Ballsy mother fuckers, get a fucking clue.
All I have to say to you,the truth.
I don't have a Facebook account.
If you want to ask me about my internet habits, it's another Fuck you, I don't have any.
Y'all are crossing the line by asking and I will be Goddamed if I am going to give you a fucking thing.
Not my Email address, not the name of my Blog, it doesn't exist and if I know how to use a computer, yes, I do.
None of your fucking business what I do.
It still pisses me off to no end that I have to be subjected to random drug testing thanks to Saint Ronny and his fucked up Supreme court telling me I can expect to have limited expectations of freedom because I work in an industry that has to do with public transportation.
This horseshit of asking to go around and demand to peruse your social life on the internet is a direct violation of my fourth amendment and sixth amendment rights.
The fucking cocksuckers who think they can do this because it is a private business can find the business end of my dick at the business end of where they swallow.
If I can perform the duties required to accomplish the needs of your business at the required time, on time, put up with the usual bullshit of inter office politics and do it safely and still not choke the living shit out of the inevitable corporate suck up should be enough for you.
I keep seeing people say they have to because they need the work to feed their family.
Feeding your family is paramount, handing over your soul to do it is beyond the pale.
These fucking people should be excoriated publicly at every opportunity and humiliated for thinking that they own the impunity to have the ability to hire and fire someone for their personal thoughts that have absolutely nothing to do with job performance.
I see Facebook just went after said assholes, like Facebook means shit to me but good for them.
I kept getting Emails about some fucking Farmville thing too.
WTF? I know what it is but forty and fifty year old friends sending me emails for that shit was kind of creepy.
Naked wimmins I can deal with but I could give a shit if your imaginary turnip farm needs me to send you a truck load of imaginary cow shit.
Really?
I'm telling ya, this country has gone socially retarded at light speed in the last ten years.
Then, we can talk politics...
Invasive vaginal radiation pictures being mandatory if a lady wants to terminate a pregnancy by some indeterminate fucking physician who probably has more patients with more medically pressing needs and who is trying to deal with the already outrageous demands of the insane clown posse of the Republican parties blitzkrieg Medical kamikaze progrom on Medicaid.
I'm telling ya, their are several republicans, who were elected by a majority of ignorant motherfuckers who need a serious elbow to the jaw.
Beyond ridiculous some of the shit I see every day.
Showing posts with label Irritating Shit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irritating Shit. Show all posts
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
That Didn't Take Long
The same day I shut off that horrible word verification they were back.
I will have to admit that word verification seems to be quite the deterrent to those fuckers but Google HAS to come up with something a lot more user friendly.
The thing that kills me about those asshole spammers is that they tend to target older posts like I ain't going to notice and the chances of anyone else seeing them approaches zero.
Nobody goes through my archives except me and more often than not, I can't even find what I am looking for.
In the mean time, into purgatory they go, every one that I find.
Just once, I would like to meet some jerk who proudly claims he is a spammer face to face.
I'm sure my knuckles would heal eventually.
Miserable sonsabitches need a case of the hives in their crotch and their fucking teeth knocked out so they have to suck soup through a straw for a month.
I will have to admit that word verification seems to be quite the deterrent to those fuckers but Google HAS to come up with something a lot more user friendly.
The thing that kills me about those asshole spammers is that they tend to target older posts like I ain't going to notice and the chances of anyone else seeing them approaches zero.
Nobody goes through my archives except me and more often than not, I can't even find what I am looking for.
In the mean time, into purgatory they go, every one that I find.
Just once, I would like to meet some jerk who proudly claims he is a spammer face to face.
I'm sure my knuckles would heal eventually.
Miserable sonsabitches need a case of the hives in their crotch and their fucking teeth knocked out so they have to suck soup through a straw for a month.
Friday, January 06, 2012
Drama
As if there isn't enough in real life, the wife likes to watch soap operas, just for fun, my Dad watches the same ones she does.
I know enough Drama Queens personally that all I have to do is pick up the phone and I can skip an entire season after a fifteen minute phone call, seriously.
Apparently, there is a 24 hour Soap Opera channel I was blissfully unaware of until recently.
Even worse, there are people on some of these soaps I even recognize from decades ago.
Some have aged well, some look like road kill.
