety of our homes, while we’re eating Cheetos and watching Wheel of Fortune, but CHILDREN are being forced into slavery, being maimed, and dying as we speak, all because of the insanity of a single man, Joseph Kony.  I urge everyone that actually sat through this to go to http://www.invisiblechildren.com and at least get educated about the situation.  The more people that know, the more people can donate their time and energy and efforts to helping a worthy cause.

Thank you for reading this.

Your brah,

Ian

Today in F-You Nature: Snow

That's basically nature fucking my winter dreams this year.

So, I’m on my winter break from school, and I’ve been looking forward to stealing someone’s trash can lid and recklessly sliding down a snowy hill for months now, but of course, this year there is no snow in Pittsburgh.  All of the locals are suggesting that it’s some sort of terrible yinzer miracle, I’m suggesting that it’s some bullshit.  If it’s gonna be cold as balls, there should at least be snow!  Shit.  So, that’s basically how snow ended up on my hate list.  You did this to yourself, snow.  I was perfectly fine writing about how female facial hair sucks, but you had to get all twatish this year.  Whatev.

When I was stationed in Fairbanks, AK, I had plenty of time to learn the ways of snow fuckery.  For the most part, I didn’t mind it so much, because like I said, if it’s gonna be cold, there should at least be snow.  Snow is like my neighbor’s kid that I dumped boiling macaroni and cheese water on – fun for a minute, and then melts right around the time that you’re getting sick of it.  Minus the Cheeto-stained Mickey Mouse shirt and hospital bills, I mean.  Anyways, my friend Nick and I were driving through Fairbanks in the winter.  It was probably about -25 nutsack-freezing degrees out, and snowy.  He had mentioned that he was having some car trouble, and he wanted to go get a new battery or something.  Of course, he mentioned this fact to me after his car died in the parking lot of some skeezy Alaskan rape store.  It wasn’t a big deal, we were close to the mechanic so worst case scenario, we’d have to wait a couple hours for the mechanic to decide how hard he was going to financially butt-love Nick.  The car started back up though, so all was right in the world.

Now, Fairbanks is probably about 30 miles away from the Air Force base that I was stationed at, and when the roads suck, it takes a decent while to get to where you need to be.  We had JUST left city limits, and were probably about 2 miles away from civilization, when Nick’s car died again.  Except this time, it wouldn’t start.  Awesome.  So it’s fucking super cold, and we have no way to heat ourselves.  Nick’s cell phone was dead, and I didn’t bring mine because texting was expensive back then, and talking on the phone is just terrible.  Seriously, I’d rather eat a bowl of paint chips for breakfast than be forced into some awkward phone call.  I don’t know why, but usually when I’m on the phone with someone, I lose anything interesting that I could possibly talk about immediately.  Maybe it’s just me, maybe it’s a guy thing…I don’t know.  All I know is that unless you’re in my family or are the 1 or 2 of my friends that I actually have something to talk about for longer than 3 minutes, don’t call me.  Unless you like to hear me breathe.  Creep.

That's you. Notice that I'm not in your "circle".

So, there are probably 2 or 3 abandoned looking buildings on the side of the road, and we decide that it’s our best chance of survival, even if we are forced into some Alaskan meth-cooking cartel.  Of course, the snow is knee deep, and there is one of those chain link fences that is supposed to keep moose from running out into the middle of the road blocking our path.  It doesn’t seem like a big deal, except that climbing up a metal fence with no gloves on when it’s -fuckingcold degrees outside is like getting a hold of Jack Frost’s grundle and giving him a handy j.  We climb the fence, and trudge our way for about half a mile and we notice that there is a random Pizza Hut behind the creepy hobo buildings.  Thank the pan-crust pizza loving Jesus.  We get in and defrost and call our boss to come pick us up on a PAY PHONE (hell yeah) and I find that as I hopped the fence, I lost my wallet, ID, money, and whatever else I had in my pockets in the goddamn snowbank surrounding it.  Fucking thieving snow.

Anyways, I got some free pizza since Nick had to buy, and we got back ok, and I had to get everything I lost reissued to me (getting a military ID replaced sucks, you get scolded like an asshole that went out of his way to lose it).  I guess my hatred for the lack of snow this year was more apparent in this than for snow itself, but whatever.  You get the drift.  The…SNOW DRIFT.  Oh shnap.  Also, I was dating a really hot chick named Robin somewhere around that time, and I learned from the 2 or 3 romantic comedies that I was forced to sit through that it’s “cute” or “playful” to push your significant other into deep snow banks.  So I shoved her in some, but didn’t let her drag me in after her, because fuck that, I’m no fool.  Getting bitched at for like 4 hours straight was not the reaction I expected.  Goddamn romantic comedies and their lies.

