“The cool people always complain that all the assholes are coming to our nights. I say, what do you want? Try to coexist. Ultimately, you should be inspired by assholes engaging in non-asshole behavior. And those guys—the ones with hair gel and graphic-print t-shirts—are the ones who come up afterward and ask about songs.”
—Andy Noble, on his obscure soul and funk d.j. sets in Milwaukee. New Yorker, June 14 & 21 issue, page 54.
I am not sure if I am a cool person or an asshole now. I was once so confident in the answer, but now not so much.
As a confirmed asshole, I find this post mildly offensive, and if I can pull up my baggy pants long enough, I am going to punch somebody about it.
Every time someone calls me a dick I am quick to remind them that I’m an asshole. It’s really annoying being lumped in with those dicks all the time.
Do you know what you call a d*** in a turtle neck…. An uncircumcised d***??
What I am sick of is all the wannabe assholes who make us real assholes look bad.
“What I am sick of is all the wannabe assholes who make us real assholes look bad.”
Absolutely – they call them assholo’s, right? They’re a complete embarrassment.