George Carlin's New Rules For 2007:
GEORGE CARLIN'S NEW RULES FOR 2007:
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? Lobster?
New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have
sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently
damaged. I have a better d escription 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 screwing 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 gran dpa 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 *******. 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 *******.
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 U.S. 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&Ms. 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 web cam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I
don't need to hear "27 months." "He's two" will do
just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really
care in the first place.
New Rule: If you ever hope to be a credible adult
and want a job that pays better than minimum wage,
then for God's sake don't pierce or tattoo every
available piece of flesh. If so, then plan your
future around saying, "Do you want fries with that?"