Orange and Fuzzy

It happened completely without me knowing. I woke up one morning when I was 14 with my left foot swollen and covered in orange fur. It wasn't in any kind of pain and the fact that I could walk on it normally was quite a surprise to the team of doctors that had examined it. The scientific community had never seen such an anomaly and in the end I was told to just live with it. And that's just what I did.

Buying a pair of shoes is tough when your left foot is size 16 and your right is only size 11. It's tough to find a matching pair. Thankfully the left foot was pretty resistant to all forms of weather and temperature change so I just started walking around with it bare, or as bare as I could get it. Chicks dug the left foot. They'd paint the toenails on it and braid the fur. I would look down their shirts as they did both. When your 14 you'll take any boob shot you can get and that includes getting a pedicure on your mutant left foot if needed.

The high school football coach caught the story of my foot and when I entered ninth grade he asked me to kick for the football team. I would wallop the crap out of the ball setting state records that will stand the test of time.

I just drew a picture of the foot which I actually drew with my own left foot. Check it out.




Happy New Years Folks.

Dear Santa

I've been a good human being this year. I haven't invaded anyone's country,
knocked over any trash cans
loaded bunnies onto a rocket ship,
taken steroids to improve my home run percentage,
been traded to Denver for two first round picks and some scrubs,
zapped a lab animal with a new laser,
eaten brussel sprouts,
played World of Warcraft,
eaten at taco bell,
smacked a puppy for shitting on the rug,
eaten pizza while singing "Hey Jude",
given money to the poor,
used ebonics
read dianetics
fathered Katie Holmes child
created terrifying math problems to warp 5th graders minds with
picked up a box of cereal with a tiger on the front
punched jimmy in the belly
pinched Morgan on the heiny
downloaded any porn starring Jameson
watched one single episode of 30 Minute Meals
or called Rachel Ray a nice word
looked at Britney Spears vag shots and thought "maybe?"
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So in return for me being such a good boy this year I only ask for a ticket to either the Land of Make Believe or to a plane going somewhere very far away and sunny.

Thanks.

Your buddy,

k o w

SNL Actually Being Funny

Oy!

3 A.M.

actually 4a.m...

all out of hot chocolate...

Wawa is just around the corner...

(off to Wawa, will finish post when I get back)

site minimized on desktop.

Back.

Why didn't I learn to throw a baseball at an early age?

Matsuzaka is now $52 million heavier in the pockets.





Quick link to funny is right HERE

Just Prior to the Execution...

Tough

Haragei & Gyotaku

The last time I had visited Japan I had gone there to chase a girl. We had spent an incredible 2 weeks getting to know one another while she was here on a tour. She ended up ditching the tour and crashed with me for the remainder of her trip meeting up again with her tour group for the flight home from San Francisco.

I drove her to San Fran instead of her having to bus hop and fly around the U.S. to all of the touristy spots. I was determined for her to see what this country was all about by sharing a piece of apple pie at a truck stop in Nebraska around 4 am instead of all the bullshit I'm sure her guide would have shown her. She agreed and off we went.

Not having any clue how to get to Nebraska I headed out of town on whatever road was lined with signs that said "west" on them. I had twelve more days to make it to San Francisco to say goodbye to someone sitting next to me whom I had only met the day before. We drove through the night most of the time with her occasionally goofing up by turning into traffic as if she was back home.

Some firsts were custard, football jerseys, and John Cougar Mellencamp. That fucking radio never stopped playing his songs I swear. By the time the neon brilliance that was Shoemaker's Truck Station we had had enough of pink houses. We walked inside and got the normal looks one would expect to get if you were a yankee walking into a midwestern truck station at 4 am with a young Japanese woman by your side wearing a Philadelphia Eagles hoodie.

Two cups of tea, a slice of apple pie, an order of fries and a cheese burger were the order. It came with a 1,001 stories thanks to the cook who was entertaining the diners while flipping pancakes and burger patties. There were some crude jokes about Mexicans but nothing too offensive. She mentioned something about mayonaisse and the next thing I knew we were being delivered a dissertation on the differences of regular mayo and Miracle Whip and their effects on your grilled cheese sandwich.

We stepped outside, breathed in the diesel fumes, wiped our hands and walked towards the truck. With five days to San Francisco we hadn't seen the Grand Canyon yet and had to get a move on if we were going to.

Oh yeah, the last time I was in Japan...

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Blang!

Once upon a time in the kingdom of Philadelphia lived a young man who went to the market in search of soup, milk, and hotdogs. Running up and down the aisles avoiding the other peasants he went about his business gathering what he had come to the market for. With all of the items in his basket he proceeded to the counter where a tube caught his eye. This was no ordinary tube. Green and white and only about 4 inches long it stared back at him daring him silently to pick it up. The young man fought the temptation with all of his might. Looking at the tube he knew it's contents would be bad and thus avoided it. When his items had reached the merchants register the young man turned around and without hesitation picked up one of the tubes and placed it on the conveyor belt.

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Top 10 Reasons Why...

Via an email so don't shoot the messenger....