Some are little punk assed kids who couldn't act their way out of a wet paper bag too.
To each their own I suppose but I would rather watch the Food Channel, or paint dry.
The wife stays up until one or later in the morning watching this crap.
Thankfully, I tend to fall asleep in my chair long before that.
The thing with Soaps is that you can quit watching them for six months and come back and not miss a fucking thing.
They drag shit out to the point of absurdity.
I remember twenty five years ago, there was a wedding on one of those sonsabitches that took a year and a half before there was a kiss and the honeymoon took another six months.
That was when I had my lower back fused in a five hour operation and was bed ridden for several months and went stir crazy with nothing to do.
Yeah, I had nothing better to do and that was all that was on all fucking day.
Even Oprah wasn't around back then.
I still hate that fucker Victor and that bastard is still around after all these years.
Some things never change.
You go dude.
I know enough Drama Queens personally that all I have to do is pick up the phone and I can skip an entire season after a fifteen minute phone call, seriously.
Apparently, there is a 24 hour Soap Opera channel I was blissfully unaware of until recently.
Even worse, there are people on some of these soaps I even recognize from decades ago.
Some have aged well, some look like road kill.
Some are little punk assed kids who couldn't act their way out of a wet paper bag too.
To each their own I suppose but I would rather watch the Food Channel, or paint dry.
The wife stays up until one or later in the morning watching this crap.
Thankfully, I tend to fall asleep in my chair long before that.
The thing with Soaps is that you can quit watching them for six months and come back and not miss a fucking thing.
They drag shit out to the point of absurdity.
I remember twenty five years ago, there was a wedding on one of those sonsabitches that took a year and a half before there was a kiss and the honeymoon took another six months.
That was when I had my lower back fused in a five hour operation and was bed ridden for several months and went stir crazy with nothing to do.
Yeah, I had nothing better to do and that was all that was on all fucking day.
Even Oprah wasn't around back then.
I still hate that fucker Victor and that bastard is still around after all these years.
Some things never change.
You go dude.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Get Out Of My Way, I Need Some More Cheap Shit Right Now
Really?
I went to the likker store and retreated to the garage for an hour or two.
looks like I am lucky to get home unscathed....
what seems to be a burgeoning Black Friday tradition, reports of violence erupted throughout the country.
Authorities in Los Angeles say that 20 people suffered minor injuries at a local Walmart when a woman used pepper spray on them to get to the front of the line when the store opened Thursday evening.
Police in Fayetteville, N.C. are hunting for two suspects after gunfire went off early Friday in the Cross Creek Mall.
At a Walmart in upstate New York, a man was arrested after two women were injured in a fight that broke out.
The one thing I can say is that stupid bitch spraying people to get more shit to carry out is damn lucky someone didn't knock her clear the fuck out and then get trampled to death.
And people wonder why I hate this time of year.
Fuck that shit.
Gift cards, go get what the hell you want, after the crazy people are either in jail or fighting to get to the return desk.
We are surrounded by complete fucking idiots.
Expect more on this subject, the wife loves this time of year and I despise it.
Despise being a mild term for what I think about this complete fucking insanity.
If Bah, Humbug just went through your mind, have a fucking cookie.
I do, however, always donate to the bell ringers.
I went to the likker store and retreated to the garage for an hour or two.
looks like I am lucky to get home unscathed....
what seems to be a burgeoning Black Friday tradition, reports of violence erupted throughout the country.
Authorities in Los Angeles say that 20 people suffered minor injuries at a local Walmart when a woman used pepper spray on them to get to the front of the line when the store opened Thursday evening.
Police in Fayetteville, N.C. are hunting for two suspects after gunfire went off early Friday in the Cross Creek Mall.
At a Walmart in upstate New York, a man was arrested after two women were injured in a fight that broke out.
The one thing I can say is that stupid bitch spraying people to get more shit to carry out is damn lucky someone didn't knock her clear the fuck out and then get trampled to death.
And people wonder why I hate this time of year.
Fuck that shit.
Gift cards, go get what the hell you want, after the crazy people are either in jail or fighting to get to the return desk.
We are surrounded by complete fucking idiots.
Expect more on this subject, the wife loves this time of year and I despise it.
Despise being a mild term for what I think about this complete fucking insanity.
If Bah, Humbug just went through your mind, have a fucking cookie.
