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Men with Vaginas

One of the main reasons I don’t believe in the “Intelligent Design” theory is that there are no men with vaginas in the world.

I’m not talking about pre-op or post-op transexuals, or the circus-dwelling, hermaphroditic freaks of the world. No, no, no – I’m talking about regular men. Hair-covered, meat-powered, smelly, dirty, testosterone-laden men. The same exact men that watch sports, drink beer, make stupid bets and actually believe their team is gonna do better because they’re wearing their lucky socks. Yes, men just like me, Albert Pujols, Chuck Norris, John Wayne, Ray Lewis and Wilt Chamberlin… except with manginas instead of massive schlongs.

Why?

Because women fuck everything up. More than that, their titties fuck everything up. Anything that’s ever been pure and good has been somehow ruined by women and their feelings, emotions, estrogen and most specifically, their mammaries. But this is not a rant against women; it’s an argument against the existence of a divine, all-powerful being.

You see, for the first 16 years of his life, El Gammy was forced against his will to attend a hypocrisy center (most of you know it as “church”). Inevitably, during these 16 years I happened to pick up some of the twisted logic and fanaticism of christianity. Now, in order to explain why the absence of men with vaginas is an argument against “intelligent” design (which, quite frankly, is a questionable naming for a creation theory) I’m gonna have to share some of that knowledge with you here. So here it goes:

Basically, the reason why “God” created man was because he was bored with his angels. They were mindless, soulless drones who were created with the sole purpose to worship god. For eons, all they did every single second was worship god – sing to him, dance for him, and praise his name, power and glory. Naturally, this wasn’t enough for the greedy, selfish, all-mighty being. He wanted douchebags who actually had a choice to willingly worship him because they genuinely wanted to, not because they were programmed to.

So, one day he decides to create the sun and the stars, the oceans, the mountains, blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda, and then he creates man. Of course, the bible will tell you that god is a merciful god, who will forgive us no matter what we do, or how bad of sinners we are, and herein lies my problem:

If god wants us to worship him blindly, live for him and genuinely praise his name out of our own sheer will, then why create women? Why create boobs? Why create beautiful creatures with awesome curves that make it extra easy for us to lust over?

Tits make it virtually impossible to focus entirely on god, which is why the entire “intelligent design” theory is a crock of shit. If “god” were truly intelligent, he would NOT have created direct competition for the attention of males. As things stand, men have to choose between tits and god – they can’t have both. And everyone knows tits are the prevalent choice among hetero males.

Instead of creating women, their emotions and their tits – a real intelligent being would have done away entirely with estrogen and went right to men with vaginas. There… that’s it… there’s the method for procreation. You get guys with dicks and guys with pussies. Men with testicles and men with ovaries. On the outside they would look exactly the same, but on the inside, some men would have the ability to carry a baby in their womb for nine months. This would basically do away with the porn industry, and eliminate homosexuality altogether.

Without having to worry about naked chicks and their tits, men would be “free,” so to speak, to worship a god. Of course, that’s not the case… and because there are no men with vaginas, then the “intelligent design” theory is nothing more than that: a theory.

Today Was a Good Day

It’s late, so I’ll try to keep this short:

Braves won.
Mets lost.
Yankees lost.
Bonds homered (for the second consecutive day).
Suns won.
Spurs lost.
Mavs lost.
Heat lost (yesterday).

Yes, today was a good day not just because everything went right in my world of sports, but also because I managed to get in my workout and cardio, make and eat some good-ass carne asada, drink beer, watch some hilarious episodes of South Park, take a nap and for the coupe de grace: watch the last two episodes from disc 1 season 1 of Scrubs. Then I watched the DVD’s extra features where I got to know all kinds of useless, yet interesting stuff about the creator, the writers, the actors and their work environment – which brings me to my next thought…

I love watching Scrubs. Scrubs makes me feel really good. Aside from the fact that it makes me laugh, it also makes me think about life, societal issues and the subtle intricacies of human relationships: both friendships and romance.

You know what the best part is? I’ve watched 8 episodes so far, and I’ve still got two discs to go from the first season, plus 6 or so seasons are on their way. That means I’ll be watching new episodes of Scrubs (new to me, of course) for the next couple of months. The mere anticipation of this makes me giddy.

And that marks the first time in my life that I’ve used the word “giddy” to describe my present situation. Yup, today was a good day.

South Park: P. Diddy’s VOTE or DIE! Lyrics

El Gammy has been real busy in life, with life-related issues such as eating, sleeping and watching TV. So to break his month-long no-blogging streak, here’s one of El Gammy’s favorite South Park songs ever:

P. Diddy’s VOTE or DIE! Lyrics

P. Diddy: Your friend Kyle said you don’t understand the importance of voting.

Stan: I…

P. Diddy: Apparently you haven’t heard of my “Vote or Die” campaign. [holds up a shirt with the slogan on it]

Stan:”Vote or Die”? [upset] What the hell does that even mean?!

P. Diddy:[whips out a gun from his back pocket, cocks it, and aims it at Stan] What you think it means, bitch!!

Stan: AAAAH!!

Vote or die, mother_, motherfucker, vote or die!

Rock the vote or else I’m gonna stick a knife through your eye.

Democracy is founded on one simple rule!

Get out there and vote or I will motherfuckin kill you. Yeh.

I like it when you vote, bitch! (bitch!)

Shake them titties when you vote, bitch! (bitch!)

I slam my jimmy through your mouth roof (mouth roof)

Now get your big ass in the pollin’ booth.

I said vote, bitch, or I’ll fuckin kill you!

Vote or die, motherfucker, motherfucker, vote or die!

You can’t run from a .38, go ahead and try!

Let your opinion be heard! You gotta make a choice

‘Cause after I slit your throat you won’t have a fucken voice

‘Vote or die! Vote or die!