The World's First Anti-Social Networking Site

This blog is the start of what we hope will become the world's first anti-social networking site. It is not a place to make friends. It is a place to make fun of all of the douchebags that take themselves way too seriously; politicians, celebrities, and those hoping to make themselves famous on the net. You know, those people who have 1,000 friends or create YouTube videos hoping they will get noticed.

This is the place where you can come to make fun of those people. Unlike Digg.com and similar sites, we want to see the worst the Web has to offer. Those people who are just screaming "make fun of me." That's what this site is about.


And you can start with us. What kind of pathetic people take the time to register and create a Web page with an obvious typo?

Tell us how much you hate us at imrubberyourglue@gmail.com


Thursday, April 30, 2009

Explanation Reverse Engineered

If you were a heterosexual male in the 1980’s you liked Top Gun. Sure, you may deny it today but at one point in your life you either wanted to be Maverick or even Iceman. You traded in your Ray Ban Risky Business sunglasses for some tinted aviator shades and you know you looked at bomber jackets too. You also wanted to bang Kelly McGillis. And why not? She was sexy, smart, and had a great body. Hey, she made Amish chicks seem hot so of course you fantasized about giving it to her. Well my brothers, that window of opportunity is gone.

She said in a recent interview that after a couple of divorces and other bad experiences with men she realized that she was a lesbian at the age of 51. Sounds reasonable perhaps but I would like to offer up an alternate explanation. Let’s say you get a call from a friend. He says that he is going to set you up on a blind date and of course you ask what she looks like, right? So your friend says she looks exactly like Kelly McGillis. All of sudden you picture yourself as Maverick with her on the back of your motorcycle. “Dreams do come true” you think as you hang up the phone. You go to pick up your date and are greeted at the door by this:

I think you now have a much clearer picture as to why no man is dating her. Explanation reverse engineered.



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