I do, however, always donate to the bell ringers.
Monday, January 24, 2011
DOH!!
Sweet Jesus, I have a love hate relationship with computers.
After bringing this one back to life and all the bullshit I have dealt with the last 24 hours, my mind is just that little bit more fried than it was yesterday.
For the life of me, I could not figure out why the thing looked like it was in safe Mode.
You know, everything is grainy looking, the colors are all fucked up and pictures are almost so pixelated and fucked up you can't even recognize what the hell you are looking at kind of shit.
I have just spent HOURS trying to fix that. Google this, Google that, Try "Help", try tools, fuck around and fuck around until I finally had a thought.
Sure as shit too.
Don't ask me how, I could not tell you why either.
Somehow, this fucker decided to go back to a basic 8 bit color scheme for the monitor, instead of the 32 bit.
Bingo, problem solved.
After six beers and a trip to the store for more smokes at four fucking thirty in the morning.
Ain't modern technology wonderful?
Great, now the batteries in my mouse are dying.
AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!
Update;
Double plus goodness and bonus rounds, I see every time I shut this fucking thing down and restart it, I get to go back in and change the color setting.
Dirty. fucking. son. of. a. bitch!
I did manage to stay awake long enough to go get some fucking batteries though, one less irritant.
After bringing this one back to life and all the bullshit I have dealt with the last 24 hours, my mind is just that little bit more fried than it was yesterday.
For the life of me, I could not figure out why the thing looked like it was in safe Mode.
You know, everything is grainy looking, the colors are all fucked up and pictures are almost so pixelated and fucked up you can't even recognize what the hell you are looking at kind of shit.
I have just spent HOURS trying to fix that. Google this, Google that, Try "Help", try tools, fuck around and fuck around until I finally had a thought.
Sure as shit too.
Don't ask me how, I could not tell you why either.
Somehow, this fucker decided to go back to a basic 8 bit color scheme for the monitor, instead of the 32 bit.
Bingo, problem solved.
After six beers and a trip to the store for more smokes at four fucking thirty in the morning.
Ain't modern technology wonderful?
Great, now the batteries in my mouse are dying.
AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!
Update;
Double plus goodness and bonus rounds, I see every time I shut this fucking thing down and restart it, I get to go back in and change the color setting.
Dirty. fucking. son. of. a. bitch!
I did manage to stay awake long enough to go get some fucking batteries though, one less irritant.
FUBAR
I don't know how it happened but my normal computer took a major shit last night.
I surfed the web, checked my mail, everything was cool. I got off the web and decided I would do a computer scan while I snoozed. It takes a while and I figured it could do it's thing while I sawed logs.
Got up this morning and see a fucking warning about some fucking infected file. I clicked out of that and my monitor lit up like a fucking pinball machine with twenty extra games.
Can you say FUBAR?
Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition?
It won't let me do a God Damn thing.
No restore, no internet, no Windows, Croaked.
I said Fuck it and turned it off, apparently there are several of the little nasties battling each other over control of my hard drive.
Dirty fucking sonsabitches.
In my eyes, if there was ever a reason for Capitol Punishment, hackers like these would be first up against the wall.
Pissed off? Oh, you fucking betcha I am pissed off.
So, I went to town and cooled my heels, made a few phone calls and I am still fucked.
I came home, unplugged the fucking thing, swapped it out for my old one, and it fucked me too!
Three mother fucking hours I have been dicking with this cocksucker.
I believe it is currently in Safe Mode because the colors are all fucked up and the borders are all the wrong color.
Can anyone tell me what the fuck System Idle Process is?
It locks this motherfucker up tighter than a drum. It has something to do with Windows and you can't kill it. It takes up 99% of my processor activity according to Task Manager but like I said, ya can't turn it off.
I had to reboot the fucker several times, delete and reinstall (SPIT!) Verizon twice and I just now got online at what. 2 o'clock in the fucking morning?
I have been fucking with this shit since 9 P.M..
My uncle seems to have too many computers laying around, I do believe I will ask him to donate one to the cause , at least until I can find an electronic sledge hammer to kill some fucking viruses with.
I think this pretty much sums up my feelings at this point.
Seek and Destroy.
