Dumbasses come in all shapes, sizes, colors and nationalities. At any given moment, any one of God’s children could pull a serious dumbass maneuver. Dumbass does not discriminate. For example, thousands of formerly trusted and respected men of science, pulled a case of Mass Simultaneous Dumbass concerning the scam that is Glo-bull Warming. Professional Dumbass Watchers, such as yours truly, refer to this condition as MSD, or in the vernacular, stupid as hell. But enough of the technical talk.
For today’s Dumbass of the Day, we travel about 200 miles out my back door to Canada, or as it is sometimes called, Home of Hosers and Dumbasses. I don’t mean that in a bad way, one of my best friends, Kyle, is Canadian, but that says more about the quality, or lack thereof, of my friends than it does Canada. But, I digress.
Anyway, some dumbass Canuck scientists got a brilliant idea to study how red meat affects men. If I were a betting man, I would wager a month’s salary that funding for this dumbass meat study came either from the Provincial government or the Federal dumbasses in Ottawa. I’ll go one step further and speculate that it was not an insignificant amount of money. But, I could be wrong. Probably not, but I could be. McGill University is the proud home of these dumbass scientists and their dopey experiment. If I’m Canadian and this is a publicly funded university, I’d be pissed off and would seriously contemplate putting a severed moose head in the bed of the scientists involved in this sham.
I have an idea on how to do this experiment for the price of a couple of liters (a dumbass Canadian measure of volume) of gasoline, a steak and a beer. I am talking you, dumbass scientists! If you really want to know the effects of red meat on men, drive on over to your neighborhood Outback Steakhouse and order one 20oz. t-bone steak and tell two different men, without the knowledge of other, that the steak is for him. Then order a Molson’s and sit back and watch the effects of red meat on men as these two guys beat the hell out of each other over a t-bone. See how easy that is? And it cost less than fifty bucks! Dumbasses.
If you think I’m making this stuff up, here’s a link to the story. If you don’t want to click over to the story, I don’t blame you. Besides, it’s written in Canadian anyway. Eh?