...we the people in order to form a more perfect BLOGLAND have submitted and subsquently voted on the definition of ASSHAT as it occurs in daily life. Henceforth you are command to go and use this term as often as possible crediting how DUCKALICIOUS Miss Daffy is at each and every useage. As a result of your fabuloso contributions both in words, time and clicks the winner of ASSHAT submissions is now decreed: one TRAVIS from I LIKE TO FISH please stand up and accept the honor BLOGLAND PEEPS have bestowed upon your enormous noggin....
Guest Post For Daffy!
So I won this guest post by making a definition of the word asshat.
It’s actually quite an easy thing to define when you are one yourself.
Allow me to give you some examples.
Since none of my family or Facebook friends will read this, I can unleash the bad side of Travis!
At one point in my life, I had stolen money and/or merchandise from every employer I’d worked at.
I’ve killed a dog on purpose, just because it walked across the street like I wasn’t even driving on it.
I’ve attempted to kill a fawn with a shotgun. (The Groom was in on this one too.)
I used to torture The Missus’ cat back when she and I were dating.
The Missus tried to play a prank on me while we were dating. We thought she was pregnant, and she bought a test. She took the test, then talked with her friend, then called me into the room. Her friend, leaving the room, had a smile on her face for about an eighth of a second. I saw it. When I got to her room, she said, “Well, I’m pregnant, what are we going to do?” I said, “Well, I don’t think we should date anymore, and I don’t want anything to do with the baby.” Script flip. Woo. She was LIVID.
I have tried, (rather unsuccessfully) to get The Missus to have a 3 way with her best friend and us. Several times.
I have given The Missus a Dutch Oven. Several times.
I’ve accidentally hurled my wedding ring out of my truck window in the process of littering.
I’ve framed a rather stupid co-worker and got him fired.
I’ve encouraged a married woman to sleep with her husband sans protection so that if she got pregnant from what I did earlier that day, she could blame it on her husband.
So yeah… I’m an asshat. I know the meaning of the word all too well. As I’m typing this, I’m talking with Daffy on messenger. She swears up and down that I’m not an asshat. I told her she’d change her mind after she saw this list!
Now, don’t get it wrong. I’m not a bad guy.
I’ve had my moments like everyone else has. However, I am not stealing from my current job, I’m not sleeping with anyone besides The Missus, and my days of trying to kill/torturing small animals are way in the past. Now a days, my worst moments are when that douchefuck Tyler Hansborough comes on TV and doesn’t do jack-SHIT to find that little black girls dog, but totally takes all the credit for it and does it all in FUCKING NORTH CAROLINA BLUE!
I cuss a lot when that commercial comes on.
Fuck you, AT&T.
As of this moment, Daffy has 99 followers, and I have 93. That means that six of you guys reading this aren’t following me. Actually, it’s five, because I’m one of the people following her, and I don’t follow myself. Well, I mean, I do, but it’s because I’m fat. And that’s completely different.
Go find my blog, and click follow.
Although, after that list, I wouldn’t be surprised if I lose a few. Sorry about that.
Love you guys.