Top 10 Reasons Why Men Won't Get Married
Young men want to get married. They really do. They want a wife, children and the house with the picket fence. They just don't want it right now. Instead, men ages 25 to 33 prefer to have fun, unencumbered by commitment and responsibility.That's the word from a new study called "The State of Our Unions" that concludes that young, educated, professional men don't want to commit to marriage, reports Ladies Home Journal. They place great value in the institution of marriage, but the single life beckons. Since today's men -- unlike their fathers and grandfathers -- don't have pressure from church, employers or society to get married, they aren't

The researchers interviewed 60 heterosexual men in Chicago, parts of New Jersey, Washington, D.C. and Houston. For the most part they were employed full-time and earned between $21,000 to $35,000 annually. Most had either attended some college or graduated. None of them were married, although three of the men were fathers.The top 10 reasons young men don't want to get married now:
1. They can have casual sex without marriage, something that is far more common today and accepted than in generations past.
2. By living with a girlfriend, they can enjoy all the benefits of a wife without having to say, "I do." This is a no-risk way to test the idea of marriage.
3. Men want to avoid the financial risks of divorce. What better way to do that than to not get married in the first place?
4. Since they don't have to worry about their biological clocks, men say they want to wait until they are older to have children. They really do not want to be pressured into marriage by a woman whose primary goal is to have kids.
5. Their greatest fear is that marriage will require too many changes, compromises and responsibilities. After all, it's a lot more fun to play poker with the boys all night long.
6. Men are romantics at heart. They believe in a soul mate, and they're willing to wait for her. What is a soul mate? Men define her as someone who accepts them just the way they are and does not want to change them. These men don't want to settle for second-best.
7. There are very few social pressures to marry. While their dads were pressured by religion, employers or society to settle down and say "I do," men today are free from that.
8. Men are reluctant to marry a woman who already has children, primarily to avoid competition and conflict with the children's biological father.
9. They want to become a homeowner before they become a husband. Being established financially is an important goal many men want to achieve before they marry.
10. Men want to enjoy the single life as long as possible, especially as they become accustomed to having their own space and routines and not being responsible to anyone else.

Accept No Substitute

As Sick...

As sick as I am today sitting on my couch while puking up another lung my symptoms are exacerbated even more by the absolute horridness that is daytime television.

You want to know whats wrong with this country? Watch your television from 9am to 5pm.

Movie Pick of the Week

Go see The Illusionist. Because even when wearing 35 layers of clothing Jessica Biel is still the hottest woman on the face of the Earth.

The film is actually very good and comes highly recommended. It'll have you talking with other movie goers at the end trying to... well let's just leave it there. Paul Giamatti is in it. So there;s no fucking merlot anywhere to be seen.

I challenge you the reader to find a more beautifully shot film.

Ed Norton: That ass is no illusion.

Cold, Spooked, Drunk

Ever take a cemetary tour at night in October? If you ever do bring spirits with you and drink it fast. Makes the whole thing alot better.

The weeks leading up to Halloween are a personal favorite. You can do all sorts of wacky shit and generally find a group already doing it. An article in the paper was giving readers the "heads up" on the not well known activities that go on around here. Apple orchards, Japanese gardens, and pumpkin patches galore. But what caught my eye was the midnight tour by candlelight of one of the oldest cemetaries in the new world. Having grown up with a cemetary literally right around the corner I am not afraid to walk into a graveyard after sun down. But this one was different. This was a tour where the organizers had people walking around the cemetary in costume dressed as some of the more famous residents of the land beneath our feet. To catch the silhouette of a man in a top hat in the dark from about 40 feet away will make you take a pull from the flask too.

Bork Bork Bork

Go Click It

Ever clicked on this button in the top right corner of most sites hosted here?

Try it and see where you land. In some cases you'll land in a great new world with lots to say. In other cases you'll land somewhere where they speak a different language than you. But more often than not your going to end up somewhere you do not want to be at all.

It's a scary world out there, better bring a towel with you.

What would you do...

... if you came home to find your trash can occupied by a grouch?

... if you discovered that toothpaste tastes great on steak.

... if that old guy around the corner shoots at the old ladies on the block with a BB gun to get their attention.

... if you realized that all this time what you thought was green was more of a deep purple?

... if you did drink that last magarita over Jerry's house.

... if you had to do it all over again except this time stick your dick in the mashed potatoes?

... if hot dogs suddenly leaped to your rescue against the army of the hamburger squadron?

... if you opened a jar of pickles and got sucked into it.

... if the neighbors dog dug up your backyard and found the bodies you had buried there?

... if you could fly to the moon in an energy bubble powered by you whistling Talking Heads tunes.

... if you were cursed to laugh uncontrollably at others misfortune?

... if you went to Hershey Park and developed a peanut allergy?

... if you kept reading to this point and said this fucker is nuts.

... if you could swing through the trees like an orangatan?

... if you had to pick up all the dirt by hand on your carpet right now.

... if you just walked into the local bakery and started throwing pies at everyone and then paid for them all with pennies?

... if you decided that enough time had passed since you last ate lima bean yogurt?

... if you had reached this point and are shaking your head.

... if you couldn't stop reading this shit.

... if you knew k o w was just fucking with you now.

... if he said there would be a prize if you read 5 more.

... if you counted this as number one.

... if you counted this one as number two.

... number three.

... if you knew you were going to be hornswaggled today?

By the Numbers

Saturday
4 clips fired out of one MP5.
100 .38 caliber out of friends gun, don't know make or model.
2 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
1 cup of milk.
6 pizzas ordered for beginning of bachelor party.
3 cases of beer.
3 cases of soda.
6 fights on UFC pay per view.
2 buddies swearing they could have turned pro in baseball at dinner.
52 cards per table.
4 tables.
6 guys each.
one poker tournament.
2 discussions with friends about "koi" fishing in the neighbors pond.
32 koi counted while fishing with french fries.
4 wheels on truck.
2 passengers with me driving.
$25 cover charge for strip club.
$15 given back to me in ones following me handing over $40 to get in.
3 beers drank.
2 boobs
x
22 strippers
=
44 boobs
1 ex-girlfriend from 8th fucking grade now a "dancer".
1 ex-coworker now a "dancer" at same club as above.
"$0" quoted to me for a lapdance by said ex-girlfriend from 8th fucking grade.
5 times I said "no thanks".
6 times I had to say to myself that 8th grade was...
15 years ago.
15 ones stil in my pocket after leaving.
one pillow
one blanket
one bed.
one great fucking bachelor party.

