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NEW RULES for 2006 - George Carlin

 

New Rule: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for classmates.com! There's a

 

reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't

 

particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the

 

football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.

 

New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless

 

you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was

 

found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What

 

did you expect it to contain? Trout?

 

New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot,

 

blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description

 

for these kids: lucky bastards.

 

New Rule: If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards,

 

you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols.

 

If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.

 

New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care

 

about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.

 

 

 

New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole

 

aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery

 

taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want

 

flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your

 

flavored water.

 

New Rule: Stop f***ing with old people. Target is introducing a

 

redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top

 

is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it,

 

his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved

 

the Social Security crisis.

 

 

 

New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the ass

 

hole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy,

 

half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra

 

dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're

 

a huge a$$hole.

 

 

 

New Rule: I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my

 

card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount,

 

deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the

 

kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my

 

Almond Joy.

 

 

 

New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't

 

make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it

 

translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything

 

spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not

 

spiritual. You're just high.

 

 

 

New Rule: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven

 

deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating,

 

because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned

 

exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already

 

doing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."

 

 

 

New Rule: I don't need a bigger mega M&M. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms,

 

I'll go nuts and eat two.

 

 

 

New Rule: If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy,

 

old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a

 

remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's

 

remember the reason something was a television show in the first place

 

is that the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.

 

New Rule: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for

 

weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab.

 

Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you

 

isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.

 

 

 

New Rule: and this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants.

 

After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just

 

had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be

 

there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your

 

webcam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.

 

 

 

New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in

 

months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese.

 

And I didn't really care in the first place.

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