Winter is leaving?

Yes. We have exchanged cash with each other, asked the least drunk friend to be Santa and eaten turkey, meatballs and sausages for the last time in months(easter has, for a strange reason, the same food as christmas on the table here in Sweden).

Sure I like Christmas as the next guy but you can´t get the spirit like when you were young. The snow is not as white, the christmas tree is not as thick and the music is not as melting as before. I think I´ll soon be in a phase when it has stopped to be fun for myself and the coming years is about the joy of other younger family members.

The first sign of this is that it´s more fun to give away presents. I´m sure that it has to be about me getting older and if I was getting happy for a new children's toy I would be a psycho. The second sign is that you think "let´s give the small ones a happy memory" an forget about us elder. Unfortunately, I´m not there yet. 

Sorry kids. 

Disney is porn.

I love Christmas times with all the animated movies and cartoons. It´s good that it is friendly for the kids too:

Mickey and a "shoulder".

Alright Disney.

The Hills of Tits in Lion King.

"Ok, Dickhead."

Toys watching a BJ.

Britain´s nicest asshole.

26-year-old Luke Cameron from Great Britain does a good deed every day for an entire year, and he says that the exercise has completely transformed his life. He made the vow when a close friend died from cancer last year, and since then, he has been doing at least one nice thing every single day. He estimates that he has spent close to $4,700 on good deeds in the past year.

“In a world of taking selfies with your besties and Instagramming pictures of your new handbag and Rolex watch, we forget to think about anyone else but ourselves. Our generation has forgotten to care about others, because we are too self-obsessed to even care what others are going through.”

Follow his journey on TheGoodDeedDiary.com, where he documents every good deed he does.

I used to think I was a nice guy. Then I read this. Thanks a lot asshole.

OCD.

I believe everybody suffers from OCD(obsessive compulsive disorder) in a way. I myself is a bit symmetric obsessive (yes, that´s a made up version of OCD).

I think it´s strange why people put up paintings on theirs walls like they were in a hurry. Just throwing them up like "fuck it, at least we have something on the walls!".

Following pictures made my eye itch and brain explode:

I would drive my self crazy taking a crap watching this.

"No grandma, you drunk."

Sewer maintenance workers are assholes.

"Fun stuff Picasso, now pack your things."

Words is not enough.

"I´d like to place the painting when I´m drunk and the wall must have the color of my pee when I´m hungover.

Shithead.

Hashtag.

My first blogpost was written and it was exactly like I lost my virginity. On the internet. Typing.

If you haven´t already seen it I´ve created a twitter account where you can follow my crazy journey to blogger stardom, twitter.com/mgdymath.
It´s quite embarrassing how I actually tried to get RT:s of the hashtag #WorstDateIn5Words. Disgusting to be honest.

To have a twitter account with no followers is like writing a letter to a blind friend. But it´s ok. For now..

- MATH

Aawwright.

"Start blogging in 2014, almost 2015. Yeah right. That´ll work."

I KNOW that´s your first reaction when you stumbled upon my blog. Except for "what´s this shit?" of course. I going to tell you what this is about, take it easy.

It´s my blog. I´m going to fill this blog with stupid content that I think is funny.

But first. Who am I?

I´m a swedish guy in the that age when you can´t make jokes about ugly pain in the ass infants because your older friends has them. And I have a dog. I´m currently out of work and got some spare time to do this. I hope you´ll like it. And the answer is no, not Switzerland. That´s where you eat chocolate and hide your money after robing a bank. Sweden is that cold place up north with IKEA and Abba.

The ugliest map I could find pointing out where Sweden is.

- MATH