Monthly Archives: August 2009

“Conrad Murray is innocent.”

“Conrad Murray is innocent.”
– Tubbo & Dubba Tubba, authors of this post.

Yeah, that’s right, we’re siding with the underdog for once in our life.  We’ve recently been reading news stories on this “Conrad Murray” person; Michael Jackson’s doctor who apparently prescribed MJ the drugs he overdosed on.  And guys?  The man is innocent.

Now, we’re no lawyers.  We don’t pretend to be lawyers unless you piss us off.  We’ve even been mistaken as illiterate Republicans despite the fact that we’re obviously Third Party.  But this story was chocked full of so much BS that one voice of logic could send the whole things spiraling down.  We hope to be that voice.  At the very least, we want to be the misinformed voice of stupidity that makes everyone else angry.  We’ll take either one.

First off, we’d like to say that if Conrad Murray is convicted of anything, it might was well be euthanasia, because Michael Jackson was definitely in on it.  We’re aren’t sure if Michael wanted to die or if he just wanted to get high (we thought about changing the previous sentence so it didn’t rhyme because of the seriousness of the topic, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to delete such awesomness), but we are sure that this wasn’t just a “wrong prescription” as some are claiming.  When you get the wrong medicine prescribed to you, you usually wind up with a headache.  Severe cases may cases cause vomiting and badass craps.  You very rarely die, unless the mistake is so tremendous that it practically had to be intentional.

Now, we’re not trying to make this out to be a conspiracy or anything (the Government didn’t kill MJ and aliens weren’t involved, we promise).  It’s simple; the public wants a scapegoat, so the Media gives them one.  Conrad Murray is the easiest target, and now he’s facing criminal charges.  If the cost of entertainment these days are a man’s life (he’ll likely be in jail for 4 years, but his record is pretty much screwed; we’ll be shot down by the Mafia overlord before this poor chump becomes a doctor again), we certainly don’t want to take part in it.

And if MJ was taking illegal drugs prescribed by this guy (which seems to be what the Media is saying)?  We think the charges should be the same; euthanasia.  If you ask us (which you are) and excuse our political incorrectness (we now we should wait a few years before turning on MJ-fans but this can’t wait that long), Michael Jackson got what he deserved.  Whether he was taking drugs to kill himself or just get high, he got what was coming to him for messing with them in the first place.  If he didn’t get the prescription from Conrad Murray (assuming that’s what they were for in the first place; they’re are so many uncertainties in this matter, no fair court could possibly convict anyone . . . ‘sept maybe a Texas court), he would have gotten them from someone else.  We believe Michael should be held accountable for his actions; they shouldn’t be blamed on a clearly innocent man.  And as Michael Jackson is dead, this game of “who-can-we-blame” should be forgotten, at least by the courts.

Even when you look at it beyond a moral standpoint, it’s still Michael who ordered the drugs, still Michael who took the drugs, and still Michael who is dead.  Let the matter die with him.



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Why bother bringing us dinner if you weren’t gonna bring us dessert?

We started a rumor around town that our mother/brother/uncle was dying of cancer/AIDS/fire (we don’t really remember, it was three whole days ago), and all of a sudden, we got a bunch of sympathy from . . . everyone. We have to admit, it caught us off-guard; we couldn’t figure out why they were trying so hard to be nice. It’s almost as if people felt bad for us. As if they had feelings. We doubt it though. Nobody does anything nice just for the sake of being nice, and if you don’t believe that, you’re probably a toddler that needs to cut back a bit on the crack. If someone does something nice for you, it’s either because a.) they want to be able to brag about it later, or b.) they feel guilty about something and think doing something nice will make them feel better. They don’t care about the person they’re actually doing something nice for, it’s all (indirectly) about them, no matter how nice they seem. And this goes for everyone, too. Oh sure, some people, religious types mostly, may claim they do nice things for you because they “like you,” or because they “wanted to help out,” but it’s obvious those are lies because no one likes you and anyone who wants to help you out has got way too much time on their hands.  Or maybe they’re just trying to compensate for some stupid crap they did as a kid by doing something “nice” (which is futile because they usually end up feeling guiltier then before they began and we still don’t feel any better about “our mother dying”).  Either way, they can go screw themselves because none of them really care about us or our mother, God bless her soul.  We guarantee that if we hadn’t lied and said our mother/sister/aunt was dying, they wouldn’t even glance our way.  Never to be nice, always to benefit themselves.   Some people still think people’s acts of kindness are products of “the goodness of their hearts?”  BAH!  There is no goodness . . . only hate, evil, and terror. Human sympathy died with Hitler in WW ll, and it isn’t coming back (good riddance, we say).  Satan rules this world now.  And we for one (two?) welcome our new Prince-of-darkness overlord.  Humans are scum. And the time for rectifying will soon arise . . . .

