Wednesday, February 11, 2009

FE Quickies: Marketing



It annoys me that every company has to have a stupid little trademark saying now.

Cadillac - break through
Subway - eat fresh
Allstate - are u in good hands?
Taco Bell - think outside the bun.

Marketing pisses me off. I hate listening to people try to whore their products on me. Leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to break through, I don't want to eat fresh, and I don't want to think outside the bun. What kinda fucking nerve to these companies have that they can tell me what to do every second of every day.

They never even ask anymore. They don't say "Want to try my taco? You might like it". No, instead it's "Here, eat this fucking thing. Oh, you don't like tacos? Well shut the fuck up and pay me $2 and eat the fucking thing anyway, because your life sucks without tacos. What the fuck is the matter with you that you don't want a taco. It's the only thing standing in your way to pure happiness. You're fucking miserable now. You're gonna die alone unless you eat our tacos.

Its fucking awful now. Everyone just wants to make money. And everyone's product is the best. And if not, they just put an athlete in the commercial. "Oh man i hate sprite. Wait LeBron James drinks sprite, get me a 12 pack. It has to be good if LeBron James drinks it. I bet it will make me a better basketball player too. I'm gonna obey my thirst." This country has turned into a non-stop whoring festival. Everywhere you look some blood sucking company has put its stupid logo all over it.

"I really enjoyed the Nokia Sugar Bowl and the Fed Ex Orange Bowl this year".

I'm afraid to grab my spankerchief under my bed because i know sooner or later its gonna have the Toyota symbol on it.

Monday, February 9, 2009

FE Quickies: Southern Accents



I HATE people with southern accents. Stop using them. Theres nothing interesting about anyone with a southern accent. Its not 1870 anymore, put your 6-shooter away and progress with the rest of the country.

You're showoffs and no one wants to associate with some one who sounds like he just pulled his dick out of a horse. God that fucking annoys me.

Youre never gonna get a job sounding like that. If I'm a boss and the guy I'm interviewing opens the conversation with "Howdy" he can get right back on his horse and ride off into the sunset. And I'll take my chances with the lawsuit he files against me cause I'm sure he'll stop at a saloon first and get too drunk to show up.

The only thing you've ever brought to the table was Dolly Pardon's tits. And god forbid we ever have another civil war. They couldn't even win when technology was even, what are they gonna do now when we have automatic machine guns and bombs, and we see them charging at us with muskets and rakes. Its fuckin disgraceful.

-Fin-

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Thurday Quickies Part 2: Kids

B: Man, can you imagine in 2 years [name witheld] having a kid? Jesus, in 2 years I'll be lucky if I'm even out of my apartment and have a girlfriend. I'm not planning on kids for 5-7 years at LEAST.

G: I dont even know when ill have kids. I just hope ill get to use the word "planned" when i talk about them.

B: Yeah, you'll use that word when you and the girl are going to "planned" parenthood to discuss your "options".

G: Lucky for me I have some good lines for when i have to go to court for my illegit:
- "Thats impossible your honor, i pulled out"
- "I didnt plan on hitting her, but when she told me she was pregnant i didn't have many options"
- "________" (that's the sound of me not showing up)
I say all that like i wouldn't have moved away the minute she told me.


B: Here's some more:

"I gave her those wire hangers because I thought she'd have to buy extra clothes for the baby"

"Those steps were covered in vegetable oil BEFORE I found out about it, I swear"

"What? We used to always lock each other in closets and blow cigarette smoke through the vents."

"The book 101 ways to kill a fetus? Ok, I have no explanation for that, sorry"

/FIN

Thursday Quickies: Part 1--

Sorry for the hiatus, FE fans... we're very busy in our real lives, but that's no excuse for our lack of awful jokes.

So to keep things rolling, a some quick blurbs, "ripped from the headlines"

From one of our own after witnessing a goth kid:


G: how can parents let their kids dress like that? If my son ever looked like that i would fuck him up. And if my daughter did it I'd molest her (this time there would actually be a reason behind it) and then I'd fuck her up too.

B: I love how you're looking for any excuse to molest your daughter.
her: Dad, I got a B+ on my social studies test!
you: You didn't get an A? (licking fingers) Come with me...

G: And the only reason she didn't get an A was because i molested her the night before the test. Her crying and losing self-esteem really impacted her study habits that night.

/fin

Friday, July 18, 2008

Guest post: "Cuss Control" Author James V. O'Connor

Why hello there. I'm James V. O'Connor, founder of the Cuss Control Academy and author of "Cuss Control: The Complete Book on How to Curb Your Cursing" (on sale now at Amazon.com). I'd like to thank the good folks at Forced Entry for allowing me the forum to give you fine readers a brief overview of my beliefs. And also to plug my book, on sale now, at Amazon.com.

I don't know about you people, but cussing sure seems to have gone way up around me. I mean, even in my humble midwestern town, people seem to be using the f-word and the s-word and the V-A-G-I-N-A-L-B-L-E-E-D-I-N-G words without a second thought nowadays. It just makes me uncomfortable, dagnabit, and I believe that it's the first sign of the decline of our civilization. It is for this reason that I've decided to lead a revolution in clean speaking, which I believe leads to intelligent living. I think a well-spoken society leads to a more literate and educated society, and can enjoy the finer things in life, like reading my book, available through Amazon.com and possibly at a retailer near you if you continue to pester them with threatening letters with the persistance of an OCD patient for a few dozen weeks.

I know what you're asking. "Mr. O'Connor, your book sounds very intriguing, and you have given me every reason to want to learn more about your methods. Can you explain your technique a little further?"

And my answer to that is, "of course-- but I can only provide you a teaser, because if you want the full in-depth discussion, I actually wrote a whole fudrucking book about it-- available at Amazon.com or in a box in my basement.

