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PUSSY.

Thanks to Vo for the link.


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Awake at 3am

Damn. Awakended by the intense heat of bodies. pressed upon me. Didn’t we already do this once this year, I’m thinking to myself? Shit, it was the dog, and my three year old. Way to harsh my fucking sleeping mellow. Guess I’m sleeping on my couch, if I can sleep.

Just paid a visit to Stevie, and she didn’t come right out and say it, but it looks like Rob may have actually done himself in after all. That sucks. Trying to find out if and when any kind of arrangements are going on. I think I may need to make trip.


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Good for a laugh

I personally like #10.

Pretty Lady: Metaphors and Analogies

Penis, anyone?

Genital delicacy on menu in Beijing | Reuters.co.uk

Good thing I haven’t eaten yet. Thanks Lisa.

Sometimes you feel like a nut…

…and sometimes you just borrow ellipses from SWG.

It’s been a pretty long week, at least mentally. Wednesday afternoon on the way home from work, this stupid bitch driving an SUV almost ran me off the road. She was leaning against her driver side window with her cell phone glued to her ear, not even paying attention to what lane she was in until I started leaning on my horn. I hate cell phones in cars. Yeah, like anyone else, I get calls in my car but try to keep it short, almost on the point of rudeness. Or I will just ignore it. Stupid bitch. Should have let her hit me, I need a new car.

Last week my neighbor and I (mostly my neighbor) put a new water pump on the van, along with a new fan belt and heater hose. I have been planning on letting Stephanie drive my car, and I will use the van (the love machine). I had some work done on her car, so went to pick it up on Friday afternoon, and was going to drop the van off, and get him to check the brakes, as they were acting funny before it broke down. Fuck. Most of the way there, I started smelling this burning rubber smell, and it felt like I was losing compression or something. I did manage to make it to the shop and left it there. I am just hoping that nothing serious is wrong with it. When the water pump went out two years ago (yeah, the piece of crap has been in my driveway for two years) I had to drive it a ways to get home. I am crossing my fingers and hoping that I didn’t blow the head gasket or anything like that.

My days off fall into a pattern of six on, two off. That way I eventually get a weekend off every now and then. Earlier in the year, I gave up one of my rare Saturdays to help out my boss. Well, every few months, she fucks up someones days off, and the three managers in my town end up overlapping days off, which causes problems, and is pretty much considered a big no-no. She did it again. We lost a manager last month, and one of my trainees got the store. She had just been off on Thursday and Friday, and rather than being nice, and letting her fall right into the last guys days off (Monday and Tuesday) she had to change shit around. At that point I basically told them to kiss my ass, that my days off were not going to change. My son has also started working weekends. I don’t want him working for me, so he has gone to work for the new manager. This weekend, the third manager in town was on vacation, Chris had his SAT’s, and I was supposed to be off on Friday and Saturday. She whined for a week about having to be in three stores at the same time, and not having anyone to cook. I eventually relented, and took off Thursday and Friday, losing my Saturday off, as well as now having to work seven days straight. Obviously my week wasn’t starting off real well.

Saturday I go in, check back in from my days off, do audits and inventories, realize that I need some to-go supplies, and call my boss. She let me know that I could come pick them up from the new store down the street (with the new manager). I get there and discover that not only is she not having to actually do anything, but that there is a manager at the other store, and that she had covered for my son, and was considering going home early. Obviously I was not pleased. I get back to work, and generall had a pretty shitty day. I do have two cooks (my 2nd one finally got out of jail), and it was not terribly busy, but I couldn’t seem to get off of the grill to get any of my stuff done, until after 1pm or so. She called me to see if it had been busy, when I said no, she asked if I had sent anyone home early (to cut payroll). Fuck NO I haven’t sent anyone home early, and don’t fucking plan on it. Not yesterday, not today, not any of the seven fucking days that I happen to be working this week.

I did manage to get my ducks in a row today, and was home by 3:30 this afternoon, so that was a plus. Just kind of took it easy this evening, ate a nice supper and listening to the TV as Stephanie is watching. I haven’t been sleeping worth a shit this week, thinking about taking a couple of damn allergy pills, they might knock me out.

It’s free…

What the fuck was he complaining about anyway. I’m sure that they didn’t charge him for it.

CNN.com – TGI Friday’s ‘sorry’?after diner?finds finger slice – May 1, 2006

What’s in a word?

GB
posted a little blurb about the ever-evolving english language. From what it says, the average vocabulary of an educated english speaker is about 24000-30000 words, but that you can get by on about 3000. Working with the folks that I do, I can probably cut that down to a couple hundred, most of which are listed here

What the hell is a Cleveland Steamer anyway?

Things not to say…

…while having sex.

I have to poop.
Smile for the camera.
Get off me, I’ll do it myself.
This is your first time…right?
You’re almost as good as my ex.
When is this supposed to feel good?
I thought YOU had the keys to the handcuffs!
I was so horny tonight i would have brought a sheep home.
Keep it down, my mother is a light sleeper.
Hey! My friends were right! You ARE good.
I’m starting to sober up and you’re getting ugly.
But everybody looks funny naked!
Do I have to pay for this?
No, you’re too fat to be on top. You’d kill me!
Actually, your sister likes it like this.
What’s your name again?
Hold on, let me change the channel.
It’s nice being in bed with someone i don’t have to inflate.
Uhhh…I think the condom broke 10 minutes ago.

As Dax would say…

just damn
. That is the only thing that I could think as I read the story.

What really struck me about really had nothing to do with the crime itself. Early in the article, there is a section that reads:

Emily Kurtz, who lives below the house the three men rented at 541 Peace Mountain Road off Allens Creek Road, said she noticed men in cars with out-of-state plates visiting the home off and on since she moved to the neighborhood in January.

Kurtz said the men kept to themselves, rarely waved and never spoke.

Ok, so this was enough for you to call the police? What the fuck happened to privacy? I understand that there are lots of arguments, such as that they could have been making or dealing drugs, etc…, but if they weren’t actually caught in a criminal act in public, who really gives a fuck. I don’t know. It just strikes me as wrong, even though the end result was probably right.

For the male in need of a workout

*WARNING* – Don’t click if you are hysterically afraid of being sexually harrassed. In other words, this is a guy link.

I was shopping for a nice new workout bike and came across this one.