Bump in the Night

Around 4 am I decided to go outside and walk around . The cloudy night had completely blocked out the moon forcing me to turn on the the porch lights. So I turned to look down the side porch to see what was making a sound and saw nothing. Shot my flashlight into the woods and there was nothing there. Before I went back in I set up a video camera to catch the raccoon, possum, whatever it was making the noise outside. I heard the noise again around 4:30 am after I went inside and came out to look around. Again nothing so I checked the tape and this is what I caught...

You do not want to see the video... you wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Mowing in the Nude

Sure I mow in the nude, doesn't everyone? You know just go out to your yard, fire up the lawnmower, lose all of your clothes, turn invisible and then go about the task of cutting the grass. There was one time where the mower nearly chopped off my right foot but no one saw it since I was invisible. All they saw was the jerking motion on the mower handle .


Go ahead and say it. There are no fingers in the gloves right? Therefore I must be behind the camera in the pic taking the photo. You could be right about that actually.

Nicaragua

In 1995 I had the opportunity to spend two weeks in Nicaragua with a family in Managua. A great country that when spoken of people automatically conjure up bad images of Sandanistas with guns and drug lords. There's alot more to the populace than what the outside world thinks or what is shown to us by the media.

Anyway back to the story my time in the country was wonderful. I remember one day the mother of the family I was staying with asked me in Spanish "Es usted a casa enfermo?", which in English is "Are you home sick?" I told her I wasn't and she nodded ok and went about her way. I went out that day and ventured through the country side running into some guerillas and the such. Upon my return that night Anna, the mother, had gone out to the local store and bought a Coca Cola and some cheese and made me a grilled cheese sandwich. It was one of the most thoughtful things ever done for me.

I haven't spoken or traded any mail with them since 1998.

Believe in Ghosts?

9/something/06

Just woke up from a siesta where I was having a dream. In it I had just stormed out of a picnic where people kept eating all of the food off of my plate. I hopped in a car and started driving. Somehow I ended up on a bike and was cruising through a record store on it when a clerk stopped me. He sent me outside where there was a line of women waiting to audition for America's Top Model. So I rode my bike down the line then returned to the store and looked in the window. Through the window all of the women were being made to eat lollipops. So I turned to pedal away when a van started chasing me. Men with pig masks and bearing submachine guns started chasing after me on foot. Somehow I ran into my house and hid under the floor in a secret hideaway spot. The pigmen ran straight over where I was hiding so I opened up the trap door and was back at the picnic with another plate of food and a woman dressed in all white manning the grill.

I always wonder just what in the fuck dreams like this actually mean if they do indeed mean anything.

Ebay

Anyone ever had their ebay account invaded? That's what ebay is telling me. Apparently some fuckhead decided to hop into my account and start fucking around. I've taken all of my info off of ebay and paypal to be sure and it doesn't look like anything has hit my wallet yet but who knows.

3 for 3

For the 2006 wedding season the "author" of this here site has kept a perfect record for doing the following list at each wedding attended.

1. Wear a red shirt and tie.
2. Start the night of drinking off with a Jack and water.
3. Never finish said Jack and water.
4. Retell the story of New Years Eve 1996 to someone's date.
5. Realize that was over 10 years ago and order another beer.
6. Somehow leading the group in singing that Neil Diamond song that no one knows the name of but everyone knows the words to.
7. Get a second serving of pudding.
8. Break up a fight in the men's room between ex-boyfriends and current boyfriends.

Yup 3 for 3 this year.

Thought of the Day

If I walk into a pub and theres an angry drunken stingray at the other end looking for a fight I'm not going to fuck with her. She's bad news.

Virgin

Ever had one?
I've had two myself.
First one was terrible in bed.
She was almost a recluse when I first met her. She came up to me at a hockey game I was playing in and told me I looked like Pavel Bure. After that we dated and she and I eventually well... see the title. I was a scumbag back then and actually dumped her about 3 months after deflowering her. Something she still mentions to her friends today.

The second virgin worked out much better actually. More later.

"Weeds" Teaches Masturbation

Weather Bunnies

Seems every channel on my television dial now features some hot, young weather girl telling me it's going to be wet tommorow and that I'm going to need my rubbers out there. Well no shit. I'm probably going to need my rubbers sooner before later if she bends over anymore in her blouse with the plunging neckline. I don't think they require degrees to read the weather anymore. Gone are the old guys who knew what the hell they were talking about. Now all you need is a fresh face, boobs, and a skimpy yet professional looking skirt that comes down just over your ass cheeks. I haven't had such an interest in the weather report before.

It's come to the attention of my bladder that a large banana and strawberry smoothie isn't a great idea before walking into a 2 hour lecture on the digestive system. I was dancing up a storm in that lecture hall aisle and didn't move as not to disrupt the rest of the class, all 250 of them.

Paul Shaffer from the David Letterman show looks weirder each time I watch the show. I don't watch that much but here I am now thinking "He looks like an ugly piano playing troll."

Yeah so I took a golf class here in my return to full time status. I need a breather between the 6 other classes I have and where else can I go and smash something for an hour 3 days a week in the middle of the day?

I need new underwear. There's a cold front coming in or something and "Bunny" just nearly popped out of her shirt while reaching for a cloud.

Oh HBO is playing reruns of that show "Cathouse" which follows the goings on in a brothel in Reno, NV. All these girls are saying they're the smart ones because they get paid to do something they love. Well I guess if fucking fat, hairy slobs with receding hairlines is your kind of kink then it is the ideal job for you.

I'd be a whore if I could.

