i was once a fool to be pittied.

it’s true. you see, i should have jumped on the “ate my balls” fad when i had the chance. originally i thought, “why is this funny? it’s really poorly done. mr. t isn’t funny anymore.”

well, that idiot-me from the past was an idiot. mr. t is always funny as a reference. he’s the gold-chained gift that, somehow, keeps on giving. more importantly, “ate my balls” was pretty much the first major viral internet comedy-thing. before all your base and yatta, there were people across the country photoshopping word bubbles onto pictures, and putting the word balls in there somewhere.

yes, hindsight is 20/20. and yes, “ate my balls” does not really hold up like the star wars kid or more cowbell (i’m as likely to buy a “more cowbell” t-shirts now than when the sketch first aired). but it would be like an archeologist looking at cave drawings and going, “what’s the point? why are they doing this? they should take some art lessons — zing!” well, the zing is on you, archeologist metaphore version of me. because people are making sucky things all the time now, as sucky as “ate your balls,” and they’re catching on like crazy. and you sit at home with your sadness as company.

so, as much as i hate lonelygirl15, at least now i understand why she’s important. she should eat my balls, however.