Anyway, one particularly guilt-ridden woman — we’ll call her Ms.  Gooch to protect her identity — came by our house one night with some tupperware filled with dinner.  It seems Ms. Gooch was so filled with guilt that she actually felt she needed to make us dinner.  Sucker!  If our mother really was dying of cancer, why would dinner make us feel better?  It would actually make things worse, likely reminding us of better dinners (Ms. Gooch was a terrible cook) our mother had made before she started “passing on” (we use “passing on” because apparently it’s more socially acceptable than saying “about to kick the crapper”).  Not so considerate now, are you Ms. Gooch?

We thought to ourselves, “hey, a free dinner.  Not bad, even if it does taste like crap.”  Our little game of lying to gain sympathy sounded like a great success and we planned on doing it again sometime soon.  But as we looked closer at the tupperware, we noticed something shocking; there was roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and two bowels of chicken noodle soup, but there wasn’t any dessert

Our faces instantly fell (no, they didn’t get chopped off by Ms. Gooch, it’s just an expression, idiot).  Ms.  Gooch asked us why, and hearing her cranky-witch voice only made us angrier, so we blurted out, “what the hell is this?  Is this some kinda twisted joke?  Don’t you realize our mother is freaking dying?!”  Ms. Gooch was confused, so we idiotified it: “didn’t you you make us dessert?  How are we supposed to eat this without dessert?”  Ms. Gooch started stuttering that she “didn’t know” and “must’ve forgotten,” but people who stutter piss us off, and we were already pissed off enough to kill someone, so we grabbed the dinner she made for us and threw it into her face (although we kept the chicken noodle; that stuff is damn good).  She started sobbing and began to run out of the house, but we tripped her as she reached the stairs.  She started to fall, but we don’t know what happened next because we had already slammed the door shut.

All in all, it was a pretty fruitful week.  We got some chicken noodle soup, and we haven’t heard from Ms. Gooch since the “incident.”  A neighbor mentioned something about needing surgery for a broken neck, but we haven’t gotten around to looking into it yet.  Super Mario comes first.

“Whoa!  Amazing!  After receiving this crappy dinner, we totally feel alright with our mum dying!”


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What do we really look like?

We’ve been getting emails asking, “what do you guys really look like?” enough to actually justify putting the question in our FAQ.  We were hesitant, at first, to post a real picture of us, mostly because it would make people jealous.  But then we remembered that we love making people jealous.  Other interests include making people unhappy, making people insecure, and making people angry.

 So today, as a rare treat, we’ll be posting a real picture of Dubba Tubba (maybe we’ll post one of Tubbo next time).

“Anyone wanna arm wrestle?” 

Yeah, we work out.  Sometimes.  Dubba Tubba’s triceps aren’t quite where he wants them, but you get the idea.

UPDATE – After posting this picture, hatemail has decreased by around 75%.  We should do this more often.


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Crappy blog ideas.

Lately, WordPress blogs seem to be overrun with crappy trends and ill-thought-out ideas that make you wonder were any of these thought up by a mental-ward resident? The answer is likely “yes,” but the trends continue regardless, which makes you wonder are the people following these trends mental-ward residents? Again, the answer is almost certainly “yes,” but that isn’t the point here. The point is most all these ideas are crappy. Crap straight out of the Asian’s mouth. Yeah, we went there. Read the following if you want the poopiest ideas for your blog ever invented, because we’re just that mature.

  • Ratings.

One of the particularly crappy trends is the Rating function WordPress Support recently added. Using this, bloggers allow their viewers to rate their posts using a 1-5 star system, not unlike that of YouTube.

We’ve refused to use or enable this feature, not because we’re afraid we’ll get 1 star reviews; in fact, it’s quite the opposite. If we were to enable this feature, our blog would become flooded with five star ratings, to the point where every single one of our posts would have a perfect 5 stars. This would discourage fans from making their own blogs, because they’d think they would “never be as good as the Tubbo twins.” And we say good riddance to them, it’s obviously true.

