-If something is a non-guitar-related matter, then I am better at it than John Mayer is. -Boning Jennifer Aniston is not playing guitar. -I'm better than John Mayer at Boning Jennifer Aniston.That's just logic right there. That's some mah'fuckin' modus ponens all up in yo shit. So there it is. According to Math, you should dump John Mayer and prepare yourself for a life of screaming like a banshee while I plow you senseless. (Math said those vile things, not me.) If, for some reason, my sweaty, throbbing logic doesn't convince you, Jennifer Aniston, perhaps I should highlight some of my other important attributes and accomplishments. Onward, with the
Still not convinced? Still not willing to dump John Mayer? No? Not even a little bit? You leave me with no choice, Jenifer Aniston. In order to win your love, I hereby challenge John Mayer to the First Annual Cracked.com Violent, Competitive, Non-Guitar-Related Olympics Or
That's right. Your Body is a Thunderdome, (Winner Bones All), will be a deadly, vicious, all-out, last man Anistanding brawl. What do you say, John Mayer? Just me and you in a series of physically challenging and mentally exhausting competitions, where the ultimate prize is Jennifer Aniston's undying love. Rules are like Guitars, in that neither will be involved in this contest. I don't think we'll need to work too hard to convince Aniston to become a part of this. If Along Came Polly is any indication, she has no problem attaching her name to retarded projects with ridiculous premises (Zing!). Plus, Jennifer Aniston, no matter how tough it'll be for you to watch your two main flames brutally compete for your love, it can't be nearly as painful as watching Rumor Has It, (Zing Pops!). And if it turns out that both John Mayer and I die in our competition, don't worry, you've been associated with bigger disasters. The Iron Giant, for example, (Zing around the Rosie, motherfuckers!). The challenge is out there, John Mayer. I await your response. To pass the time, I'll be over here, doing more pushups than you can even dream about.
[Also, for those keeping score at home, to date my unanswered challenges are as follows:] -Hannah Montana (A bare-knuckle-boxing match for the rights to the name M&M). -The CEO of Taco Bell (A spelling bee. If I win, they have to remove the unreasonable restraining order they placed on me six months ago). -John Mayer (A Last Man Anistanding Match to the death, for the love of Jennifer Aniston).
Plenty of everyday things have weird connections to the Nazis.
The thing about plot twists is that they almost never make sense on repeat viewing.
Sometimes the silliest goofballs get away with the vilest things.