Fuck you, nature.

Those guys really went into detail with that mighty dick vein.

Today in F-You Nature: Mississippi

This must be the inside of a rich person's house in Biloxi

When I was 19 I had just joined the military.  I got through boot camp with no problems, and just graduated into my tech school at Keesler AFB, MS.  I was pretty stoked about getting back to semi-humanity again.  I mean, there was still marching to class and uniform inspections, but at least I got to watch tv when I was off…Shit, at least I GOT days off.  Anyways, I was brand new to my flight, and I had a roommate that happened to be on the opposite sleeping schedule as me.  Being the new guy, I tried really hard to be courteous and not wake him up.  I would always be out of the room when he was sleeping, and I had my alarm clock set to a low volume, that kinda thing.  One night I was sleeping, and suddenly my alarm went off and it was the loudest fucking thing ever.  I don’t think my roommate was in the room at the time, but since I had tried so hard for so long to keep it quiet when he might be sleeping, my badass natural instinct kicked in and I was all over my alarm clock trying to turn it off.  No matter what button I pressed, the alarm wouldn’t stop.  Eventually I took the batteries out, ripped it out of the wall, and smashed it against the floor with retard strength.  It was only then that I realized that there were lights flashing around my room – it was the goddamn fire alarm.  Apparently lightning hit the building, since lightning does that kind of clever bullshit in Mississippi, and set the fire alarms off, which in turn, transformed me into an asshat.  Well played, nature.   You owe me an alarm clock.

Anyways, the best thing about having my semi-freedom back was that I could talk to the ladies again.  The secret was to find a chick that wasn’t in your flight, so that you didn’t have to see her all the time.  I know, it’s fucked up, but I was 19 and awesome so shut your face.  ANYWAYS, I met a chick named Ashley, which under normal conditions would’ve been unacceptable because my sister is named Ashley, but at the time I was able to see past the name – mostly due to the fact that I couldn’t remember it for the first 3 weeks that we were “dating”.  I use the term loosely, because really all we did was make out in the bushes next to some hillbilly motherfucker’s swamp house, and then go eat Popeye’s chicken.  Don’t worry, I have a great reason to remember her crazy ass now.  It was the perfect situation, because her tech school was only like a month long or something, so she’d get shipped out of there before she annoyed me too much.  So, her class graduates, and we’re “celebrating” in a bush next to the golf course, when randomly, she asks me to marry her.  Are you goddamn kidding me?!  Bitch I can’t even remember your name!  I had been calling her “hey” and “you”, and I think I might’ve called her “tits vanderboob” or something awesome like that a couple times.  ALL OF THAT CHARM WAS WASTED.  Argh.  So I calmly dropped that 105LB basket of whore in the bushes and scampered off like a motherfucking space gazelle into the night.

Probably a month later, still in tech school, I was talking to this guy in my class about words that sound like funny things.  I said “masticate”, which means “to chew”.  Suddenly, some chick that I didn’t know jumps out of the ceiling or from under the table or wherever the fuck she was hiding like a goddamn ninja and goes to find my instructor and tell him that I was sexually harassing her.  I explained my situation, but me telling the instructor that she wasn’t nearly hot enough for me to sexually harass wasn’t a good defense, and I was held back a fucking month.  Goddammit.

Seriously.

NOW that I had a month extra in Mississ-fucking-ippi, I decided to go see some friends of mine that live in Georgia during a 4-day weekend.  I didn’t have a car at the time, so I found some Greyhound bus tickets for cheap.  Unfortunately the bus didn’t leave until like 1AM, so I was sitting at the bus station in the middle of the night in the ghettos of Biloxi.  I was minding my business, when some guy sits down next to me.  He starts telling me all about how he was just released from jail and how bad of a motherfucker he is, and how I should probably give him some money. So, naturally, my mouth starts working faster than my brain, and I start talking shit to him.  Something about him being a hobo that looks like Bert from Sesame Street rolled around in HIV, acne, and duck sauce.  He mentioned that it’s a bad part of town for a white boy, but when I pointed out that he was also white, he looked confused.  I don’t remember everything that we talked about.  I DO remember that I was pretty sure that I was about to get stabbed up at a fucking Greyhound bus station, which was not one of the badass ways that I had planned on dying.  Suddenly, some big ol fat chick comes bounding out of the shadows like the koolaid man and starts yelling at him about robbing people.  He starts yelling at her, blah blah.  Apparently, he was in jail for selling illegal motorized scooters or something stupid like that, I dunno.  They were yelling at each other like the angry beavers, so I left them to bitch at each other while I boarded the bus that was 45 minutes late.  Stupid fucking Mississippi.

