If you’ve ever had the unfortunate experience of vacating a large building during a fire alarm (elementary school doesn’t count) you might want to check out Joe Rogan’s latest blog. Not only does the comedian and MMA commentator accurately describe the inner conflict you experience during such circumstances, where you try to keep your “chimp” instincts in check and thus don’t blast your way through the masses like George Costanza, the blog entry is littered with hilarity.
Case in point this golden yarn:
There was a sleazy little rub and tug massage parlor on the side street across from the hotel and one of their “masseuses” stepped out for a cigarette and to take a peek at all the commotion. She was wearing a short skirt, and had some disaster of a tattoo on her fat tits that you could see spilling out over the top of her sports bra. She looked over and made eye contact with me, and as she took a drag off her cigarette I imagined the smell of a thousand cocks on her hand mixing with the fumes of the Newport she was smoking, and I thought to myself, “That might be the saddest smell in the whole world.”
With a teaser like that how can you not read on?