NO way! CBS slimmed down Katie Couric in promo pics? This just in America, there isn't a photo put out by a media outlet today that has been touched up. She's not a weather bunny so I guess it needed to be done.

Strange New World

Log Date, 8/29/06: I touched down 2 days ago into this new land and it's been rather difficult as of late to get my bearings. On Monday I parachuted into this terrain that looked familiar to me from high up but is now very foreign. The sights and smells are different. The locals all seem to be close to ten years my younger while the elders that stand at the front of each assembly seem to be more of a peer of mine. The local females display much more skin than one was used to seeing when I would fly over the area before. And the males seems uneducated and more burned out than what I had hypothesized.

The locals all walk along now plugged into small units with white wires running into the ears as if listening to something. I'd have at the wires with my machete but I fear it wouldn't do much good as there are so many of them wired up in this fashion now that I wouldn't be able to escape the horde that would fall upon me.

I have been eating alot of the local fruits. They are easily accessible thanks to merchants who set up their wares on each corner I round. It is good and thus far I have been able to manage without any ill effects.

My chopper out of here won't be back for awhile. I either have to try and fit in with this new society or I'll be trampled.

Fuck Humidity

Chime in if you agree. If you don't then you must be in Arizona.

I haven't been around because...

13 Minutes of Pryor

Precipice

Looking out here from the edge I can see nothing but good things.
It's only when I look down that I feel a little less secure than I was just moments before.
Today is the last day of the last four and a half years.
The peers are all in agreement.
Now is the time and place.
And I am in complete agreement.

Lesson Learned

When you post 5 minutes of completely open access to your website people will log in and post pictures of an ass.

Tis' a lovely thing.

My A$$

Love, Brandon

I am a Pee Pee Head

And I love the cock :)

HNT- LaCock!

Yes!
Wanna see a bunch of people get half naked today? Sure you do, your heart still beats correct? Head on over to Osbasso's site to check it all out.

And remember to keep on LaRockin'!

Offal

Today we're serving Scrapple. What you've never heard of the stuff? Scrapple maybe the greatest breakfast food you've never had. Now before I get into telling you what scrapple actually is I should tell you to look past the ingredient list and just try some. It's a pork product that comes from... ahh fuck it here's what's on the Wiki for it...

Scrapple is typically made of hog offal, such as the head, eyes, heart, liver, bladder, and other scraps, which are boiled with any bones attached (often the entire head), to make a broth. Once cooked, bones and fat are discarded, the meat is reserved, and (dry) cornmeal is boiled in the broth to make a mush. The meat, finely minced, is returned, and seasonings, typically sage, thyme, savory, and others, are added. The mush is cast into loaves, and allowed to cool thoroughly until gelled.

Now I know your basically saying "Fuck you k o w if you think I'm going to eat that shit." and I'd be in agreement with ya if I had never been exposed to it before. Yes basically it's everything not used on the pig chopped up, boiled, and then mixed with cornmeal and gelled together into a small gray brick. Not appetizing for sure but the flavor of the stuff is second to none.

I prepare mine much in the way everyone else does. I slice the loaf into quarter inch patties and fry it up. Put it on the plate with some scrambled eggs and top the whole lot with ketchup.

Hi, I'm a Dork with a Penis

Enlightenment

It was a cool summer evening in August with little to no humidity weighing down the breeze. The smell of lavender wafted along mixing with the fragrances coming off of the bakery down the road. As I laid in the grass of the backyard looking up at the night sky viewing the first meteor shower these eyes had ever seen I began to feel a peace. Real, true tranquility. It was surreal lying there staring up at the stars for what felt like the first real true time it had happened. Suddenly I was 10 again learning something for the first time. The synapses were going off in my mind as I tracked the movement of bright orbs in the night sky.

Then a possum sniffed at my toe. I freaked. It hissed. And we both ran the opposite way from one another screaming like schoolgirls.

I've Been Nano'd

I now own an ipod. Yes I bought an Apple product. It's fucking sexy. This is going to be a short post as I'm trying to put files on this thing. One song at time isn't cutting it. Any ipod vets out there wanna help out your buddy here?

EDIT:
Hey if you do a podcast, listen to a podcast, use a podcast as bait, fry podcasts on the stove, fold podcasts as soon as they come out of the dryer, drive podcasts to ballet, or covet your neighbors podcast leave a comment here pointing me to it.

HNT

That's my foot and hers. Yes some people on the internet meet in real life and take photos of their feet.

Cars

k o w :So how was the beef and beer last Friday.
T: Fun, sorry you missed it.
Get into any trouble?
Don't I always? "A" brought a friend who brought a friend.
Ready made blind date, can't beat that.
Yeah see I didn't get home until 6 am.
You didn't fuck him did you?
Yeah I did, I think it was because he drove a brand new Corvette.
So you fucked him because he drove a Vette'?
I think so, is that bad?
Nah, cars are an essential part of pulling ass. That night it did it's job.

Tagged!

I got tagged by one of my favorite internet people lechatquiapeur. You may know her as the only person to ever write for this here site besides me. That's because she kicks ass so without further ado here goes...
Four things about me you may not have known:
A) Four jobs I have had in my life: HVAC Installer, Professional Wrestler, Cherry Picker, and Investigator
B) Four movies I could watch over and over: Young Frankenstein, Blazing Saddles, Braveheart, Pulp Fiction
C) Four places I have lived:Philadelphia, Frankford, Rambler Park, and Wildwood, NJ
D) Four TV shows I love to watch: This Old House, nip/tuck, CBS Sunday Morning, and Deadwood
E) Four places I've been on vacation: Las Vegas, Grand Canyon, Disney World, Brazil!
F) Four of my favorite websites: Comcast (email), BBC, CBS Sportsline, and Gorillamask.
G) Four of my favorite foods: Banana, Beer, Spaghetti and Sausage, Anything cooked over an open flame on a grill with charcoal.
H) Four friends I will tag: I can't pick just four so I'm tagging everyone right on the ass who stops by here regularly.
Right now I would rather be: Traveling the globe seeking adventure.

