There I was, titty fucking some random skank's nipples off, wondering if that was enough or if I needed to do something else completely pointless for breast cancer. If only there was a gesture equally as empty as wearing a pink bracelet or having a bake sale or throwing a magnetic ribbon on my car or walking with a herd of heifers for 5 kilometers. Something that would show my hollow support without taking any actual effort nor furthering the cause in any real way. Then it hit me like a ton of boobs. This and every October, porkjerky.com will go pink as a lip service tribute to breast cancer. Please follow my magnanimous example and do something meaninglessly worthless that doesn't require any real effort on your part for this great cause. Believe me when I say, it should be the least we can do.
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Whew. I'm back. After the last cross, I thought I had lost the ability to find humor in other's pain. What a said dark day that would have been.

Turns out I'm fine and normal. Sondra Cunningham's death was just the antidote I needed. On 10/25/2008 she was riding shot gun in a street race and the jockey of the horse she bet on was a little tipsy (he later blew a .183). Cunningham and her driver were tearing ass down the road in a Dodge Neon when he lost control of his high performance compact sedan and crashed into a utility pole.

Ok, here's the part where I know I am ok and not going soft.

Then just like Ralph Nader predicted, the car catches fire. As his bad-ass, hot-rod, cherried-out, envy-of-everyone muscle car is engulfed in flames, the driver gets pulled from the burning Dodge Neon to safety by some misguided hero. End scene. Exit hero.

Either the dumb samaritan thought the car was so fucked up that it was impossible a person was in the passenger side or he didn't even think to look. Whatever the case, the misguided saint called it a day after saving the shitty driver. So, instead of living out the rest of his life as a hero for risking his life to save someone from burning wreckage, the guy who pulled the driver out of the car now has to live with the fact that he saved the life of a piece of shit drunk driver (who would be convicted of Involuntary manslaughter) while leaving his passenger to die in a burning car. Oh, the cruel, cruel, delicious...

What's the opposite of irony?

Oh, the cruel, cruel, delicious aptness of it all.

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There I was, titty fucking some random skank's nipples off, wondering if that was enough or if I needed to do something else completely pointless for breast cancer. If only there was a gesture equally as empty as wearing a pink bracelet or having a bake sale or throwing a magnetic ribbon on my car or walking with a herd of heifers for 5 kilometers. Something that would show my hollow support without taking any actual effort nor furthering the cause in any real way. Then it hit me like a ton of boobs. This and every October, porkjerky.com will go pink as a lip service tribute to breast cancer. Please follow my magnanimous example and do something meaninglessly worthless that doesn't require any real effort on your part for this great cause. Believe me when I say, it should be the least we can do.