Why would a man hate on a cute, friendly, and well-meaning customer service girl? Well they send men confusing signals which potentially leads to misunderstanding, embarrassment and worst of all – reminders that we’re losers. As we all know, men expect pretty girls to be mean, judgmental witches that don’t smile. Blame it on the defense mechanism that most pretty girls have when a guy gawks at them, you lot get all serious and evasive, so men come up believing that part of the pretty girl package is to have a permanent scowl on the face accompanied by a bit of attitude. But here you have this customer service hawte breaking the rules, she’s smiling, being all good at her job and polite, so we think: “What’s your deal anyway? What’s a man really to think!? Are you trying to earn extra tips? Wait… but you don’t take tips so… oh I know, you probably… [Read more]

On its surface intramural sports for grown men seems like the perfect opportunity to get in shape, bond with a couple guys and praise the gods with the spirit of competition. Well it may be these things if you play in a league of friends who all know and respect one another but for the standard leagues that you will join it is not. My experience with intramural sports having done it for both basketball and football is that there are 3 types of people who come out to play against you. The first is the dad who wants an excuse to run around in hopes of losing his beer gut, the second is the ex-athlete that misses the game and the third (who ruins It for every one) is the never-was, the once-was or the wannabe. This third player is a guy who is either disillusioned that anyone outside of his screaming wife cares… [Read more]

I deal with this guy every day. He has a fast car. He wants to get where he’s going really quickly but he makes the dumbest decisions. He switches lanes when his lane slows down even though the reason behind his lane slowing down is someone 5 cars ahead turning into a plaza. He doesn’t pay attention to the fact that there is an old man frequently stopping in the other lane but because he isn’t thinking, he switches into that lane and get hitched up. While comical to watch this jackass swerve back and forth between lanes 40 odd times behind you, it’s even funnier when he does pass your car and you end up passing him a few minutes later because he’s jammed up behind some knot of traffic. When you cannot read traffic properly while diving it doesn’t matter how fast or how slow your car is. You will end up being… [Read more]

Every so often Hollywood will squat down, take a huge dump and put it on screen as an American martial arts movie. Normally these feature a good looking white or black dude whooping ass, banging Asian chicks and saying cute one-liners. Although onscreen everyone fears the man, the audience as a whole is so sobered to this cliche that we almost laugh at him. Now we all know life imitates art (or vice versa) so the “coolness” of being a badass fantasy fighter has spawned a few McDojos (as I like to call them, since their schools are probably as false as they are) who aim to impress the ignorant on their skills. Okay, I swear – the next pasty, fat, blowhard that comes up to me and lies about his martial arts accolades will probably have to cover his face as I literally explode out of frustration. I understand that in this age of… [Read more]

Go to any image section that allows comments (as you have noticed The Hall of The Black Dragon no longer allows commenting on our galleries) and you will find random, anonymous haters spewing their vitriol on the subject’s body. We get it anonymous woman, you don’t look, nor will ever look, anything like the person in the picture so to make yourself feel better you rage post. It’s as clockwork as the assholes who jump on a blog to use the “I’m just playing devil’s advocate” argument whenever they see too many compliments, is it trolling? I’m not sure if it is, but being that you are pretty anonymous online and tend to rifle off the most jacked up drivel, most of which you would never say to people in person, I’m gonna say it is. What I do know for sure though is that it’s the norm for women to hate on each other… [Read more]

Okay, before you disregard me as the average, ignorant about the system, individual who sees every Network Marketing opportunity as a “pyramid scheme” and a sucker’s pitfall, I will preface by saying I have known enough people who have profited from them to think differently. One thing about Network Marketing schemes is that a great salesperson who follows the guidelines to profit from them can make good money and generate passive income from them. The problem with Network Marketing systems however is the average Joe who wants to get rich quick and is gullible enough to give money to a system that he/she neither understands nor wants to is the main target. Everyone (unless you are lucky) has fallen victim to the friend or family member who has found THE OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME and has to sell it you. The problem most of the time is it’s something that you don’t need, won’t need… [Read more]

My neighbors barely know me, I come and go without making friendly and I rarely hang out in the neighborhood outside of checking the mail and getting into my car. This has spawned a few weird questions when I do run into them, one in particular who just had to know what I did for a living. Now I don’t feign ignorance in knowing that people like to know their neighbors to be sure that they don’t have Al Capone or Tony Montana living next door but why is it always the same story with the people who engage in the nosiness. I won’t get into demographics but you know these people as well as I do, they are accurately depicted in movies and TV shows alike. One of my favorite depictions was on the X-Files when Molder and Scully moved into a new neighborhood together to pose as a newly-wed couple. You had the… [Read more]

Is there anything more pathetic than a guy who has to have the attention of every other dude in a gym? Anybody that has worked out for a considerable amount of time has experienced this phenomenon. First you have the juicers who try to actually strip down to workout… I guess they need to air out the pores or something I dunno. Then you have the guys who (typically aren’t that big) who want the entire gym to know what they’re doing. These guys are always talking to someone really loudly about their workout, cause you know the music is THAT loud, that they have to shout it out to the world. They slam the weights, scream out battlecries and stare at anyone who gives them the time of day. Mr. Loud Weightlifter Guy we hate you. We really do and before you start imagining me as some mouth breathing nerd-rager, I should clarify that… [Read more]