One of the best things about the Internet is that it contains a wealth of information to guide you through life's unexpected obstacles. If it wasn't for the wise words of complete strangers, I never would have been able to fix my own toilet, master a delicious lasagna recipe, and stretch my rectum to the point where I could successfully smuggle a kilo of cocaine through Guadalajara International Airport.
But in an attempt to provide guidance on every possible challenge someone could face, the Internet's how-to writers have crafted guides that could only be of use to the desperate or the insane. God help you if you ever find yourself consulting one of the following.
#6. How to Pierce Your Own Penis
Every man has thought about driving a steel rod through his penis at some point in his life. But some of us are hesitant to show our willy to Willy, the coked up ex-biker who will charge a hundred bucks to help you set off metal detectors with your dick. What's a shy, cash-strapped genital piercing enthusiast to do?
Thankfully, the good men and women -- nay, the good heroes -- at WikiHow answered the call of what has to be, like, six people, which is why I can no longer get an erection that doesn't immediately wilt away in terror. We're told that a dong piercing can improve your sex life, make you feel cool, and give you a piercing that "nobody knows about." The last point contradicts the first, and the second is the worst misunderstanding of what it means to be cool since the socially awkward started wearing fedoras.
You think that dude can't take a punch? Look at him. LOOK AT HIM!
Credit where credit's due: This is a well-written guide. It's comprehensive and easy to understand, and I've had surgeries that took fewer sanitary precautions than they recommend. That makes it even weirder, because the best way to ensure that you don't get dick dropsy is to go to a goddamn professional. The guide even suggests this several times, and also mentions a few of the many, many ways doing it yourself can go horribly wrong. I don't know what sort of man decides to go ahead with the personal touch after reading these warnings, but I know I'd want him to have my back in a bar fight.
And oh boy, can this ever go wrong. It's suggested that you get a pair of clamps so that, when you make the first hole and start screaming like a little girl who's being mauled by a tiger, you won't accidentally miss your mark on the exit and give yourself a second urethra. If I ever follow the Internet's advice to apply a clamp to my foreskin, the next step in the guide had better be "Question every life decision you have made up to this point as you star in a Bulgarian porno to pay off your gambling debts."
We'll now take a minute to let every male in the audience cross his legs and cringe.
Look, I'm no prude. If you want a genital piercing, go nuts (although not literally). But for God's sake, get it done by a professional. The "jam metal through a stranger's genitalia" industry is probably traumatizing enough without them having to worry about losing business to a self-starting go-getter. Not to mention that if you mess up, you'll have the most humiliating emergency room story ever.
#5. How to Give Yourself a Tattoo With Household Items
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If the penis-piercing guide was written by a well-meaning professional who lacked foresight, this guide on tattooing yourself was put together by a man who spent a decade in prison putting these skills to use and could not give less of a fuck if you infect yourself, because he's seen shit that makes your infection look like a chipped nail. If going to a tattoo parlor while drunk is ill-advised, this is the equivalent of stopping off while on your way to rescue your parents from a Terminator.
We're first told that getting a tattoo requires "desciplin," so make sure you have whatever that is. Next you need to assemble a tattoo gun like you're MacGyver after he stopped believing in germ theory. Just tie a needle to a pencil and you're pretty much good to go! Maybe wash the pencil "a bit," if you're a "germophobe or even a little paranoid." Those nutty paranoids, always going on about how "the CIA's monitoring my movements!" and "breaking your skin with unsanitary equipment can cause medical complications!" Wackos.
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Look at this crackpot. I bet he's all "controlled demolitions!" am I right?
Next, get drunk. Just enough to dull the pain, mind you, because tattooing yourself while you're hammered would be irresponsible. The author doesn't specify what kind of alcohol to drink, but I assume he's put together a guide for making bathtub gin with nothing more than rubbing alcohol, juniper berries, and "this totally kickass chemical my cousin Marco scored, yeah of course it's legit, what are you, a pussy?"
Then, once you sketch the anchor or flaming skull on your skin, it's time to get some ink on your needle and start stabbing yourself. This can take a while, so we're told to maybe throw on a movie or something. Yeah, because who needs to pay attention when they're tattooing themselves? Hell, invite a few friends over, start a game of beer pong. You really only need one free hand.
But OK, as much as I mock, I admit that it would give you some pretty serious street cred to tattoo yourself with nothing more than supplies you stole from work. And the end result has got to be pretty ... Christ, what the hell is that?
"No, seriously, that was all freehand."
Is that a knife made out of a corncob? Nobody's going to be impressed by that. They're going to wonder what sort of ridiculous bet you lost that forced you to go to the worst tattoo artist in all of the universe's population of organic life. It looks like a cattle brand for LARPers.
So I'll say it again, kids: Always get your body modifications done by a professional. We're about a step away from having guides on how to give yourself breast implants, and no one wants to see the results of that.
#4. How to Become Good at Knife Fighting
Much like learning to play an instrument or picking up a new language, mastering the art of knife fighting is one of those skills we'd all love to do but can never quite find the time for. But then you find yourself in a foreign country and/or in the midst of a battle between two surprisingly well-choreographed street gangs, and you'll curse yourself for watching that Who's the Boss? marathon when you could have been slashing noses open. Thankfully, there's a knife fighting guide you can quickly consult after you try to ask a surly Moldovan where the nearest washroom is and accidentally call his mother an unusually unattractive yet embarrassingly slutty goat.
If knife fighting seems like one of those skills you'd pick up from experience rather than fancy book learnin', you are absolutely correct. Step one might as well be "plan ahead by pre-emptively calling an ambulance. Be sure to mention your blood type!"
This is what the average knife fighter looks like, apparently. You do not want to fight someone who looks like this.
This guide is a mixture of the obvious and the insane. "Be physically fit" seems implied, because I've yet to see a movie where the heroes are intimidated by an obese henchman who needs a breather after he's introduced. But then there's the step where you "get faster reflexes." Well, OK. Sounds good in theory, but how? Become Spider-Man? I'm just joking, of course, that would be silly. You should play racing video games and run in the woods.
Part of me always knew that the countless hours I've sunk on Mario Kart and F-Zero would prepare me for fighting knife duels. "Don't fuck with me, man -- I won the Star Cup on 150cc mirror mode," I'll say, as my opponent's eyes widen in fear. "And do you know how many forests I've run through? Like, all of them. I make deer look like shit!" Hell, I'll never even have to fight if I can trash talk like that.
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"See this shit? I ran it. Yeah, that's what I thought."
We're also advised to "never get nervous," although there are no suggestions as to how to magically master our emotions. Just picture the 6-foot speed freak waving a machete in your face as a cherry blossom tree swaying in a warm spring breeze, I guess.
And, of course, practice makes perfect. Well sure, but what post-apocalyptic wasteland do you live in where you can get knife fighting practice on a regular basis? Is this part of a guide for being a Shadowrunner? I feel like if you're getting practice sessions, you don't need to consult an Internet guide, because you're already either pretty good or pretty short of a functional jugular.
"Whoa there, buddy. Not cool bringing those guns to a knife fight."
Speaking of which, the guide wraps up with a warning that we should always think about the consequences of knife fighting, because "Stitches, surgery, and perhaps a slow and painful death may await the person who loses." Are you saying that after all this awesome advice I could still lose? Goddammit, how many forests do I have to run through?