Schwing!

I do miss the old Buck Rogers TV show. Erin Gray was such a hot piece of ass. All she wore was form fitting jumpsuits while defending the galaxy along side Buck and his pals. I'm going to miss the old water cooler type discussions I get into here in the zoo. We started out talking about the Alaskan oil lines and ended up on Buck Rogers. Only in here will something like that occur.

Club Protection

Some guys put tigers or sharks on top of their golf clubs.
Some guys use flags or simple material to cover theirs.
But not me, not after this weekend.
You see my clubs are now protected by the greatest dog off all time.
My dog.
Toby, the half poodle, half sheepdog.

Don't you think he'll look great on top of this? I do.

8 Inches of "Male"?

R: I had 8 inches of mail this morning.
k o w: Say what?
R: I had 8 inches of mail this morning. On my desk.
k o w: 8 inches of male on your desk this morning huh, how was it.
R: Tough, it was heavy too.
k o w: What? It couldn't have been more than a pound or two.
R: About that I guess, I didn't weigh it.
k o w: How long did it take before you got the male done?
R: Only about half an hour.
k o w: Quite the stud then was he?
R: What?
k o w: The male on your desk this morning, all 8 inches of him.
R: Huh? Oh your so fucking dirty sometimes.
k o w: Wait you came to me just now and said you had 8 inches of mail/male on your desk. What did you expect?
R: I'm taking you to McDonald's for lunch now. It's your punishment.

Rubber Balls & Liqour

This one was funny as piss in 2nd grade.

Just say "Rubber Balls and Liquor" after each of the following statements.

1. What did you eat for breakfast this morning?

2. What did you eat for lunch today?

3. What did you have for dinner yesterday?

4. What did you do to Sister Rita last night?



Yeah it's lame but that joke was a hit in Sister Rita's room when I was seven.

Social Call?

k o w: Hey Suzy
Suzy: Oh hi!
Hey I need a file pulled.
Oh I thought this might be a social call.
Well work can be social.
With you leaving and all I thought you'd might want to get a drink sometime.
But I just needed a file pulled.
Let me get that for you right away.
Thanks.
And we have to have lunch or dinner before you leave.
Sure.

It's amazing what turning in your resignation turns up. I have no less than 12 lunch or dinner invitations for the next 3 weeks. If you want free meals and drinks quit your job today!

Breakfast

For some it's a coffee and a cigarette.
Others it's a blueberry muffin lathered in butter.
Some may name their dog "Breakfast".
While some will skip it all together waiting until lunch for a bite.
But today I called the following breakfast and it may have been the best meal I ever had.


Ok, since blogger is refusing to display it picture this. A plate with three pancakes on it. But these aren't your ordinary pancakes these are different. They have Gummy Bears in them. It's a diabetic's nightmare but who can resist?

How True

"When we die, we may be set to write an essay on our life story. Fifty years behind a desk will be summed up in a few paragraphs while a few days in the wilds will expand into the story."
- Stephen Graham

Thanks to Velocity Engine for showing me this quote 3 years ago. I really should have read it more at the time because I would have tendered my resignation back then and have my degree by now. But instead I tendered it last Friday. It goes into effect 8/18/06. Making August 19th the first day I get to expand into my story.

Tagged... Sorta

Suburban Joe got tagged this week and since he threw it out there for everyone I decided to pick it up and post because frankly I had nothing today except for a small story of me, a buddy, and a 400 lb. S14 motor we just pulled out of a Nissan 240SX. Yeah I lost ya already right there I know... so anyway onward with this linky taggy kindy thingie.

Five things in my wallet:
Lock of hair from my first and only dog.
My gf's phone number from the night she gave it to me.
ATM card
Library Card
Sam's Club Card

Five things in my refrigerator:
Peaches
Iron Hill Russian Imperial Stout (750 ml)
Homemade Pico de Gallo
Arm and Hammer Baking Soda
Mandarin oranges and whole cranberries mixed together in a container.

Five things in my closet:
Skeletons
An ongoing school science fair project from 1985 involving the decomposition of assorted materials in a controlled liquid enviroment. Hi I'm a nerd.
My Pet Monster ------------->
My Tippman A-5
A 3' warhammer made out of cedar.

Five things in my car:
Fishing rod and vest
Fix-a-flat
Wiffle ball and bat
Sirius Satellite Radio
Emergency Deodorant

Beetle Bags

I placed one of those Japanese Beetle bags in my backyard last weekend. It's supposed to attract and trap all of the beetles flying around in your backyard. When I checked on it last night I had well over 300 beetles in it, simply amazing.

Well this morning I walked out to find an 02' Volkswagon Beetle in my backyard on it's side.

I guess those bags really do work well.

(rimshot)

Teddy Bear Orgy

Yeah I bet you expected something less obscene for your Monday morning didn't you? Well I didn't expect to crawl inside of a $12 bottle of wine and have it obliterate me on Sunday either. And I really didn't expect to go into the room down the hall in her place to find Beanie Babies having an orgy of prolific proportions. Luckily I was able to capture the phenomenon with my camera. Share with your co-workers, friends, and family because this kind of content is completely worksafe.


First rule of Teddy Bear orgy... Wine bought for less than $15 will fuck you up!