I surfed the web, checked my mail, everything was cool. I got off the web and decided I would do a computer scan while I snoozed. It takes a while and I figured it could do it's thing while I sawed logs.
Got up this morning and see a fucking warning about some fucking infected file. I clicked out of that and my monitor lit up like a fucking pinball machine with twenty extra games.
Can you say FUBAR?
Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition?
It won't let me do a God Damn thing.
No restore, no internet, no Windows, Croaked.
I said Fuck it and turned it off, apparently there are several of the little nasties battling each other over control of my hard drive.
Dirty fucking sonsabitches.
In my eyes, if there was ever a reason for Capitol Punishment, hackers like these would be first up against the wall.
Pissed off? Oh, you fucking betcha I am pissed off.
So, I went to town and cooled my heels, made a few phone calls and I am still fucked.
I came home, unplugged the fucking thing, swapped it out for my old one, and it fucked me too!
Three mother fucking hours I have been dicking with this cocksucker.
I believe it is currently in Safe Mode because the colors are all fucked up and the borders are all the wrong color.
Can anyone tell me what the fuck System Idle Process is?
It locks this motherfucker up tighter than a drum. It has something to do with Windows and you can't kill it. It takes up 99% of my processor activity according to Task Manager but like I said, ya can't turn it off.
I had to reboot the fucker several times, delete and reinstall (SPIT!) Verizon twice and I just now got online at what. 2 o'clock in the fucking morning?
I have been fucking with this shit since 9 P.M..
My uncle seems to have too many computers laying around, I do believe I will ask him to donate one to the cause , at least until I can find an electronic sledge hammer to kill some fucking viruses with.
I think this pretty much sums up my feelings at this point.
Seek and Destroy.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Been Off My Feed The Past Few Days
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.
My sleep schedule is down right schizophrenic. Three hours here, three hours there, I almost forgot what daylight is, I am up all damn night and sleep all day.
Don't want to eat, I had a bag of popcorn one day and a bag of Fritos the next day. I finally forced myself to get out of bed after three damn days and go out and get some breakfast. I brought it home and ate about half of it.
Put it in the fridge and then at midnight, I finally got hungry enough to grab the last half of chicken fried steak and just munch on it cold.
Drug my ass out of bed yesterday and went down to the club, had a couple of drinks and played some poker. My truck has been sitting since New Years, it started right up. After I got done playing poker, I got in it to go get beer and cat litter and it immediately started running like shit, spitting and sputtering, missing on a couple of cylinders. I babied the sonofabitch home, I have no idea what is going on there. Runs fine and then don't. I don't know if it is water in the gas, the distributor cap or what the fuck. It smelled like candle wax after I revved the shit out of it. Who knows, maybe I have an admirerer who decided to help me out.
Either way, it is pouring rain out and I ain't even going to open the hood.
I am going to get in it and go get something to eat.
I got some more bad news about my Granny yesterday too but I will spare ya that for now.
Thanks fer stopping by, have a nice day.
My sleep schedule is down right schizophrenic. Three hours here, three hours there, I almost forgot what daylight is, I am up all damn night and sleep all day.
Don't want to eat, I had a bag of popcorn one day and a bag of Fritos the next day. I finally forced myself to get out of bed after three damn days and go out and get some breakfast. I brought it home and ate about half of it.
Put it in the fridge and then at midnight, I finally got hungry enough to grab the last half of chicken fried steak and just munch on it cold.
Drug my ass out of bed yesterday and went down to the club, had a couple of drinks and played some poker. My truck has been sitting since New Years, it started right up. After I got done playing poker, I got in it to go get beer and cat litter and it immediately started running like shit, spitting and sputtering, missing on a couple of cylinders. I babied the sonofabitch home, I have no idea what is going on there. Runs fine and then don't. I don't know if it is water in the gas, the distributor cap or what the fuck. It smelled like candle wax after I revved the shit out of it. Who knows, maybe I have an admirerer who decided to help me out.
Either way, it is pouring rain out and I ain't even going to open the hood.
I am going to get in it and go get something to eat.
I got some more bad news about my Granny yesterday too but I will spare ya that for now.
Thanks fer stopping by, have a nice day.
Friday, December 03, 2010
Good Night for Now
For some damn reason, I finally had the writers block run away, there are several posts down yonder that I banged out so don't be bashful.
