I’m no longer unemployed! This blog kind of veered away from straight up unemployed stories, but I still don’t feel right posting under this tittle/url. What’s to come is unknown, maybe something about loving NYC and living in Philly.
Gilbert Arenas is a professional basketball player. A professional basketball player who sometimes isn’t allowed to play professional basketball because he occasionally brings loaded guns into his professional basketball player locker room and points said loaded guns at his professional basketball player teammates.
In short, Gilbert Arenas is a complete lunatic. And, like most lunatics, he’s on Twitter.
Gilbert Arenas spends a lot of his time on Twitter giving shoes away to his followers and writing horrible things about women. If you look at Gilbert Arenas’ twitter stream today, you’ll notice it appears that he’s only written one tweet. He hasn’t. He’s written so many tweets. But as of this morning, all but one have disappeared.
My guess is, Gilbert got a call from his agent sometime this weekend, who said, “Hey Gil, would you mind deleting that tweet you wrote about how you kick women out of your bed when you’re done having sex with them? And the other one about how you want those women to drive themselves home after you’re done having sex with them, even if they might be drunk, because you’re too busy sleeping alone in your king size bed? Oh, and also the one about the box of stolen female toiletries you keep in your bathroom? Actually… just delete all the tweets you’ve ever written ever. Is that cool? Thanks, buddy.”
Gilbert Arenas likes to remind his followers that he’s a comedian. If you’re offended by his words, then you are stupid and can’t take a joke. I understand that sentiment 100%. The thing is, I’m pretty sure Gilbert Arenas is not a comedian. I may be wrong, but I don’t think he’s ever actually gotten up on a stage and told jokes. If he is a comedian, he’s a comedian the same way I’m a basketball player. Meaning, I’m a terrible basketball player. (Currently, there is only one professional basketball player/comedian and his name is Ron ArtestMetta World Peace.)
One thing I definitely have in common with Gilbert Arenas (besides all the sex stuff!!!) is we both like to switch up our Twitter profile pictures on a frequent basis. My gimmick is to photoshop my head ontootherpeople’stwitterprofilepictures. Gilbert Arenas, on the other hand, prefers to go with jokey images he finds online. You know, the kind of .jpegs you’d see posted on sexually aggressive message boards or something.
Anyway, for the last couple months, I’ve been saving all of Gilbert Arenas’ twitter profile pictures in a folder on my computer desktop called “Fucked Up Gilbert Arenas Profile Pictures.” (I was considering making this its own tumblr, but fuckedupgilbertarenasprofilepictures.tumblr.com is a bit clunky.) So here they are…
“Why do hot dogs come ten in a pack and buns only eight in a pack? There are two buns missing!”—if anyone can guess where this comes from I will be super impressed. I will give you a prize (prize tbd).