I know, most of these things don’t seem like natural occurrences, but they are – Mississippi itself turns people fucking insane.  I don’t know if it’s the 100% humidity at 95 degrees, the polluted swamp water that people mix up their moonshine with, the fact that gonorrhea actually has legs, teeth, and a fucking nutsack chewing agenda there or what, but it’s fucked up for real.  I read a book onces about some kind of ancient evil living in some cave underground or something that turns people retarded, so it might be that.  I dunno.  All I know for sure is that there is nothing worth seeing in Mississippi, it’s basically a swamp filled with ugly chicks, fat guys that can’t read, and run-down casinos.  And ancient evil.  Whatev.

Fuck you, nature.

If you see this guy, don't buy a scooter from him.

Today in F-You Nature: Nickelback

They wrote the "b" in their name backwards because they're clever. Like Donnie the retard and his broken crayon.

I know, I know – Nickelback isn’t exactly nature-esque, but hear me out.  Sometimes I’ll go on my Facebook page and poll my friends about what they hate more, and give them some options.  My friend Nick, one of the most creatively hateful people I know, suggested Nickelback with the explanation that “Nickelback is a force of evil, and evil is a part of nature.”  Wise words my friend.  Anyways, Nickelback is fucking terrible.  They are the epitome of what a band should never, ever be, and yet thanks to Nascar-watching, 1-eyed hillbilly halftards that like to play radio edited Nickelback songs that they recorded onto a mix-tape, while they’re banging their sisters on the display beds in the Wal-Mart Supercenter, the band is popular.  And worse than that, successful.  It makes me sad that the masses have such control over something as powerful as music; Nowadays (holy fuck that’s an old person word) people don’t really give a shit about well written lyrics and non-synthesized music.  4-chord wonders top the rock charts and no-talent urethras get rich singing about hookers and how much money they have.  IF YOU’RE GOING TO SING ABOUT A HOOKER, IT BETTER BE ABOUT HOW YOU DIDN’T PAY HER BECAUSE SHE GAVE YOU HEPATITIS.

I don’t remember the place or time that I first heard Nickelback, probably because as soon as the lead singer Chad Kroeger’s voice forcibly entered my ears and started raping my brain, I went into seizures or shock or a fucking short coma.  I also couldn’t tell you the first popular song of theirs, I tried looking up a discography so it would make more sense, but the song titles didn’t really help me, and I’d rather jump off of my balcony than preview the songs to make this more accurate.  It doesn’t really matter anyways, since all of Nickelback’s songs sound like a chainsaw cutting through cement and orphans for 3 minutes or so.  All I know is that when that shit hit my ear-holes, I went into my fucking fight-or-flight mode.  Shit.  I would rather listen to cannibals eating me alive than Nickelback.  I would rather listen to cancer rapidly growing in my body than Nickelback.  And if I ever get cancer, I’m going to autograph pictures of it and send them to the members of Nickelback.  Seriously.

Chad Kroeger, the band’s lead singer, is a twat.  He looks like Joe Camel with a fucking perm.  And his name is Chad.  Chad is the ultimate douche name.  Whenever I think of what a “Chad” would look like, I think of some 135LB, pink polo shirt wearing dingleberry that tells chicks at the gym that he’s a fan of The Beatles and Kanye West in the same sentence, and can only play 3 songs on the guitar, all of them by the Goo Goo Dolls.  Kroeger is a terrible musician, a terrible singer, a terrible songwriter, and if there was a league of villanous musicians, he’d be the king of those douches.  His 2nd in command would be the trifecta of Madonna, Cher and Celine Dion fused together by one of their saggy tits.  John Mayer and  Gwen Stefani would be the evil lair janitors.  And they’d live in some fucking swamp somewhere, preying on frogs, small children, and drunk sorority girls.  The ones that claim they’re “born again” virgins when they’re sober, but as soon as the Coors Light hits their lips, they pull out their used tampons and start grinding folding lawn chairs.

I hate Nickelback so much.  They make me not want to go to public sporting events or badass military airshows because I know for a fact that at some point, Nickelback will be played over a loudspeaker, and the combination of Nickelback songs and the idiots that LIKE Nickelback surrounding me and are singing the wrong lyrics, will throw me into a homicidal frenzy.

Fuck you, nature.  And fuck you, Nickelback.

Oh my God I want to hit'em.

 

Random Awesome BVN Pics

This isn’t any kind of post, just some pictures I took during the filming of a Brah Vs. Nature video that you will never see.

