Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The horrible thought of growing up

I can't fully remember what I was watching today, (and to be quite honest I can't really be held accountable for any actions, comments, thoughts, or musing lately - I'm actually writing this on the shitter - I'm losing my mind) but the smell of my town around late fall hit me today. 

I started to think about my life. The triumphs, the lows, the premature ejaculations...everything, and I've come to the conclusion that my life, what I think to be this extraordinary compilation of drunken nights, f-words, verbal arguments, and lifelong friends - is pretty average. 

In fact, I believe that each person doesn't fully understand the black hole that is our lives. Being a human  on earth is like having a free ticket to a buffet line- some get in and don't feel the hunger, some only eat what they want, some find one thing and stick with it, and some want to try everything.  
The big catch with this outstanding buffet of Asian strippers, the shaved vagina, paying taxes, children, and marriage is that you only get to go through once...and unlike football when we were all kids- there are no re-do's.  

Life is too short to consider any time to be idle. Life it too short to be away from friends and family, and life is too short to be somewhere you don't want to be. 

This brings me back to the smell. I believe that sometimes life sets aside little signposts to help you find your way back home.  Sometimes it's a smell, sometimes it's a dream about my family, or sometimes it's just a thought that slips past my eyes and reminds me that this average life has had some stellar people in it. 


Friday, August 7, 2009

How to correctly identify and kill fat people- by Chris Tatum


You see them everywhere...and they're always wearing some sort of older 1980's polo shirt and some sort of fanny pack contraption. 

Their cheeks
beating red, continuously warding off the pleasantness of the air conditioning. 

Their shoes: 
completely warn down on the heel causing what I like to call a "fatlimp".  No need to strain themselves tying shoes, NASA invented velcro as an alternative device for them. 

Their hair: 
Usually some sort of asexual bowl cut with some form of baldness. 

Their Pants/Shorts: 
Always some form of cargo/hammer pant look. When you're very low on the "I would totally fuck him/her" scale it's always good to have some kind of legged coverings with multiple pockets; why is it always the people whom look furthest away from being a soldier that wear cargo pants?

The way they breathe: 
Deep with a slight rasp. This caused multiple issues when they were growing up: 
  • Never picked in gym class 
  • They had to wait for everyone to be gone to masturbate; nothing like the sound of moist regret and an asthma attack. 
  • They never remember any sexual experiences because a) they never had them or b) if they did have them they would pass out from the physical exertion. 

The way they chew gum: 
Every single one of these mother fuckers resemble a bulldog. The fat and pent up sexual aggression actually forces their bottom teeth to stick out further than their top teeth. This causes the gum chewing sound that is very moist, tongue slapping, spit bubbling, and in some cases causes them to make a snoring sound while they breathe. 

There have been reports of these people actually eating their young when food resources run out. I heard from a guy, who knows a guy, who's brother actually works for a newspaper whom covered the story in Melbourne,  Australia, that a large woman who's electricity went out actually ate her own breast and choked to death. 

What can be done to protect yourself: 
Well although they are slow, methodical stalkers, they are very persistent. It's always a good idea to replace all wooden doors as they can be chewed or leaned on to cause structural failure, and make sure that you lock up your food at night. I would stay away from all "food flavored" perfumes and lip glosses as they are prone to attack and eat anything at any time. 

My luck usually has me placed next to them on an airport or subway. During one of my cross country flights I caught one of these behemoths chewing on my fingernail whilst I slept. 

How to kill them effectively:
The best way to disable them is to take out one of their legs, or prevent them from having sugar which will inevitably wreak havoc on their diabetes and cause heart failure. Be careful, this method can be time consuming and they are a very persistent predator. 

There have been reported incidences where citizens chopped off a head (as instructed in the government mandated document: How to disarm, and effectively kill fat people) but were bitten after the head was removed. IMPORTANT: a typical decapitated head will stay awake as long as 48 hours. Use precaution when rolling head out of your premises. 

The most effective way to completely protect yourself is to give them a full ham, or 30-40 pound turkey (raw or cooked), this will force them to obstruct their usually fatal bent and crooked teeth (as they don't eat with accurate or manageable portions), then simply remove the head with your government provided hacksaw. 

The correct way to dispose of the body: 
Because lifting them is out of the question, and touching them skin to skin can result in infection and an overwhelming stench of cheddar cheese and virginity, most citizens have simply set their houses on fire and began a new life in higher elevations. 

If you happen to kill one outside AND have an in-ground pool with a deep end: 
Simply utilize any heavy duty cable, a semi, or an Army issued helicopter to budge the fat corpse into your pool. Due to their size you will only need two or three bags of concrete and lime to seal off your pool. 

