By the way, if you ever think of something that you want to hear me talk about, whether it's a movie or some topic of great importance, e-mail me at thechrishurst@gmail.com and I might just put it in my next post.
Boy, would you be lucky then.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
And Thus It Begins...
Hello, everyone. My name is Chris Bringhurst, and I have just created a blog. I'm not sure why, or what exactly I'm going to talk about, but I already talk so dang much, I figured I'd let you guys know about all the random stupid stuff that pops into my head.
This includes random observations I make, social commentaries, movie "reviews," and inspiring motivational speeches that will leave you weeping and screaming into your pillows. So prepare yourselves for a total mental "SLAM DUNK!"
I was thinking the other day about elementary school. Remember the obnoxious kid who always thought he was the first one to come up with a completely worn-out prank or joke? A favorite of mine was the one where he'd walk around with his hands spread out about two feet apart, and he'd ask you, "Are you afraid of a fly this big?" You were supposed to say no, then he'd clap his hands really hard, which made you blink, and he'd say, "Haha, yes you are!"
I always thought that was a dumb joke, but thinking about it years down the line, I realize now how flawed it was. Who ISN'T afraid of a two-foot fly? I mean, when you think of the shock value of two hands clapping in front of your face, as compared to a MASSIVE fly buzzing slowly towards your head with bile oozing from its proboscis, I think I would definitely be more horrified by the fly. Imagine if it landed on your back and started squirting its stomach acids onto your neck! Gehhh...
But apparently, by the standard of a retarded class clown in 4th grade, it is comparable to two hands clapping. Such foolishness...
I think a better prank would be if a kid held his hands out two feet apart and asked, "Are you afraid of me clapping my hands?" and when you said no, he pulled a massive, hairy fly out of his backpack and let it buzz onto your face.
Now THAT would get some laughs.
This includes random observations I make, social commentaries, movie "reviews," and inspiring motivational speeches that will leave you weeping and screaming into your pillows. So prepare yourselves for a total mental "SLAM DUNK!"
I was thinking the other day about elementary school. Remember the obnoxious kid who always thought he was the first one to come up with a completely worn-out prank or joke? A favorite of mine was the one where he'd walk around with his hands spread out about two feet apart, and he'd ask you, "Are you afraid of a fly this big?" You were supposed to say no, then he'd clap his hands really hard, which made you blink, and he'd say, "Haha, yes you are!"
I always thought that was a dumb joke, but thinking about it years down the line, I realize now how flawed it was. Who ISN'T afraid of a two-foot fly? I mean, when you think of the shock value of two hands clapping in front of your face, as compared to a MASSIVE fly buzzing slowly towards your head with bile oozing from its proboscis, I think I would definitely be more horrified by the fly. Imagine if it landed on your back and started squirting its stomach acids onto your neck! Gehhh...
But apparently, by the standard of a retarded class clown in 4th grade, it is comparable to two hands clapping. Such foolishness...
I think a better prank would be if a kid held his hands out two feet apart and asked, "Are you afraid of me clapping my hands?" and when you said no, he pulled a massive, hairy fly out of his backpack and let it buzz onto your face.
Now THAT would get some laughs.
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