Okay, we kinda ruined it there. We had a great Sob Story going there, and we trashed it all for a quick jab at our viewers. Crap. Most people would know that’s not true anyway, so oh well. We wouldn’t get five star reviews, and we couldn’t care less. But we do have a good reason for not using the Rating system; we don’t need you to rate us. To be completely honest, we don’t even want you to rate us. We don’t need some lowlife tween’s five star rating to sleep at night. You want the truth? We think we’re better than you. Happy? You aren’t gonna kill yourself, are you? We honestly think we’re worth more than you. It might be our ego, it might be the truth, but we believe we are superior. We don’t need your approval because it doesn’t matter to us. If we had built this blog with the intentions of garnering approval and pleasing the public, we wouldn’t have made enemies with bigger, more popular blogs, and we wouldn’t have written about such experiences. Controversy isn’t generally praised with a “Let’s-Make-Tubbo-President” status, yet we continue to write controversial material. Why do you think that is? Maybe because we don’t give a crap what you think? Maybe because we know we’re better than people who complain about controversy and truth? Ratings would contradict everything we’ve stood for here at the Tubbo Site, and we’re not gonna throw it all away just to make the viewers feel like they’re doing something constructive by giving a particularly controversial post one star (because they’re not). And to all the people who do rate blogs with one star; screw you. The owner of that blog is worth twice what you are, because he’s doing something with his life, even if it is blogging. It’s more than what could be said for you. So yeah, um, up yours.

We’ve generated more hate than love in the three years that we’ve had this blog, and we’re damn proud of it. Bully for the messed up rating system and all it’s users, because your opinions on something we do in our spare time are worthless. Our blog is our blog, it belongs to us, and we write for ourselves. No one else, not you, not our dog, not even old Bill McGraw down the way, God bless him. This is completely for our pleasure. If we give a few people looking for angry rants a good read, hey, that’s great, but if all we do is piss people off, hey, that’s even better. That’s right, to all you people getting ready to shoot us a hatemail at this very moment; Hahahahahaha! The jokes on you, tard-faced losers. All you’re doing is proving that we’re right (and we are right, it says so on our homepage). So you know what? Screw the rating system, screw the haters, and screw you, too.

  • Music players.

And now for something completely different . . . Let’s put the self-liberation and feel good crap (above) aside for a minute. It’s time to talk about music players. No, we’re not talking about the over-priced and wrongly-hyped iPod by Apple (but we do hate those things, that might be a good idea for another rant-post). We’re talking about when bloggers think they’re being innovative (when all they’re actually being is retarded) by putting an HTML code for playing music (called MixPlayers) into their blog. Example below:

If you are gonna put a music player in your blog, here’s a bit of advice; DON’T HAVE THE MUSIC PLAY AUTOMATICALLY. That pisses us off more than anything (more than telemarketers and nuclear war combined), and for good reason. Many times we’ve damn near crapped ourselves when we come to a blog, unaware that we’re about to be blasted with music (we accidentally leave the volume all the way up on occasion). We’ve visited blogs before, at school when we’re supposed to be working (shh, don’t tell), and then this music blares out of the computer because some IDIOT decides that their blog should play that new Britney Spears song whenever it’s loaded. What the hell?! That’s a terrible freaking idea, a 2-year-old coulda told you that. Thanks idiot, now we have detention (and a heart-attack), and it’s all your fault. And you still think you should have your music play automatically? Anyone who thinks this is a good idea doesn’t deserve to breath, let alone host a blog! If you’re gonna put a music player into your blog, that’s a stupid idea. If you’re gonna have the music play automatically, that’s an even stupider idea; get ready for some justified hatemail from us, because that’s one of our thousands of pet peeves (and it’s near the top).

Another bit of advice if you’re gonna be a jerk and have everyone stop visiting your blog because of one poor idea; try putting a song that everyone enjoys on your player. Can’t think of any? That’s probably because no two people have the same taste in music! And no, not everyone likes that obnoxious new “BOOM POW” song by the Black Eyed Peas (or whatever it’s called, we have more important things to do than listen to rap-pop, like collecting dust bunnies for our collection). Personally, we leap from the car whenever that song pops up on the radio, whether we’re pulling out of the driveway, or speeding on a highway.