Gare On Fucking Teed to piss some one off in there somewhere.
See ya's later.
Don't forget the deal on the chicken. Sometimes I do good.
Gare On Fucking Teed to piss some one off in there somewhere.
See ya's later.
Don't forget the deal on the chicken. Sometimes I do good.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Merry Christmas!
Please lord, make it go away.
Fucking greedy bastards, the advertisements and the decorations showed up before Halloween.
Thanksgiving isn't until next week for God's sake.
That alone is a logistical nightmare.
Go to the folks and eat and then fend off a turkey induced coma long enough to drive fifty miles and go to the girl friends parents to fall down on THEIR couch!
Christmas is going to be mean and lean this year.
" Times are tough and I have no job so here is your fucking Christmas card" kind of shit.
I did manage to find enough scratch to go to the local Bi Mart and get a fucking space heater.
We shall see how long this Made In China mother fucker lasts this time, I am saving the fucking receipt.
It ain't even winter yet and it is already getting cold in the old Weasel Den.
I have the sliding doors to the "bedroom" almost closed, just enough for the fucking cat to squeeze through and the little bastard heater is running hard already. I can't wait for the power bill.
Off and on, Off and on. Noisy little fucker too.
Not the cat, I have that little bitch trained real good.
She meows twice and I am up and opening the door.... wait, who has who trained?
At least I don't have to fuck with the god damned cat box much.
It ain't the heater element or the fan that takes a shit in these things, it's the cheap assed switches that go to hell all the time. I had my folks get me one of those oil filled radiator heaters for Christmas a couple of years ago and it melted the switch in three months.
Long after anyone knew where in the hell the receipt was. I tore it apart and fixed it once but it burned up again shortly afterwords so I threw the cocksucker out and went and got a mean mother fucker of a propane fired warehouse heater.
Next thing I know, there is black soot all over everything.
Nice and toasty with a case of black lung disease.
I am lucky it didn't kill me.
Wicked warm in under three minutes though.
So, Happy fucking holidays, I know damn good and well this isn't going to be the last time I bitch about this consumer driven horse shit before the first of the year either.
Pass the gravy and shut the fuck up.
Bahh Humbug mother fuckers.
Get your ass outta my chair kid or you won't live to see Christmas.
Now bring me a beer.
Fucking greedy bastards, the advertisements and the decorations showed up before Halloween.
Thanksgiving isn't until next week for God's sake.
That alone is a logistical nightmare.
Go to the folks and eat and then fend off a turkey induced coma long enough to drive fifty miles and go to the girl friends parents to fall down on THEIR couch!
Christmas is going to be mean and lean this year.
" Times are tough and I have no job so here is your fucking Christmas card" kind of shit.
I did manage to find enough scratch to go to the local Bi Mart and get a fucking space heater.
We shall see how long this Made In China mother fucker lasts this time, I am saving the fucking receipt.
It ain't even winter yet and it is already getting cold in the old Weasel Den.
I have the sliding doors to the "bedroom" almost closed, just enough for the fucking cat to squeeze through and the little bastard heater is running hard already. I can't wait for the power bill.
Off and on, Off and on. Noisy little fucker too.
Not the cat, I have that little bitch trained real good.
She meows twice and I am up and opening the door.... wait, who has who trained?
At least I don't have to fuck with the god damned cat box much.
It ain't the heater element or the fan that takes a shit in these things, it's the cheap assed switches that go to hell all the time. I had my folks get me one of those oil filled radiator heaters for Christmas a couple of years ago and it melted the switch in three months.
Long after anyone knew where in the hell the receipt was. I tore it apart and fixed it once but it burned up again shortly afterwords so I threw the cocksucker out and went and got a mean mother fucker of a propane fired warehouse heater.
Next thing I know, there is black soot all over everything.
Nice and toasty with a case of black lung disease.
I am lucky it didn't kill me.
Wicked warm in under three minutes though.
So, Happy fucking holidays, I know damn good and well this isn't going to be the last time I bitch about this consumer driven horse shit before the first of the year either.
Pass the gravy and shut the fuck up.
Bahh Humbug mother fuckers.
Get your ass outta my chair kid or you won't live to see Christmas.
Now bring me a beer.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Update To Post Below
I fucking win.
Dirty sonsabitches.
