Fuck Being Green
What’s this being green shit all about? How in the world do you expect little ‘ol me to save the environment — and the pandas and Darfur, too? I’m on my couch watching Bravo. I can’t reach.
But what I can do is stuff that matters to me. I need something to put my pipe/papers/lighter/grinder in and I have a ton of useless magazines, so I’m thinking about making one of these cool magazine bowl thingies. Rock.
I’ve got a shit ton of clothes that don’t fit (I’ve been working out — huzzah), so I wouldn’t mind dropping off my size large items to a shelter or something; as long as it’s to the Salvation Army down the street cus I’m super lazy.
That’s eco-friendly enough for me. Leave the clean coal, wind energy, whale saving and Palin bashing to Obama. Let him heal the world — and let me focus on my own. I suggest you do the same. It’s way easier.