Poolside

It was 1994 and I had convinced her to walk with me all the way down the Wildwood beach. I had scouted a location at the very end of the sandy isle that looked out over the western bay as the sun went down. When we got there I busted open a bottle of wine, a simple merlot, I had smuggled from a friends liquor cabinet and we proceeded to just knock back the bottle without the use of glasses. It was so simple of a moment. Blazing orange sky, complete innocence, and an overwhelming sense of peace. We just sat there watching the tide and sharing banter back and forth and the occasional odd but oh so nice incidental contact. The kind where someone could touch your elbow yet you feel it everywhere in your body. The slight breeze coming off the ocean called for me to wrap my shirt around her as goosebumps rised over her skin. And we just sat there, kissing, groping, snuggling after awhile and finishing a bottle of "borrowed" wine wondering if we'd ever get the chance again to be right there in that moment.

We never did.

I left Wildwood the next day like I did each of the previous 5 years there. Wondering if I would ever get back to that point on the bay at the southern tip of the island the next year. I never did, but I think it's high time I did and I know just with who too.

Bonus'd

I don't know where I'm going with this found money.
Maybe Reno and a whore.
Maybe Hawaii and a pineapple.
or
Maybe I'll finally take that long fucking flight to the land where the toilets flush backwards.
They have wallaby's there.

More than likely though I'll end up sitting on it and then wonder why in 20 years why I did that.

I'm really tired of sitting.

Randal

They used to call me Randal when I worked at Blockbuster video back in the day. I would work the late shift to midnight on weeknights and after 10pm you'd get the same people coming in all the time. My boss was appalled by some of the things I would discuss with the customers. Sex scenes in movies, bloodiest horror films, and just how much a certain movie fucking sucked. I was actually written up but then my boss chilled when he saw sales and rentals actually going up when I was on. People were coming in to hang out in the store to watch the films I would put on. I would take off the standard trailer playing on all of the televisions and put on Basic Instinct,
9 1/2 Weeks, or Evil Dead. People would come in buy a bag of popcorn (which we'd pop for them), a couple of sodas and then just sit or stand around watching a movie with me and whoever else were working that night. I'd pause a film and yell at the screen. Customers would join in as well and it became a weekly in store tradition, "Movie Night with Randal." I was not PC. I told people exactly what I thought of whatever they brought up to me to rent. If I didn't like it I told them the movie "sucked more than Traci Lords" and they would laugh and then go get another movie.

I was eventually scheduled to work Sunday mornings as well so I would open the store and do what I did on the weeknights, play lousy, stinky, soft core porn, or horror movies. The same people started showing up to rent and this time they'd bring me coffee and danish for breakfast. We'd sit there and I would put in some random kids cartoon show and we'd all sit there and bust on it. I never had so much fun at the workplace.

When my last day working there came I sat on the counter and greeted people as they came in. Some brought cards, some brought porn on VHS for me to take with me. As the clock turned 10 pm I had a group of 8-10 people anxiously awaiting what movie would be the final film I would watch with them at Blockbuster. It was a no brainer for me and after I got permission from my store manger to play it without being censored I put into the VCR....

18,000 Gallon Bath Tub

I took a personal day today. It's been close to 100 degrees here in sunny Philadelphia and I decided to spend the day reading a book in the pool while drinking Corona.

It was just what the doctor in my head prescribed.

Meat Section

So I'm food shopping last night and enjoying the activity as much as I can. The produce section was a blast as I bagged up some corn and potatoes. Then it was off to grab a bottle of mustard and some ketchup. As I was exiting the condiment aisle I headed towards the meat section to grab a couple of steaks when I noticed a woman in scrubs holding a pepperoni. She wasn't just holding the pepperoni she was stroking it. At this point I looked around to see if anyone else was catching the show I was and an older woman just looked at me and gave me the dirtiest look. So I stood there as this woman basically was walking up and down the aisle giving the piece of cured meat a hand job. After about 45 long seconds she turned and caught my eye. I just smiled as her face grew red and she looked away.

That was the most fun in the meat section I've ever had.

There's No Talking To a Wall

k o w: It's not the Beatles.
The Wall: Ummm... yes it is.
Just because it sounds like a Beatles song doesn't mean it was written and performed by them.
It's a Beatles song, trust me.
No it's Mott the Hoople.
Who?
Mott the Hoople, you never heard of them.
No because you just made that name up.
Negative, they used to perform with Bowie I believe.
Well I don't believe you. I know the young dudes song is a Beatles song. I have the CD with it on there.
Oh really which one is that.
Joe burned me a disc of all Beatles songs and it's on there.
Well he's wrong too then.
I hate when you get like this.
What? When I'm right and your wrong?
Mott the Hoople is not the name of a band. Maybe something from Seuss?
No it's a band and they performed "All the Young Dudes", not the Beatles.
Well I think your full of shit.

Ladies and gentlemen I present to you a common discussion with the Wall.

Over Dinner...

Dinner conversations when out with my friends can get a little well...


Women in Pink, Men in Blue
P: I think it's bullshit.
M: What? Stuffing a bra?
P: Yup, it's false advertisement.
S: I did it and it worked.
J: Of course it did, we wanted boobs. But why get pissed at us when we look surprised when seeing the real deal.
M: Like you give a shit at that point.
P: We do. To trot out a shirt showcasing ample boobage and then to have them either drop out of site or be next to non existant is a bait and switch operation.
S: What about toupees?
J: Cowards, detractors from the cause.
P: Agreed.
M: So you agree on that then?
P: Sure why wouldn't I? If a guy is going bald I'm with Carlin saying let nature run it's course.
S: But the same doesn't apply to our tits?
P: No because you have girls tissue stuffing at 13.
J: Yeah you don't see guys going bald or trying to hide it in middle school.
M: What about push up bras?
P: They serve their purpose.
S: Explain.
P: Well they hold up the jugs getting you the wearer the looks you still desire. You have to have boobs to wear them so no false advertisement there and by the time we have you in the sack your on your back where droopage no longer matters.
J: Yup, fried eggs.
M: Huh?
P: Fried egg titties, when women lay down on their back their boobs go to the side making their boobs look like fried eggs.
S: Where do you come up with this shit?
M: Don't ask, it's everyday.
S: I'm so sorry.