“Oh hai, we’d da Black Eyed Peas and we can’t not think of ‘ny good lyrics fo our new song so we’s just gonna scream BOOM BOOM POW! over n over like goddamn diabetic kids playing Power Rangers!!” No, just turn it off. Your taste in music sucks, why prove it by putting this on your music player?

We can hear the emails coming already: “But Tubbos, what if I have a wide range of music on my player so everyone hears something they like?” We’ve got an even better idea; how about you get rid of the music player instead, and let people listen to what they like from their own computer, you tool?! Most people are capable of booting up iTunes, they don’t need help from your pussy blog. If viewers want to listen to music, they’ll do it on there own. If they don’t want to listen to music, they aren’t gonna, and having your crappy music forced onto them every time they try to visit your blog isn’t gonna make them happy, it’s just gonna piss them off.

Our favorite type of music is Norwegian death metal and doom thrash. How often do you think we hear a song we like on a blog’s music player? Not very often. We’d rather hear silence, no, we’d rather have our ears gnawed off by cats than suffer through another top-40 chart topper. We’ve seriously stopped going to blogs we used to enjoy going to because we can’t stand the music they’ve started playing. So unless you can find a song that is universally loved (hint, it starts with an N and ends with an OTHING), turn the player off auto-play, or better yet, just ditch the player altogether, or better yet, delete the blog and shoot yourself in the head. Please.

We think features like these are thought up just to make people like us angry.

  • Fancy CSS, JavaScript, or Flash.

If you’re thinking about getting a blog, there are three things it can definitely do without; Fancy CSS, JavaScript, and Flash. Used to “bright up” a blog and it’s interface, usually using these do more harm than good.

Now, we’re “slightly” biased towards things like Flash and JavaScript, partly because we never figured out how to use them and partly because we’ve witnessed seizures at the hands terribly done CSS, but we can still speak for most when we say that too much CSS/JavaScript/Flash is too damn much. Notice how we say too much, not all. That’s because, when done right and used sparingly, things like CSS can actually be kinda cool. We’ve actually been thinking about switching to payed upgrade to enable CSS for a while now. But if we do get it, you can be sure our blog isn’t gonna become one of those flashy, unnavigable, epileptic hells that you see all over WordPress lately.

And again, we can already here the emails coming: “But Tubbos, I like doing CSS and it’s kinda like a hobby lol.” We have one thing to say to you: SHUDDUP! You’re a nerd, you enjoy writing code, so kindly shut the hell up while the grown-ups talk.

If you have any skill at writing (even skills equal to that of a toddler; basically if you can spell “red”), you’ll never have to resort to using overdone CSS. Unfortunately, it’s those that don’t have good content who choose to use CSS. We’re tired of seeing content-less blogs on WordPress’s front page just because of some crappy Flash. That reminds us; if you have to use Flash — and you shouldn’t ever “have” to use Flash — for the love of God don’t use it as a Flash intro page. It’s the biggest audience killer ever (not that blogs using Flash deserve an audience). When will people wake up and realize the blog sucks? Whoopee, you learned how to copy’n’paste code into a text box! Now learn to how string words to make a comprehensible sentence, then we’ll talk. It’s not the gimmicky CSS, the bright colours, or the animations that matter; it’s the content! You can usually tell if a blog is any good just by looking at the interface, which we’ve gotten quite good at; a sharply tuned BS radar keeps you away from crappy JavaScript-dependent blogs. Basically, ask yourself, does it use a lot of fancy CSS? If yes, there’s a 95% chance the owner is using the CSS to cover up his poor writing. If no, the blog still probably sucks, but at least the owner doesn’t try to hide it. We respect honesty in talentless hacks.

Blog owners using CSS, we’ve got a message to you, BS-Express: pull your head out of your ass, go back to school, and try blogging again once you pass 2nd grade. If there isn’t anything worth reading, what’s the point of even visiting the blog?! When was the last time any of you visited a blog with the sole purpose of admiring the amazing Header (although our Header is quite amazing, so it’s only a matter of time) or the “nefty” GIF animations? That’s not why we anyone visits blogs. We everyone visits blogs to read something interesting, and there has never been an interesting blog that feels the need to use JavaScript. If it was interesting, it would be able to stand on it’s own with support from it’s Flash AIDS. We’ll praise CSS and Flash on their own terms, but NOT when they get in the way of the blog.