Good luck citizen. This is a rough road, this has become not an American problem, but a problem facing every living and breathing healthy person. 

Anyone looking to collect additional rewards with the proper execution of fat people: Please be sure to check all Buffets, Bulk Candy Stations, and Bowling Alleys to make sure that all normal people are removed before you begin firing your weapons. 

Good night, and Good Luck!
 

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Chris Tatum in the Hizzy

Sup Peeps of Das Timshow!

I will also be writing and contributing here because I am the smarter, more good looking one. 

Please check out my blog as well at www.christatum.net. 

I was going to post a video blog but it's been a small day for Baby Elvis in my pants. 

Talk soon, 

Chris

What is a dream/

What is a dream?
I know some people say it’s all scientific dealing with chemicals in the brain. How about suppressed memories of the past years, months, days or even hours. The thing is nobody knows it’s all just guessing. But what about those days that we swear we dreamt about the night before is that god trying to warn us about the decisions of the day, giving us maybe a head start on the decision. Again who knows I don’t know what exists no one does. But those are the things that make this life worth living the things that no one can explain. We don’t live to work; we work so we can live. Because when it comes down to it, you live (if you are really living) for those things you can’t explain. Such as love, music, faith, hope and for the most part ideas. But all those can be wrapped into dreams. For example I love that girl she is the girl of my dreams or I dream (hope) one day I will be anything.
Dreams are amazing if you listen to them. It’s not about being realistic that kills dreams. In dreams there are no bounds so you can’t look at them in that light. But if you listen because that is the only time complete 100 percent honesty will come out of you without distractions. It’s your soul telling you about yourself. Sometimes it’s telling you about feelings or good and bad decisions you made. Also sometimes it’s just complete confusion because that’s where you are in life at that point. But the kinds of dreams I want to talk about are the ones that talk to you. The ones that tell you exactly what you really want to be doing, not only what you should be doing but that thing you want to do. It’s trying to tell you that thing that makes up you. The person you really are or at least strive to be.
The problem being all of life’s distractions/ bounds change those dreams or make you forget them all together. I challenge any of you that happen to read this to close your eyes and think back. Go back and remember those dreams, is it what you are doing now in any way? Is your life better because you forgot or gave up on that dream? I’m not saying give up what you are doing right now and go for that dream. I’m just saying remember cause when life gets you down just know what you are living for. But most of all know who you are.
So what is a dream? My definition it’s your soul telling you to LIVE by being true to yourself.


The Tim Show view on Love

I love you, three little words that can do more than any other. These words can create and destroy. It can be the basis of changing yours and the whole world while still being able to be the reason all of it could end. The scary part about this power, this supreme influence is that everyone posses it. But no one is safe from it.
There are also many forms it can take. It can be there from the second you are born and last. It can be there for a brief moment in your life where you think it’s bigger than it is. You can love something or just an idea. But the I love you that has the biggest risk also has the possibility of the biggest reward. When said with all your heart and soul, you are giving a gift, hoping to receive the same in return. Even though you have the intimidating potential for the loss of these vital parts of you, you still take that chance. Because with this ultimate vulnerability if shared manifests itself into this complete reason for life. Love is the influence for life so it can go good or bad. So you know you will change life with these words in some way.
So be careful with this virtue of life. Cause all it takes is three words ,”I love you”.

The Begining

This is my first blog so obviously I want it to be good. But what is the criteria for a good or maybe even a great blog. Now I have so many factors to consider such as creativity, how relative it is, is it interesting enough for the reader or just to my standard and also how long should my blog be. There is probably other factors but then I have to deal with my ADHD that limits me from being able to stay on one subject for an extended period of time so maybe a blog is just what I need. Just maybe a blog could capture this frantic imagination in multiple blogs on different subjects instead of just sticking with one story.
YES....YES....that is what I need. So this gift from god (Tim) will nurture, inform, amuse and more than likely disgust, offend, and anger but who wants to have a preconceived notion what emotion they are supposed to feel when reading a predictable blog. The Real Tim Show blog will bring through a gamete of emotions never knowing what subject will be discussed on each blog. Hmmmmmmmm.. Now I'm back to the original problem what to write about. Stay tuned.


Oh and I almost forgot

AND WE'RE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK
here on the Tim show...

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The real Tim show and were baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

This is the real Tim Show blog. Where hesitation equals confirmation. where pc means Pissed off Cracker. Chris and I will be blowing up this blog so please stay tuned. if you want to hear old shows go to www.timshowonline.com.