Answer an Age Old Question

So...

Why did the chicken cross the road?

"Duck'd"

After shooting a piss poor 101 yesterday at the local course I think all golf courses are designed by Satan himself. He comes to course designers in their dreams and inspires them to carve out of the land a horrid mess meant to discourage a man from ever even picking up his 3 wood again. Sand, hills, ponds, rabbits, and ducks all instruments of his evil war being played against those of us who take up the good fight with our irons and woods.

I sent 5 balls to a watery grave yesterday. One was knocked in by a duck. It sat on the bank of the pond in what appeared to be a pretty good lie but as I approached the mallard herd decided to waddle their tail feathers towards my ball. The faster I walked to try and rustle them away from it proved fruitless as one fowl decided he'd play World Cup with it and thus launched it into the shallows.

Hah! Satan is at work again. He's not allowing me to upload the pictures I have of my said ball in it's aquatic tomb. Which actually might be a blessing in disguise as I would be cited by PETA. For some reason there is a plethora of duck feathers floating through the air in the picture. Couldn't be from someone kicking a duck could it?

(author's note, no ducks were harmed in this round of golf.)

Regular?

Is it a good sign that when you walk into a pub the owner of the place yells out your name welcoming you?

I don't go in there that much.

Do I?

I guess it's official.

I'm now a regular.

Hey you know what happens when you reach that status?

Your included everytime someone buys a round.

VHS Scuplture

My profile question just inspired me. I'm going to build a sculpture out of all of my old VHS tapes.

Then I'm going to spray paint it purple and green. Then I'll wrap it in velvet of some color and entitle it "Porn Morphed".

Because all of my good porn is still on VHS.

Yup

I am now on the high seas on a jet ski. Yes complete with high speed internet access and a built in PC, get over it. The ship I had been sailing on was attacked by Amazons. They approached our starboard side in banana boats. Literally they were rowing giant bananas while wearing the tiniest of bikinis and carrying spears. They jumped on our boat and started attacking us. We couldn't fight back as striking something so beautiful was just wrong so we started spraying them down with baby oil and milk chocolate. This made them slippery to grab. After an hour of fighting they took me below deck and forced me to make love to their leaders. It was terrible I felt like a piece of meat. Thankfully my libido kept me in the game and I was able to complete each time I mated with one of their leaders. One looked like Linda Carter in the 70's. The other looked like Linda Carter in the early part of this decade. I did what they forced me to do and then I was shown back up to the observation deck.

Surrounded by Amazon's in bikinis covered in baby oil and chocolate isn't as fun as it may sound. Especially since I had just spent 5 minutes down below making women of their leaders. They started to dance around me in some form of ritual. I noticed behind them a bunch of my crewmates were being thrown overboard. Then all of a sudden I heard a whir coming from behind me. As I turned the Amazons formed defensive positions. In the distance I could see approaching one of the most dreaded sites on the high seas. Robotic sea turtles fitted with helicopter rotors and machine guns. If I had a nickle for each time I evaded these things I'd have 15 cents right now. The Amazons were all set for the attack so I slipped away and made my way to the rear of the ship where we had stowed away the jet ski's I had won on the Price is Right.

As the turtles approached explosions began all around the Amazons. It was time for me to get out of there so I hopped on one of the jet ski's and took off for safety on the high seas. As I looked back the Amazons and robotic sea turtles were locked in mortal combat, then an explosion occured blowing the entire ship to smithereens. All that chocolate wasted.

So if your in the area I could use a pick up. I'm on the jet ski in the middle of the Carribean with the PC built into it.

Yup.

Hoes

While driving into the farm this morning I noticed a young man wearing a shirt with something written on it. The saying was "I don't love these hoes!" Now I instantly asked myself how could someone not love a hoe. It's one of the greatest garden tools of all time, right up there with the spade and the pruner.

The guy certainly looked like he enjoyed his salad. He was a big boy making the saying the size of a billboard message along the highway. I wonder if he sits there at dinner saying "I don't love hoes but I love my salad!" Hoes are used in the cultivation of salad makings and thus this guy is a hypocrite.

Personally I love hoes. I work with mine each day working it back and forth slowly. I always wear protection when I'm with my hoe. First a hoe may give you splinters and they hurt and may require medication if it gets infected. Second you don't know who may have been working with your hoe before you so you should always wear gloves. Let's say your neighbor has been lusting after your hoe and while you were out they came over and used your hoe without you knowing. You'd be pretty pissed I bet, I know I would be. Also in my experience a dirty hoe is a good hoe. There's some stories a dirty hoe could tell if anyone would listen.

So in conclusion "I love those hoes."

Banana

Inspired by Booster's comment this is now a "Create your own subtitle" post.

Happy Fourth of July

2 Virgins

Two virgins are just weeks away from getting married. The soon to be bride turns to her fiancee and says "Honey I want you to know before our wedding night that I have small breasts." He quickly states back "Well since we're sharing I want you to know that I'm hung like a baby."

The wedding day comes and the reception was great. As the newlyweds stand in the honeymoon suite the bride takes off her dress and asks her new husband "What do you think?" "I think they're great" he states and now it's his turn. He unzippers his pants and drops his drawers. She immediately faints and he catches her in his arms. An hour later she wakes up. "You said you were hung like a baby!" "I am my love, I'm 20 inches long and it weighs about 7 pounds."