I finally got out a damn magnifying glass so I could read the little bug fucker print on the label of the USB modem to get the fucking part number so I could install the correct driver for it.
I knew VISTA was fucking me because as soon as I got done with everything a message popped up telling me that this modem was not kosher with the version of Windows I am using.
Fucking bastards, like I said, if you can read this, I fucking won this battle finally.
Dirty sonsabitches.
I finally got out a damn magnifying glass so I could read the little bug fucker print on the label of the USB modem to get the fucking part number so I could install the correct driver for it.
I knew VISTA was fucking me because as soon as I got done with everything a message popped up telling me that this modem was not kosher with the version of Windows I am using.
Fucking bastards, like I said, if you can read this, I fucking won this battle finally.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Meh, FaceBook Sucks
Goddamn, I had forgotten what an asshole bunch of shit heads Facebook is.
I had an account for a couple of years but it got to be a giant pain in the ass and I tried to delete my account but at that time, the insidious motherfuckers wouldn't just let ya do that.
All you could do was suspend your account unless you wanted to take two fucking weeks and go in and hand delete every mother fucking thing, one line at a time.
There was finally enough uproar over that horseshit that they finally relented and let ya go in and just delete the fucking thing, so I did.
Been happy ever since, until recently.
I keep getting hammered by emails of people inviting me to the sonofabitch and family hammering on me to go see their fucking pictures and yadda fucking yadda.
"Why aren't you on FaceBook"?
Fuck me, I heard it again today.
Shit, I still have a My Space account I haven't even looked at for over a year.
I heard that those pricks at FaceBook quit being so assholeish about the names that you can use and decided to put it to the test, just fer shits and grins.
Bustednuckles is a No no, so was Ornery bastard.
No fucking sense of humor, these guys.
So, I trick fucked 'em.
If you want to "friend" me, (gag), on FaceBook, my honies, here it is.
Ornery Basterd.
Look it up, I can already tell this is going to be a fucking mistake but I can just ignore the fucking thing, except for the countless fucking email announcements I will be getting.
Fortunately, I am very familiar with the delete button.
Thanks fer stopping by.
Update;
I fucking knew it, it has already started.
My asshole uncle has been posting baby pictures.
Ya know Unk?
You are the last one of my immediate realtives on that side of the family.
Remember that.
I had an account for a couple of years but it got to be a giant pain in the ass and I tried to delete my account but at that time, the insidious motherfuckers wouldn't just let ya do that.
All you could do was suspend your account unless you wanted to take two fucking weeks and go in and hand delete every mother fucking thing, one line at a time.
There was finally enough uproar over that horseshit that they finally relented and let ya go in and just delete the fucking thing, so I did.
Been happy ever since, until recently.
I keep getting hammered by emails of people inviting me to the sonofabitch and family hammering on me to go see their fucking pictures and yadda fucking yadda.
"Why aren't you on FaceBook"?
Fuck me, I heard it again today.
Shit, I still have a My Space account I haven't even looked at for over a year.
I heard that those pricks at FaceBook quit being so assholeish about the names that you can use and decided to put it to the test, just fer shits and grins.
Bustednuckles is a No no, so was Ornery bastard.
No fucking sense of humor, these guys.
So, I trick fucked 'em.
If you want to "friend" me, (gag), on FaceBook, my honies, here it is.
Ornery Basterd.
Look it up, I can already tell this is going to be a fucking mistake but I can just ignore the fucking thing, except for the countless fucking email announcements I will be getting.
Fortunately, I am very familiar with the delete button.
Thanks fer stopping by.
Update;
I fucking knew it, it has already started.
My asshole uncle has been posting baby pictures.
Ya know Unk?
You are the last one of my immediate realtives on that side of the family.
Remember that.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Fuck You
I saw a complete fucking asshole today...and no, I wasn't looking in the mirror but thanks for imagining that first.
Totally at random I entered a gas station in a different town and there he was, coming out at the exact same moment as I was going in. A guy who I would be quite happy to never see again for as long as I fucking live.
Used to be a friend of mine, or so I thought...until he accused me of some shit that wasn't true and I fired back with plenty more that was. With evidence to back it.
I sincerely hope that was the last time I'll ever have to endure the sight of him.
