1. South Park
Every single time I watch South Park, I laugh. I laugh because I feel like the writers sit down and try to figure out just what I would laugh at. Then they make an episode. The episode then goes on to serve as many, many people’s social barometer. Often the episode mocks things that are important to me.
But I laugh and laugh and laugh.
I’m not a vulgar person and I’m not cruel. South Park is always vulgar and quite frequently cruel. Heaven help me, I love it. Hypocrite walking among you, that is I.
I’m not referring to the practice of one referring to friends or acquaintances as their “peeps.” That makes my ears bleed if I hear it and my eyes bleed if I read it.
I’m talking about yellow marshmallow chicks. Pink marshmallow bunnies. Devouring them, tearing their soft bodies with my jagged teeth each and every Easter. I only go on one or two benders a year, and they begin and end with the unassuming Peep.
And you can make them duel.
3. Stoner movies
There are very few movies I feel like I need to see in the theater. When I do go, it’s often because I can actually hang out with a guy friend and we want to laugh. This is how I saw Pineapple Express last year. I went in thinking, “This is so not my style anymore.” Then I laughed through the whole thing.
Later I tried to explain the plot and quote some of the better lines to Janette. She said “This really could have waited until morning.” Shows what she knows.
8 bit Nintendo games. The greatest ever. Sometimes it helps me tune the tics out, but just as often it’s nostalgia. Nothing but good memories there. My goal is that one day I will be included as the third Mario Brother.
5. “Dude” and “man”
I rarely refer to anyone by name when I’m talking to them.
6. Stories like this
I can’t remember which book it is, but humorist David Rakoff (99% sure it was him) wrote an essay about attending a theater production of Anne Frank’s story. Apparently the actress playing Anne Frank was so bad that at the end of the play when the Nazis were breaking into the house, someone in the audience stood up and yelled “She’s in the attic!”
How about you? Anything you’re holding onto that the struggling-to-be-grown-up-part-of-you can’t break up with?
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