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Showing posts with label homelessness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homelessness. Show all posts

January 6, 2011

THE SABRE-TOOTHED MAN HAS HIS DAY IN COURT

It's been quite a good week for the homeless.

By now you've all heard about Ted Williams, the homeless man with the voice of vanilla ice cream with Jesus on top. He got a new job, a new haircut, a new house, and the kind of buzz that that every Hollywood starlet dreams about while lying naked on the furs of rare animals, covered in powdered drugs and various goos.

On top of that, there's a bounty of fresh seafood and poultry that's literally falling out of the sky. You see the Apocalypse, I see buffet.

Let's go back to that guy Ted. What do I think about this man and his Mike Sorrentino?

Obviously, this is real great for a guy who last week was eating worms and wondering why anyone would buy cologne over a nice pillow and a Gatorade. His obvious talent was wasted on the deaf ears of Old Deaf Harvey, the smelly ears of Stinky Greg Polstansion, and non-existent ears of All Nose Rudolph who shares a corner with the ugliest dog in town (instead of a tail she has another butt). Thank goodness he's able to get out of Columbus, where you can't buy a belt downtown according to one man who was asked by my friend Chuck where he could get a belt. Could it be the abundance of jails and courthouses as opposed to department stores or does is the elastic waistband a mid-west thing? It's too bad that he got a new job in Cleveland, which movies and TV have taught me is a horrible place where no one but Drew Carey wants to live.

The biggest issue that I, and the members of my Judo club have with this is that the media and other for-profit entities and taking advantage of the whole thing. The guy definitely deserved a job in the speaking industry, but did he really deserve all that other stuff? He's now the most employed voice guy in the world, prompting every veteran announcer in North America to say smoothly and eloquently, "what the Hell?". It's not like the Nazis blew up his farm or something.

Knowing humans, we'll try to take advantage of the situation further by combing the streets for other talented people without home. For all you scouts out there, here are the easiest jobs to fill:

Chef - Jamie Oliver has an empire of restaurants whose cooks are all disadvantaged teenagers, or as anthropologist call them "pre-bums". Homeless people have far more life experience than a teen whose mom hides the crisps all the time, so he throws her TV out the window, and they're already well-versed in the culinary arts from years of eating our garbage. They know how to roast a raccoon, so why not a Berkshire pig?

Sex Actor - All you really need to do is find someone out there with a powerful dong. Besides home ownership, there's not much difference between a homeless person and a porn star -- they smell weird, they eat goo, they're prone to disease, they wear horrible clothes and their parents hate them.

Reality TV star - Homeless people are adept at screaming nonsense, drinking heavily and fighting, which are all prerequisites for being a reality star. Heck, on Wednesday Skooki told Ellen that "passing out in a garbage can sucks". Replace the word "sucks" with "rules" and that quote could have come from any number of street people.

In conclusion, I used the word "goo" twice today and I think that deserves a pat on the back:

October 15, 2009

I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE A GUY WITH BIGGER EYES I'M GETTING THAT MAN'S EYES


New comic, inspired by children and their dreams.

A few weeks back, I was checking out the pantry, fridge and other spots where food lives, and I got a craving for some jam. Jam is DEFINITELY underrated - it's pretty much pie filling that you put on things, and is kid tested and mom approved. So anyway, I spread the word around town that I wanted some jam, and next thing you know I got 4 jars!

Jar 1 - PC strawberry - I bought this myself because I didn't think life would conspire to bring me more. It's good quality jam and boasts "50% fruit", which should really be industry standard.

Jar 2 - Harrod's Cherry jam - My dad didn't know I wanted jam, but he brought me some from England and I'm certainly not complaining because I wanted jam and this stuff looks premium.

Jars 3 and 4 - Peach and strawberry homemade courtesy of Liv's grandpa. In my experience homemade jam is generally the best because as much as mass production is the driver of our modern economy, it doesn't have taste buds or old wrinkled hands that make for top notch spreads.

Do you know what's bad about homelessness other than the fact that it's all about people who are in big time trouble? It's the fact that to be a successful panhandler, you have to have experience, which is not enviable and sort of goes against the whole spirit of panhandling, which is to make enough change so you don't have to do it anymore. It's not the type of racket that you want to stick with and get better at because it's the worst job in North America next to the President! WHOA

My line of thinking came from seeing a guy asking cars for change at an intersection today, and I could tell he hadn't been homeless for long because his clothes weren't that bad. Now if I were going to give money to someone, I'm probably going to give it to the person who looks like they're in the worst shape, and not to some guy who just got into a fight with his dad about drinking beer in the house and is street bound until his buddy Chad lets him crash on the chesterfield. I guess it would also help if you're a good actor or have a fresh sign, but pageantry is probably the last thing on the mind of a guy down on his luck.

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