Fuck you.
spongebobcrackwhore
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Another One Of Those Days
No rest fer the wicked, I swear I was Ghengis Kahn in a previous life.
Mad crazy at work, worse than usual.
I got off and went straight to my favorite down time place fer a half hour and came home.
I am sitting here with a fresh cold one in my hand, yakking with the nose breaker neighbor, when there is a fairly urgent knock on the door.
Shit.
I open the door and a little neighbor kid is standing there, very agitated, telling me I need to go help his Mom, she cut herself and needs to go to the hospital.
Great.
I tell him I'll be there shortly and go grab some bandages and shit and amble over there directly.
On the way, I see another neighbor lady panicking because they went to her first but she has Epilepsy and can't drive.
No one around here has a fucking drivers license, including the cut lady's husband, who was working overtime.
I went in and made her take the fucking Duct Tape off and told her she would live, but sure as shit, she was going to need stitches.
I loaded her and the kid up and drove fifteen miles to the Emergency room and believe this shit, they have Valet Parking!
Fuck no, I will park the sonofabitch myself, thank you, and I dropped her off.
When I get back, they say no visitors.
What. The. Fuck. Ever..
I sit my happy ass down next to the door and wait, and wait, and wait.
I finally got up after an hour and a half to go have a fucking smoke.
For those not familiar with Washington State's Smoking Law, you have to be at least twenty five feet from any door, window or fresh air intake to smoke in public, unless, you are walking past any one of the above.
So, I walked thirty feet away and lit up.
My bad, Private Property, and the dickhead tells me I am lucky that I can stand next to a fucking stop sign a block away.
Yeah Pal, yer lucky I give a rat fuck.
Call the fucking cops, Jesus.
After that bit of refreshment, I get the joy of paying a buck fifty for a shitty cup of coffee to soothe my frayed nerves while I wait.
In the mean time, I see twelve people go in and out of this joint, including one old lady who had two , developmentally challenged, children, who parked her old ass right in front of the sliding doors with a forty degree wind blowing through, right after I heard her tell the fucking idiot, twice, that she was cold and not to put her there.
I finally couldn't stand it and got up and asked the lady if she minded if I wheeled her out of the fucking wind. She was most grateful.
Two and a half hours after I got there, the kid comes out and says it will be ten more minutes.
I told him in hospital time, that was another fucking hour.
I got there at seven and left at ten. It is now Ten fucking thirty and I get to get up and go to work again.
Damn, I am a nice guy.
STFU.
Mad crazy at work, worse than usual.
I got off and went straight to my favorite down time place fer a half hour and came home.
I am sitting here with a fresh cold one in my hand, yakking with the nose breaker neighbor, when there is a fairly urgent knock on the door.
Shit.
I open the door and a little neighbor kid is standing there, very agitated, telling me I need to go help his Mom, she cut herself and needs to go to the hospital.
Great.
I tell him I'll be there shortly and go grab some bandages and shit and amble over there directly.
On the way, I see another neighbor lady panicking because they went to her first but she has Epilepsy and can't drive.
No one around here has a fucking drivers license, including the cut lady's husband, who was working overtime.
I went in and made her take the fucking Duct Tape off and told her she would live, but sure as shit, she was going to need stitches.
I loaded her and the kid up and drove fifteen miles to the Emergency room and believe this shit, they have Valet Parking!
Fuck no, I will park the sonofabitch myself, thank you, and I dropped her off.
When I get back, they say no visitors.
What. The. Fuck. Ever..
I sit my happy ass down next to the door and wait, and wait, and wait.
I finally got up after an hour and a half to go have a fucking smoke.
For those not familiar with Washington State's Smoking Law, you have to be at least twenty five feet from any door, window or fresh air intake to smoke in public, unless, you are walking past any one of the above.
So, I walked thirty feet away and lit up.
My bad, Private Property, and the dickhead tells me I am lucky that I can stand next to a fucking stop sign a block away.
Yeah Pal, yer lucky I give a rat fuck.
Call the fucking cops, Jesus.
After that bit of refreshment, I get the joy of paying a buck fifty for a shitty cup of coffee to soothe my frayed nerves while I wait.
In the mean time, I see twelve people go in and out of this joint, including one old lady who had two , developmentally challenged, children, who parked her old ass right in front of the sliding doors with a forty degree wind blowing through, right after I heard her tell the fucking idiot, twice, that she was cold and not to put her there.
