Showing posts with label Crystal Meth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crystal Meth. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

We Don't Need No Ed-U-Ma-Ca-Shun

All across the 775 the government-cheese is slashing education ‘cause of budget shortfalls. Isn’t it funny that one of the first things those bobbleheads cut out of the budget is education? That got us to wondering…why?



Dumb kids = dumb adults #1. If you keep the population in perpetual stupidity, they aren’t likely to figure out they’re getting’ hosed by politicians. Remember, politicians are the ones promising that they love Nevada and want to help her citizens. Then they go off and eliminate funding for schools. Keep that in mind next time you’re in a voting booth. That is, if you’re smart enough to remember when to vote.



Dumb kids = dumb adults #2. Dumb adults do dumb things. They rob convenience stores, they cook up batches of meth in the garage and/or solicit gay sex in airport bathrooms. Dumb adults means we’ll always need more and more money for more and more cops.



Here’s the crux of today’s biscuit…if children really are the future, we’re screwed. We spend billions and billions and billions of dollars blowin’ up brown-skinded brothers in far away lands but we say we don’t have enough money to educate our kids. The youth of America lag behind every industrialized nation in things like science and math and reading…you know, the important stuff. WTF do you think they’re gonna be like when they’re all growed up? They’re gonna be fat, and lazy, and disinterested, and bolivious to the shit-storm swirling all around. And do you know who they have to blame? Nobody but you.



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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Branded


We just found out the City of Sparks gave more than a hundred G’s to a Seattle company to create a “brand identity” for the city. Our question to the powers-that-be in the Rail City: WTF? They don’t have marketing consultants here in the 775? Typical lack of respect for local talent by political douchebags who just don’t get it. Anyway…we did a little research and found a couple of slogans that didn't make the cut:



Sparks. Come for the railroad, stay for the hobos.


Sparks. It could be worse.


Sparks. Like it or lump it.


Sparks. Not just for meth labs anymore.


Sparks. Harassing minorities since 1904.


Sparks. We have to love it. We live here.


Sparks. No Shirt, No Shoes, No Gays!


Sparks. If you’ve been here, you know.


Sparks. Live it. Love it. Now get the hell out!


Sparks. Don’t blame us, we voted for John McCain.





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Wednesday, October 3, 2007

That Urine Isn't Mine Officer!!!


It sure sucks when someone you've admired for a long time turns out to be a fake.

Here at PTB we've got no problems with drugs.


You wanna sniff paint? That's O.K. by us.


You smoke hairs from a ho's ass crack? Go ahead.


But when you're doing drugs to get an edge on the competition...that's just wrong. A haiku to ease our pain:




Say it ain't so Joe!

Are you a juiced-up cheater?

The 775 mourns.