You see, when I get angry, I don't feel the need to shout expletives, or even to mutter them under my breath. There are many more healthy alternatives to get that anger out. For example, the next time you get cut off in traffic, and feel the need to call the perpetrator some form of sodomite or a female reproductive organ, instead just think about how much worse some people have it in life, such as a quadriplegic or a child with Down's Syndrome. After a few moments reflecting on those waterheads, you should be chuckling and in a better mood in no time at all.

Now you might think of me as a stick in the mud, just trying to ruin your good time with all this clean talk, but the truth is I like a good joke as much as the next guy. In fact, at my old job, I was known as the office cut-up. And I earned that reputation with nary a 4-letter word coming out of my mouth.

As I teach in my course, and in my book (on sale now at Amazon.com), a good technique to use is to think up funny sounding words as alternatives to cuss words. Personally, I get a chuckle out of nonsense words like wizzle wazzle, flim flam, and miscarriage. Using these words also shows just how creative and innovative you can be with language, instead of lazily relying on the old offensive standbys to get a laugh out of people.

Also, clean speaking shouldn't keep you from ribbing your friends and peers, a tradition in the O'Connor household. But in my case, I do it without the invectives that would make some of the more sensitive types shy away. A good example of this was when we had hired a young go-getter from the local state college--a gentleman who happened to be of the darker persuasion. He would use some of what I dub the "soft cusses" like the h-e-double-hockey-sticks, and the one that is reserved for God's bidding. So instead of trying to one-up him on that front, I just turned to him with a chuckle, patted him on the shoulder, and said to him "boy are you one shiny eggplant". My co-workers laughed and laughed, and the best part is that we did it the right way, without using offensive and, in my opinion, barbaric language.

Unfortunately, I have to cut this little blurb short, because otherwise I'll give away all the secrets that are in my book, which in case you didn't realize is for sale at Amazon.com. But I'd like to thank you fine folks for reading this far, and hopefully you all learned a little something.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Tuesday Quickies

In which we dispense quick, one-liner advice to people who stumbled on our site by searching various topics. We assume these people are subtly crying out for help, so we're here to provide some philanthropy.

To the guy who found us by searching "Celebrity Death Photos"
-Take a walk in the nearest park and enjoy the weather. Please leave any weaponry at home.

To the guy who found us by searching "I saw her underwear"
-Try to strike up a conversation with the next attractive woman you see in public. Family members and girls under the age of 14 do not count. Also, refrain from any unprovoked groping as much as possible.

To the guy who found us by searching "pee"
-Keep doing what you're doing. You're A-OK in our book.

To the guy who found us by searching "dogshiteating"
-Start writing your own blog IMMEDIATELY, and send us a link.

To the guy who found us by searching "lady forced to fuck"
-Go out, enjoy a riveting game of raquetball, have a health salad and a bottle of Dasani, and then go home and open up an artery.



Hope we could be of some help to you all!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Thanks, but no thanks

A recent conversation with someone offering their services to our site, for a small fee.

"Hey there Forced Entry! I'm Alan, a big fan of your site, and I wanted to help you guys out. I'm a photoshop expert, and I really want an outlet for my creativity. My current blog, Confessions of an Auto-Asphyxiate and Bed-Wetter, just isn't getting the hits I expected, and when I clicked on your sitemeter and saw the literal DOZENS of hits you guys get daily, I figured I should try to hitch my wagon to YOUR star."

FE: Okay, so what did you have in mind?

Alan: "I was thinking maybe I could show you some of my work, and you can decide if you'd have a place for it on your website. I charge very reasonable freelance prices, too."

FE: [checking watch] Um, okay, lets see some of the things you've got for us.

Alan: "Okay, how about this. It's sort of a work-in-progress, but you can probably get the overall feel for what I'm trying to portray."

[Shows us a picture of Heath Ledger naked and dead on his bed with an audience laughing in the background, and the caption reads "Dead Faggot"]

FE: Hmm, that might be a little harsh for our audience. We consider Heath Ledger a treasured actor and wouldn't want to hurt his legacy in any way, in light of his recent death.

Alan: "Okay, okay, I don't want to offend anyone, of course, of course. How about something a little more highbrow. Some political commentary maybe?"

FE: Sure, we've been trying to up the intelligence of this blog for quite some time now.

Alan: "Great! Oh shit, where are my political pictures? Lets see here....pedophilia, past girlfriends (recently deceased), porn (man-beast)--oops, went too far-- here it is, politics. Here's one I've been sitting on for a while."

[pulls out a picture of Princess Diana's funeral, with her son kicking over her casket and a caption reading: "Is this how a prince should behave?"]

FE: [whispering to each other]

Hmm, we're a little confused by what you're trying to say there. Also, the Princess Di issue is a little outdated, do you have anything more in tune with the current political atmosphere?

Alan: "Oh most definitely! I actually worked for a little bit on the Hillary campaign, pro-bono--but after the restraining order, I was thinking of switching sides and supporting McCain. I hate to show this to you, because I was hoping that I could use it at a crucial point in the general election to put McCain over the top in November. It's probably my greatest achievement--something that will really make the liberals take a long look at who they're voting into office and maybe scare some sense into them."

[Pulls out a picture of Obama biting a baby's neck, with the caption "Do we really want a n*gger president?]

FE: You know, we're actually pretty much over budget as it is right now, but we'll call you if we have any needs you might be able to help us with.

Alan: "But I didn't even give you my number! Hold on, DON'T WALK AWAY! I have my card somewhere here... Ah! Here it is!"

FE: Um, this is an official NAMBLA membership card.

Alan: "Yeah!"

[15 seconds of silence]

FE: [slowly backs away]

Alan: "Don't forget ol' Alan! For all your photoshop needs!"