Want an example of one the worst-designed blogs, ever? Click here (new window); we discovered it during our time at Legoless’s Blog. It’s laughably bad, and by “laughably bad” we mean we started twitching uncontrollably after visiting it just once.


That’s all we’ve got for you, although crappy ideas for blogs spring up almost daily. Keep on the look out for crap-blogs, and don’t fall for any of their tricks. Or else we’ll kill you.


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Lyrics to Tourette’s (Nirvana)

In our latest post, we decided to contribute a bit to online dictionaries because Urban Dictionary, for lack of a better word, sucks (just kidding, there’s never been a more awesome word).  Today, we’re contributing to online lyrical meanings and analysis’.  One song that always puzzled us was “Tourette’s” by Nirvana.  We’ve looked it up a few times on Google searching for correct lyrics and interpretations, but they all contradicted each other.  For lack of a better word, they sucked.  If you don’t know for certain what a song’s lyrics are, what are you doing posting them for potentially millions to see?  We see misprinted lyrics every day; the Government should forget about Iran (that place was lame in the first place; it didn’t have an arcade and the food was subpar; we say let the terrorists have the freaking hellhole) and concentrate on saving the thousands of disturbed lyrics being misinterpreted on a daily basis.  Honestly, why would anyone post lyrics that they aren’t sure they have correct?  What is so hard about this?!  Do these sickos just enjoy being cussed out by fans (which is what we do whenever we see wrong lyrics posted) or are they so moronic that they can’t understand human speech when it’s being screamed into their head through headphones?  How does anyone sincerely get lyrics to basic rock songs wrong?  Where the hell’s our coffee?  Our only conclusion is the people posting incorrect lyrics enjoy the attention, negative as it is, which brings us back to the “idiot theory.”  Oh well, we’re fine with that, as long as we get to swear at them.

Back to Nirvana; we’re big fans, so we know this song backwards and forwards and we clearly know the lyrics for certain.  Sometimes we scream this song out the car window.  We get funny looks once in a while, but that’s not the point; the point is . . . nevermind, we forgot it.  Just look at the lyrics, okay?

Tourette’s by Nirvana

Byejfd jgfhd fhhg by ffiiddus
Byejfd jgfhd conffuf by ffiddus
Byejfd jgfhd fhhg by ffiiddus
Byejfd jgfhd conffuf by ffiddus

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey hey hey hey!

Dhfgjkdg dgggd by ffiddus
JgfzjkdddiyuiIHJ ddddd by fiddus
Dhfgjkdg dgggd by ffiddus
JGfzjkdddiyuiIHJ ddddd by fiddus

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey hey hey hey!

Ghfjkdhgg haahagfgfghfggghghghghghghghghghvgn
JgfzjkdddiyuiIhj ddddd by fiddus
Dhfgjkdg dgggd by ffiddus

C’mon fdh . . . C’mon . . . C’mon . . .


Kurt Cobain, Nirvana’s singer/songwriter, has tourettes.

Don’t know/recegonize the song from the lyrics alone?  Where’ve you been?  Check the seizure-induced song here (opens new window).


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Urban Dictionary defined.

We were checking out a website called to look up a certain basic word everyone should know (“antidisestablishmentarianism”), when we made a shocking discovery; Urban Dictionary sucks.  Not in a small, uncertain, barely-noticeable suck like you may think, but a harsh, gasping SUUUCK.  Urban Dictionary is a website so derived of humor that it’s been called “Tubbo’s polar opposite” by a man who will, ahem, remain nameless.  If you’re looking for the funny and exiting definition of a childish and juvenile word, “fart” for example, you have a better chance at laughs by grabbing your Webster dictionary and looking it up there.  Urban Dictionary is about as entertaining as throwing rocks at birds, which sounds awesome, but the damn birds fly away before the rock even hits them!  And Urban Dictionary passes up the oppurtonity to stone birds by making a lame website.  Just as the birds fly away at the smallest sign of a rock, Urban Dictionary takes flight the second a joke threatens to break the monotony (meaning Urban Dictionary blocks it).  For shame!

