Sean Ponders (thoughts and queries)
There are some certain unanswered questions that often plague my mind

- Do female singers/songwriters have male groupies...if so, how do I join?

- Does pushing the elevator and cross-walk buttons repeatedly really trigger an impulse to the machine which will speed it up?

- Why on some drive-thru oriented machines, such as an automatic bank teller, come equipped with brail... are more blind people driving these days?

- Why are people so anti-abortion. If the ridiculous parent was that unresponsible to create an unwanted child, how will they be able to support it. It's not like the doctor is going to be standing in front of the uterus waiting to cap the baby as soon as it enters the world. If it was to be aborted ...did you remember your first time in the womb? If so, how was it? Did you get along with other children? How was the cuisine... I'll bet it was just divine.

- How can one 40 of max bull be enough to put one in a coma?


- Why did Mad Tv give up on life? That show used to be solid gold until they incorporated those fucking Ms. Swan bullshit skits. If everyone just gave up and drank a beer when the goings got tough we would call the world a giant high school.


It's just plain fucking arrogance when someone is "visiting" at your house for periods of short durations and park directly in the middle of your driveway. It's bad enough if they block one spot on the driveway but 2 takes the cake. KUDOS, ASSHOLES Your spot is on the street.











"How are most people able to coordinate their central and peripheral nervous systems in order to function as a cohesive unit without swallowing their own tongues?"



Eyes Can Be Used For SEEING and Aiding You In performing Procedural Tasks Such as Driving.


I don't know about you but when I'm driving I like to pretend I'm on mushrooms and drive into "the pretty headlights of other cars". The absolute balderdash I witness each day is overwhelming...hence my outright despise towards most everything. After pulling out of a parking stall and heading straight (ahhh the ever effective pull-out method) and not turning thus giving me the right of way I panick as some fuckoff continues driving straight; if you're going to cut me off
at least make sure you can make it douche bag. Fortunately we were both travelling at low speeds and it was still in a parking lot. Anyways he connecets ever so slightly still giving my car a scratch. A "Sanderson patented" double handed slap on the steering wheel was in order along with the kid tested mother approved "what the fuck were you thinking" look. I love not knowing how I got into a car and what I'm to do with this zany wheel and those pedals below. If you are that incompetent don't get in the car you incontinent fuck!
note "incontinent" = Lacking normal voluntary control of excretory functions. Needless to say continuous mockings were aimed in the direction of this fool.