Site News

Thursday Thongs

For those of you that are into that sort of thing I actually started a site called Sexy Thongs recently. All of the stuff that I post on Thursday Thongs will be there. I haven’t decided for sure but I may also be moving Tramp Stamp Tuesday and Thursday Thongs over to Skullfucking.net. That’s my site that I recently started. This will be the one and only time that I will link to it here. Mainly just me bitching. No ads, no paid posts, really no centent whatsoever but who cares, you just want to see the thong anyway.

Without further ado I give you a patriotic thong courtesy of HornDog3 below the fold…

(more…)

Dreams

I just woke up from the weirdest dream. I was sitting on my knees in the closet and the kittens were playing at my knees and in between my legs but there were two or three new ones that were much smaller. I looked and one of the cats was munching on the head of a smaller one. Turns out that they were little RATS. Then mama rat started biting my feet that were tucked behind me. That’s when I woke up. Damn. I hate rats.

Several years ago we rented this old house that had rats living in the walls. They nested on top of this old breaker box (inside the wall). You could constantly hear them scratching in the walls and on occasion you could see a little tail or two hang down in the cracks over the breaker box.

I have an unhealthy fear of rats now.

I Must Be Invisible Today…

I don’t know what it is today. I woke up on time and showered but all day long I slept-walked my way through. I felt as if I were inside a bubble and couldn’t wake up. Everything else just sort of added to the day.

I had to go out about mid-morning to get some carbon paper. My store that has been having so many problems with the manager and the associates is just getting out of hand. I used to be able to order duplicate copy guest checks from our company but they are no longer available so I decided I would make my own. I went to the Wal-Mart and they had no carbon paper. No big deal, I figured they must just be out. On my way out of the parking lot I was almost hit no less than three times. I’m not one to slow down if I have the right of way but these people just weren’t stopping. I had to slam on the brakes twice to avoid an accident.

I went down the street to the Ingles and looked through their school supplies. No carbon paper. I repeated the search at the local CVS pharmacy and they didn’t have any so I decided to ask. I stood at the counter for ten minutes while this MANAGER jacked her damn jaws on the phone. She finally hung up as I was on my way out the door and said “I’m off now”. Go fuck yourself. I have no time for a business that treats it’s customers that way.

I ended up across the street at the Rite-Aid and they had none either. I don’t know what’s up. Did they all have this gigantic run on carbon paper, or maybe the carbon paper thief is back in action again trying to clone himself? Anybody else tried to buy carbon paper recently? There is no office supply place in town that I know of so I called one of the other district managers that has one across the street from one of her stores and asked her to pick up a pack for me. We have the Taste of Carrollton to work tomorrow evening so I will pick it up then.

I don’t know what it is but I just felt invisible to these people today and by the time I was driving home I was in the mood to run people off the road that got in my way.


Technorati : , ,

Wednesday Hero

I’ve been pretty busy the last couple of weeks and completely forgotton to put up my Wednesday Hero post. Here is the one for this week.

Sgt. Willard T. Partridge
Sgt. Willard T. Partridge
35 years old from Ferriday, Louisiana
170th Military Police Company, 504th Military Police Battalion, 42nd Military Police Brigade
August 20, 2005

Sgt. Partridge was killed by an IED that exploded near his vehicle in Baghdad, Iraq.
There isn’t that much information about Sgt. Partridge so I though I would share some of the memories that his friends and family have of him.
“I remember Partridge from basic training and AIT. He was a very quiet guy who had a good sense of humor. I remember asking him why he joined, and he told me it was so he could take care of his family and give them a better life. I would have deployed with him any day, he was one of the good guys I graduated with. He will not be forgotten. God Bless.”
“Todd was one of the best men I have ever met and I will always have great memories and admiration for him! My thoughts and prayers go out to his family!”
“I will never forget you and those awful eighteen weeks at Fort Leonard Wood. You are in every sense of the term, ‘A HERO'”
“Todd was such a quite, solid person. He never demanded the attention of those around him. I remember him always just smiling while everyone else at our LARGE FAMILY get togethers made noise. I could get a hug from him, but I had to ask for it. He never assumed anything. I loved making him hug me.
Todd was a solid, faithful husband, father and man in every respect. He did what had to be done in all areas of his life. He died doing what he knew to be his job in this life. Not that he wanted to die but he wanted to serve whatever the cost might be. He knew that freedom is not free and wanted to pay his part for that freedom for himself, his wife and girls.
I have nothing but love and respect for Todd’s memory and will always proudly and thankfully count him among my nephews that adore. His memory will always be honored. I thank God that He brought Todd into our family. He left his mark on it just as he did everywhere he went.”

These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived
This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. To find out more about Wednesday Hero, you can go here.

Tramp Stamp Tuesday

Found this fresh pic just this morning.

(more…)

Untitled post

This should be an interesting day. All of my managers are out today. I think I have it covered everywhere and I will just end up going from store to store. I won’t be cooking this morning as I didn’t think it was a particularly good idea to be chained in a store productively just in case someone hangs me.

Even with everyone being out I am crossing my fingers and hoping for an early day. This could very easily turn out to be the biggest goatfuck I’ve seen all year.

Mr Turtle, the guy that supposedly lay there for an hour on his back until someone helped him up but only seemed to break a couple of toes still hasn’t called or showed up. I am so damn angry at him right now. He put me in a serious bind this weekend. I just don’t understand how someone could be such a pussy.

NOT According to My Plan…

Overall the weekend could have been worse. It has been a pretty hard few days, made worse by moving all of that dirt the day before yesterday. I guess the real pisser is that it hasn’t gone according to plan. I like it when everything goes to plan at work and I hire and train employees that believe in the same thing and can help realize that vision. Of ocurse things always happen in the business to upset the apple cart but that’s OK if you have people that are good at what they do because things stay smooth then anyway and we get back on the path pretty quickly. I tried to explain that to one of my managers last night and he just didn’t get it.

All three of them make their schedules out willy nilly and expect their employees to work where they put them no matter the days or shift. The figure that the folks work for them and they are supposed to show up when they are scheduled or go somewhere else. My boss agrees with them. I tend to agree with the second part about going elsewhere if you can’t work your schedule, but I think they are all full of shit about the first part. Most people like set schedules. They like knowing week in and week out what days they are off, what shift they work. When they are on the same shift with the same people every day they tend to work more as a team and do a better job than if you just move them around constantly. The customers also like it because they know when the people they like are working. But what the fuck do I know, I’ve only done this 21 years and my retention rates as a manager are much higher than anyone else’s, at least after the initial three months in a restaurant? The first three months are usually worse than anyone else’s because it takes time to get rid of the crust of shit that’s built up and find the right team.

High Times Editorial Office

Have you ever wondered what it was like to work for High Times magazine? Wonder no more after you watch this video that I found over at CollegeHumor.com

Damn, I remember days like that…

How Do We Know Christians Are Delusional?

Delusion – A fixed false belief that is resistant to reason or confrontation with actual fact.

I came across this site (and the above video) last night and found it pretty interesting. The narrator is like one of those phys ed movies from the fifties that we had to watch in the 70’s.

They certainly don’t mind starting a bit of shit.

I just realized that I forgot to post the link. I’ll try and remember to find it later.

Human Head Found in Philadelphia Lake



Normally?

Normally when I decapitate my victims I try to grind them up in the food processor before bagging them and throwing them in the lake.

If you drop them on the side of the road on the way home they just look like one more piece of road kill…