I finally couldn't stand it and got up and asked the lady if she minded if I wheeled her out of the fucking wind. She was most grateful.
Two and a half hours after I got there, the kid comes out and says it will be ten more minutes.
I told him in hospital time, that was another fucking hour.
I got there at seven and left at ten. It is now Ten fucking thirty and I get to get up and go to work again.
Damn, I am a nice guy.
STFU.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
GOTCHA!!
I was checking my Email and clicked over to see number 99,999 so I hung around a few minutes and sure as shit I happened to catch number 100,000.
Mahtomedi says it was at a hunnerd grand and is from Minna-sota.
Thank you very much for stopping by!
It is quite the mile stone, a hundred thousand hits.
Now I can get over it and start back with the ranting, which I am going to do right fucking now.
Apparently, President Obama left his fucking nuts in Chicago, someone needs to Fed Ex those fuckers back to him, Next Day Air.
The motherfucker is STILL trying to appease those rotten cocksuckers from the Right Wing who have repeatedly stated their only agenda is to stop any thing he wants to get done and have repeatedly been successful at doing so.
Mr. Obama?
You need to sack up, kick that no good dirty sonofabitch Lieberman out on his ass into a snow bank and then go punch Mitch McConnel in the throat to send a message.
Playing nice with these sociopathic assholes gives everyone a perception of weakness, as if that isn't enough of a problem with the rest of the Democratic Caucus bumping into each other trying to find their knees fast enough to be the first one to openly fellate one of these dirt bags on National Television.
You said the buck stops here, then grab a pair and start slapping people around for Chrissakes.
What part of Commander In Chief do you not fucking understand?
I have seen seven year old girls who have shown more dominance than you.
Stand up and wave your dick around and let some of these fucking pussy bullies know just who the fuck is in charge here!
Bipartisanship is a figment of your imagination and asking those rotten fuckers to play nice CONSTANTLY reveals a side of you I never want to see again while holding public office.
We have two fucking wars going, a real Depression and you can't even keep your economic advisor's under control?
Dude, quit acting like a fucking freshman senator on his first day on the hill, trying to find the fucking bathrooms and stand up to these rotten fucking bastards and get PISSED OFF!
You can rest assured if I was in that spot, I would be out for blood.
Mahtomedi says it was at a hunnerd grand and is from Minna-sota.
Thank you very much for stopping by!
It is quite the mile stone, a hundred thousand hits.
Now I can get over it and start back with the ranting, which I am going to do right fucking now.
Apparently, President Obama left his fucking nuts in Chicago, someone needs to Fed Ex those fuckers back to him, Next Day Air.
The motherfucker is STILL trying to appease those rotten cocksuckers from the Right Wing who have repeatedly stated their only agenda is to stop any thing he wants to get done and have repeatedly been successful at doing so.
Mr. Obama?
You need to sack up, kick that no good dirty sonofabitch Lieberman out on his ass into a snow bank and then go punch Mitch McConnel in the throat to send a message.
Playing nice with these sociopathic assholes gives everyone a perception of weakness, as if that isn't enough of a problem with the rest of the Democratic Caucus bumping into each other trying to find their knees fast enough to be the first one to openly fellate one of these dirt bags on National Television.
You said the buck stops here, then grab a pair and start slapping people around for Chrissakes.
What part of Commander In Chief do you not fucking understand?
I have seen seven year old girls who have shown more dominance than you.
Stand up and wave your dick around and let some of these fucking pussy bullies know just who the fuck is in charge here!
Bipartisanship is a figment of your imagination and asking those rotten fuckers to play nice CONSTANTLY reveals a side of you I never want to see again while holding public office.
We have two fucking wars going, a real Depression and you can't even keep your economic advisor's under control?
Dude, quit acting like a fucking freshman senator on his first day on the hill, trying to find the fucking bathrooms and stand up to these rotten fucking bastards and get PISSED OFF!
You can rest assured if I was in that spot, I would be out for blood.
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
I lost ALL of my Bookmarks
This is a sorry state of affairs, I had about a hundred and fifty book marks in one category alone,if ya see this and recognize me from your comments, do me a favor and leave a link to your site in the comments. Some of ya know who I am talking to.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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