 

 

 

 

I made Bieber's vagina out of a hamburger bun, ketchup, and a whole egg. And then I kicked it.

Bieber's bloody vag.

Today in F-You Nature: Termites

If Donnie, my retarded neighbor, was a termite, this is what he'd look like.

Hey guys, sorry about my AWOL-ness…I was hanging out in Jamaica for awhile, cause I’m a badass, and between that and nonstop homework, I haven’t had time to write much for Brah Vs. Nature, sadly.  I’m pretty much caught up on homework and papers and other scholastic cockery (at least until tomorrow) so I thought I’d try and lay some hate down tonight.  I’ll also post some pictures that I took while I was creating the BVN live-action hate videos, which are terrible so they won’t see the glowing happiness of internet glory.  But some of the pictures are cool.  For example, I made a bleeding vagina out of a hamburger bun and some ketchup, hung it on a cardboard Justin Bieber that I made, and then kicked the shit out of it.  “How could that be bad,” you ask?  Well, I’m not pretty enough to be in movies, first off.  Second, I feel that I convey my hatred better with writing than spoken word.  Third, I am a perfectionist, and at the start of each video, I was taking a 40oz canned Pabst Blue Ribbon to the head.  Doing it once is hard enough, fucking up in the middle of it, or if my camera fell or something, and then having to do it again…well I was basically drinking myself retarded before the fucking video even started.  BUT I digress.  Let’s talk about termites and why they’re assholes.

When I was in Jamaica, my friend TJ posted on my Facebook page that a termite bit him.  Now, I didn’t know that termites bit people, I thought they stuck to eating wood, but it got me to thinking…BEFORE the incident, TJ and I played the game “Words With Friends”, and he’d constantly beat me, but not like he is now.  This motherfucker destroys me by like 300 points a game now, leading me to believe that the termite gave him powers – some kind of termite hive mind shit – and that pisses me right the fuck off.  (Basically I’m going to blame termites for this TJ.  Same with you Tara, Nick, and recently Kelly, you brilliant termite sons of bitches) I SWEAR TO GOD I USED TO BE GOOD AT SCRABBLE.  Fuck.  Whatever, I’m a wordsmith.  I don’t need to win a stupid game.

Aside from bestowing my friends with brain dictionaries, termites are assholes.  They eat some crops, and fuck with water reserves by digging under them in some places of the world, but termites suck mostly because they EAT YOUR FUCKING HOUSE.  If you live in a wooded area, and you have a log cabin or a wood structure house, you might as well just burn that son of a bitch down right now, because at least you’ll take out some of the billions of termites living in it before they devour it.  Termites fly around, bang each other, find a place to dig a hole, and then start a family.  They then send members of that family out to steal shit to expand their living quarters – basically they’re New Jersey Italians.  They chew up wood and drywall and stuff, take it back to their house and puke it up to make the floors and walls of extra rooms so they have more places to cram their baby termites into.  Some of their houses end up hanging from trees like beehives and nests, but the ones that really concern me are the giant, dick shaped houses that they make, jutting out of the ground to point straight in the air at the glowing baby Jesus.  Talk about the ultimate insult.  They’re eating your house, puking it up, and molding it into a giant dick-house.  That’s some bullshit right there.

Some scientists say that their natural recycling is important to the world’s eco-system for some stupid reason…something about fossil fuels or whatev.  And I guess in places like Central Africa and Indonesia, people eat’em like popcorn.  But to me, termites are just tiny used condom-looking assholes that eat your house, flip off God, and make all of my friends smarter than me.

Fuck you, nature.

Today in F-You Nature: Pollen

When I was a kid, my dad took me to get an allergy test done.  I don’t remember the details, but I DO remember that they put like 50 drops of different things that you could be allergic to on your back, and then prick you with a needle a bunch of times on said drops.  I was allergic to a bunch of shit, I don’t remember most of it which is probably not the best thing to forget, but I do remember that I’m allergic to pollen.  And I’m reminded every fucking time the wind blows in spring and summer.  Anyways, sometime after, I went with my 5th grade class (I think 5th grade?  Jesus Christ, my memory sucks worse than a deaf kid singing Miley Cyrus songs) to a place called “Camp Cooper”.  It was a 2 or 3 day gig at some little camp in the middle of the desert in Arizona, and it was pretty awesome.  Some gross lady was dissecting owl and bat turds to show us animal bones, we got to eat cactus fruit, and there was a bbq every night.  And then one night, some kid blew a handful of pollen from some shitty desert tree into my face.  Now, I don’t know what in the great blue fuck that little dildo was thinking, but getting hit by that shit felt like the equivalent of snorting goddamn SARS and herpes out of an anthill.  My face got all swollen and red and ended up looking like a scrotum, and I was itchier than the Pink Panther’s sex partners –  I assume his fur is made out of fiberglass insulation, yeah nevermind.  Anyways, that fucking sucked to say the least.  Luckily, the last day of that trip, I saw that little dickhole fall into a cactus.  Some people helped him, I mostly just laughed and pointed.  In fact, I still laugh about that when I’m having a bad day.  Little asshole.