We decided the Internet needed a good online dictionary and thesauruses ( sucks almost as badly as Urban Dictionary), so we thought to ourselves, “who would make the best candidates for writing an online dictionary?”  Then it came to us; ourselves!  For the good of the Internet, we’ve made a mini-dictionary right here on the Tubbo site.  You can thank us through donations; sure, PayPal works, but for maximum convenience, you can just email us your credit card number and you’re good to go.  One major difference between our site and Urban Dictionary is how we’re not letting our viewers take over by making their own definitions; we know you guys are talentless, and we accept it.  We’ll be handling all the writing and the creativity, because we’re awesome like that.  And to get this study-buddy party going (to think, we make things like literary fun and acceptable), we’ll define . . .

Urban Dictionary:

A crappy website with crappy users and a crappy interface.  They define crappy as “something of shoddy quality.”  We define it as “Urban Dictionary.”

We’ve been boycotting Urban Dictionary ever since its begun running itself into the ground; users make the worst definitions, mistaking the site for a place to whine about drivel, losers, and politics (a dirty harry is NOT a politician, shut the hell up!).  If you type in “jfffksjdhgiohdfa” into Urban Dictionary (we slammed our fist on the keyboard three times and that’s what came up; damn, now our keyboards broke . . . thanks a lot, Urban Dictionary), we guarantee something sexual (and, uh, likely crappy) will come up.

For the record, we’ve made one definition on Urban Dictionary, not that it deserved our genius to grace it’s site anyway, and that was the definition of “Tubbo.”  Urban Dictionary decided it couldn’t handle the awesomness of our definition and deleted it.  Their loss.

Idiot – “Dude, check out this website I made!”
Cool Man Luke – “Dude, that website is such an Urban Dictionary.”


Pull A Sssaam:

1.) To get away with theft, plagiarism, and/or murder & 2.) to be followed or admired as a God by simple minded tweens despite idiocy and lack of talent at life.

1.) Idiot – “Awesome, I just robbed a bank, stole an amazing idea for a widget, and ran my Grandma over — and I got away with it all.”
Cool Man Luke – “Screw you, fag, you’re totally pulling a Sssaam.

2.) Idiot – “OMG, I love Miley Cyrus!”
Cool Man Luke – “Yeah right, she’s pulling a Sssaam.”



Own (e.g. to annihilate), past tense.  Losers and nerds spell “own” (past tense) as “owned,” and technically that’s grammatically correct, but these days, is it cool to be grammatically correct?  Hell freakin’ no!  These days, it’s cool to be spellin’ words weirded out yo, and the ‘ing’ thin’?   That’s stupid.  It’s cooler to take off the “g” and replace with an apostrophe ‘.  Walkin’, talkin’, lockin’, all without a “g!”  How ballin’ is that?

Oh, and ownded is just as cool as droppin’ the “g”, so quit being a retard and saying “owned,” it sucks.

Idiot – “Haha, Sssaam owned that froob Tubbo.” 
Cool Man Luke – “Wow, you really are an idiot, aren’t you?  One, it’s ‘ownded’, and two, Sssaam was ownded by Tubbo.”
Idiot – “Sorry master.”
Cool Man Luke – “Shuddup.”



A word used by the tragically unhip to describe what’s cool or what’s in (“ownded,” for example, is “in”).  If you have ever used to the word “hip” to describe coolness, you know for certain that you are not hip, in any sense of the word.

Far cooler synonyms:

With it, groovy, 79in’, crazy, in the know, sound.


It’s acceptable to use “hip” if you end it with “. . . to the jive”.  Example: “those gangstas are so hip to the jive.”

Idiot – “Look at those gangstas over there!  They’re so hip!”
Cool Man Luke – “…To the jive?”
Idiot – “Huh?  I said they were hip!”
Cool Man Luke – “You’ll never be with it . . .”



An insult intended to be used on scensters, cool-cats, and all that is “emo.”  Pronounced “scene-tacular,” only with emphasis on the “tacky” part.  All it means is that scene kids (or basically anything you think sucks) are tacky, or more accurately, totally screwed up.  Use it when someone thinks they’re being stylish or trendy, but their actually just making douches of themselves.

Idiot – “Like these new tight jeans I bought at Hot Topic?”
Cool Man Luke – “Sure, they’re scene-tacky-lar.”

That’s about it.  Unlike Urban Dictionary, we don’t need 17 billion definitions to be happy.  Maybe we’ll update this page in the future, but don’t count on it.  You’d better bookmark it a few times anyway, just to be safe.  If you need more insults or quotes, click here (new window) for and oldie-but-goodie Tubbo post.


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