I'm all for saving the trees and the polar bears, but can we also concentrate on saving our collective sense of humor? Temperatures and sensitivity levels are on the rise, and if these trends continue, the next generation will be living in a barren, butthurt wasteland.
Stop worrying about what others are thinking—start worrying about the time you're wasting. Less "What should I say?" and more "Hey, I like your face." Less "I don't know," and more "Fuck it, I'm getting old." Less "I wonder what it feels like?" and more "Holy shit, this tickles."
The holy grail of dating is finding an individual who's intellectual, thoughtful, comical, and unusual. You know, somebody who's smart with a good heart, a respect for the fact that sarcasm is an art, and a willingness to do weird shit with your private parts.
Forcing change into your life is rewarding; you just have to learn to stop second-guessing. Think of it like a mid-sex change of position: Even if what you're doing is currently working, make the right move and you'll be like, "Damn, this is what I was fucking missing?"
I'm pretty sure aliens haven't contacted Earth for the same reason you no longer talk to the friends you had in high school: They've moved on to more rewarding conversations.
During summer, both sarcasm and sunscreen need to be applied regularly. Because thick skin is just as important as beautiful skin. So, do your friends a favor: help them with the hard-to-reach spots — but also hit them with plenty of that because-we're-friends style of shit talk.
The fondest memory of my childhood: If you didn't like somebody, you had to say it to their face. You couldn't just leave a comment. You had to actually walk up and say, "Brandon, you can't come to my 9th birthday party because you're an asshole."
Never argue with your girlfriend while she's wearing a face mask; YOU WILL LOSE. For starters, she's relaxing, who are you to fuck that up? Secondly, with that mask on, she's basically a luchador — and she's ready to emotionally elbow drop your ass.