Anyways, pollen is such bullshit, and here’s why:  Not only did nature engineer it to make human beings feel like they contracted the bubonic plague whenever it floats in our general vicinity, but it’s fucking plant sperm.  Holy shit, every single time your allergies are acting up, it’s because some tree blew his load and the wind smeared the money shot right into your face.  And what the fuck bees?  Bees roll around and get covered in plant jizz, and then take it back to their lair to share with their nasty-ass family.  Hey bee-kids, dad’s home and he brought some sperm for you TO EAT.  Jesus I’m so glad I’m not a bee.  Bees also carry pollen around to other plants for insemination or fertilization or whatever it’s called in the plant world, which in turn, breeds more pollen when the plant drops off baby plants.  Yeah I’m not a scientist, so I don’t know or care how that shit works, but I do know that pollen sucks, allergies suck, bees suck, and nature sucks for making human beings endure plant bukkake showers non-stop.

Fuck you, nature.

Look at this perv.

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Hey guys, I’ve been really busy studying for finals and shooting Brah Vs Nature videos, annnnd just found out that some dildo is trying to steal my identity, which is why I’ve been MIA for a couple weeks. I’ll try and make a post tonight/tomorrow, and then I’m going on vacation for a week.

Thanks for your patience, fuck you nature!

Your Brah

Today in F-You Nature: Seagulls

Damn, that seagull's got some sweet kicks, brah.

Seagulls are easily one of the most annoying creatures on the face of the planet.  Nature really painted a beautiful fucking picture of how you’re not supposed to act.  Do you remember way back in 4th grade, when there was that fat ginger kid that would never shut the fuck up?  No matter how many times you shot him with rubberbands and mocked him relentlessly for not having a soul (it’s common knowledge that gingers don’t have souls) – (except for Simon Pegg, but he cuts his hair short anyways)  that kid would just not shut his stupid mouth.  Everything that he had to say was wrong, he always said it too loud, AND he was always eating cheetos, then he’d try to touch you or something that you didn’t want fucked up with nasty-ass cheeto fingers.  THAT is the human version of a seagull.  You can never get away from seagulls if you live near the ocean, they just aren’t afraid of mankind.  Even if you get lucky and kill one with a rock or something, they’ll all scavenge around the corpse and cannibalize it, and then come back and fuck with your shit too.  I don’t know if they’re too stupid to not care that you just killed one of their family and then watched them eat it, or what the fuck is going on with them, but that’s how they roll.

The absolute worst thing about seagulls is that they are thieves.  I’ve seen a video once where a little girl was walking on the beach eating a sandwich or cracker or something, and a fucking seagull swooped down out of the air, blasted this child’s eardrums out with one of those screeches that sounds like a demon is getting run over by a dump truck, knocked the girl down and stole her meal.  The little girl was all traumatized and crying, and the seagull is just standing there next to her like a fucking douche eating her sammich and shitting at the same time, like he owned the place.  I mean, I’m glad the video was made, because it was hilarious, but still.  The boldness of that prick is what is really upsetting – Birds are supposed to be afraid of humans.  We eat birds all the time, but seagulls don’t give a shit.  To them we’re just a food delivery service that they can slap around, poop on, and then not pay.  IT’S LIKE WORKING FOR JULIA ROBERTS.

Even Disney hates seagulls, look at the one that was in “The Little Mermaid”.  I don’t remember his name, that wasn’t important to me when I saw the movie.  Flappy or something, I dunno.  The important thing about that bird was how goddamn stupid he was.  Case in point: “Dinglehopper”.  Bitch that’s not a dinglehopper, that’s a fork!  You’ve got the hottest mermaid in the ocean combing her hair with a goddamn fork because you’re such an asshole.  A fork that I’m sure some sailor used to eat a bunch of fish, too.  And “Snarfblat”?  Fuck why has no one killed and eaten you yet, Flappy the douchebag?  I mean, the mermaid is obviously a retard for listening to your bad advice, but you don’t have to be an asshole and keep giving it to her.  Whatev.  The lesson to be learned here is that seagulls are thieves, liars, and assholes that were put here on this earth by nature to shit all over your car and your dreams.

Fuck you, nature.

What a dick.