Stark Reality

Imagine for a second that your a doctor. Years and years of study followed by an accomplished career of healing at a clinic you helped establish. You've got a nice house in the suburbs, x amount of kids in the yard and a loving husband/wife to come home to every night. Life couldn't be better.

Than a year ago a corporate entity bought the clinic you have helped run for years. The new administration calls a meeting and demands the doctors to start prescribing only certain types of medications. "In the interest of keeping our clinic open." your told as a major pharmaceutical company is part of the ownership group now in control of the clinic. Your treatments are reviewed on a weekly basis by an accountant in another state. Your issued a report per month listing the total costs of the treatments and medications you prescribed to your patients. Your also given a list of alternative treatments and medications offered for you to start using. You know these alternatives are no where near as effective as the one's your used to prescribing but times are changing and costs matter more now than ever before.

Then earlier this week you were called in for a meeting. Everyone in the room wore a suit and had a briefcase while you showed up in scrubs, a white lab coat and a stethoscope. Your informed by the people in suits with the briefcases that your contract with the clinic you helped establish will not be renewed. Your to clean out your office by the Friday of the next week. When you ask why your told you didn't follow the set procedure for patient care. You argue you were doing what was in the best interest of the patient but your words fall on deaf ears.

Your now a doctor of 25 years out of a job. This isn't a dream, this is reality.

Hazelnutted

Too much hazelnut coffee makes kow stay up at night writing on his site about drinking too much hazelnut coffee.

Too much hazelnut coffee makes kow stay up at night writing on his site about drinking too much hazelnut coffee.

Too much hazelnut coffee makes kow stay up at night writing on his site about drinking too much hazelnut coffee.

Too much hazelnut coffee makes kow stay up at night writing on his site about drinking too much hazelnut coffee.

My First YouTube

Well I think I finally got this video thing down.
Enjoy the Fuggo classic of Turtle Humping with me providing commentary.

Pretty Bird

This bird actually is black and a deep purple where you see blue in this photo. Absolutely spectacular in person I spent about 20 minutes with it when it finally hopped onto my finger. I didn't catch a photo of that as I was shaking like a leaf.

And wouldn't you know I didn't catch the name of the bird.

Go Outside

Go.
Turn off this PC, your email isn't that important.
Reading Fuggo is only fun in the office.
So just click the start button and begin the process of shut down.
Then stand up and stretch.
Feels good doesn't it?
That's your muscles yearning for activity.
Push our chair into your desk and go put on a pair of sneakers.
Go outside and instead of hopping in your car instead continue walking past it.
You'll soon notice somethings you haven't noticed in awhile.
Like the smell of freshly cut grass.
It's summertime and now your going to enjoy it.
Instead of being inside.

I don't internet in the summertime and neither should you.

HNT- Fuck The Sun

This shit hurts. Damn my Nordic ancestors! Anyone else just burn and heal all summer long?




An as a special bonus HNT, name the videogame I took this image from and win a prize. Yeah no shit a real fucking prize!!

Hell yeah!

The Q

I had the Motorola Q in my hand last night and ready to take home. I had been shopping for a new phone for the last month and this thing kept popping up into my head saying "Buy me". It's the siren of cellphones. Luring you in with all of it's functions from email, to camera phone, to the ability to read Fuggo while on the road. If this phone had boobs I would have bought it. But then something happened to me. The sales guy started reading off how much it was going to cost to purchase and how much a month my plan would be. The phone was going to be $199 to buy with a 2 year agreement and then be $79.99 for unlimited net use and the standard phone plan. Then he states that the accessories are $75 more and that their Bluetooth enabled! Ooh wow I thought for a second but then I said fuck this! With the phone in my hand I turned to the guy and said I don't want it. I don't want to have the internet with me at all times. I don't need to access my email 24/7. For those of you who email me think about how often I respond to them? Exactly so why would I want that function on my phone if I'm never going to use it? $80 a month is alot of dough. I currently pay $35 a month and I'm happy with that. I don't talk on the phone enough let alone browse the internet or email enough to justify the cost.

So I handed back the phone and instead got the cheapest little phone I could find. It makes phone calls, wakes me up when I set the alarm and best of all it has the same bowling game that my old phone had. Yup in the end it was the stupid bowling game that made my decision on a new phone purchase. I'm too easy.

Hey wait a second...

When I was in kindergarten I remember my teacher having a male friend who she would call "Mr. Goodbody". He would come into the classroom all the time and help Ms. Cherill with her work. I was 5 years old and at the time like my fellow students took the name as his literal last name and called him that all year. We were more concerned with finger paint than we were with Ms. Cherrill and Mr. Goodbody and whatever they were working on behind the divider in the room.

So...

You know what I just realized Goodbody couldn't have been his real name. That's just what Ms. Cherrill called him! He probably had a regular last name but since Ms. Cherrill liked "working" with him so much she dubbed him a new last name.

You see this is the kind of shit I remember clear out of the blue somedays.

Well...

As of June 15, 2006 I am officially a child of divorce. Pretty cool if you ask me.

This post brought to you by the letters M & D, and by the number 31.

The Week in Review, HNT

The last five days have been non stop. World Cup, zoo trips, wanna be lesbians, and people shoving my camera in places where it doesn't belong. Here is the week so far in review.

Beer Fest!Home made Burritos!


Bar girls return from before while I watch the World Cup.


Someone decides to take my camera and stick it up my shorts!


And to top it off get spit on by this camel at the zoo.


And it's only Thursday! Check out Osbasso for more info on this HNT deal.

Soccer and the Simpsons

Finally

About two weeks ago I happened to flip to the Lifetime network while looking for HBO. The movie playing had a very attractive woman in it so naturally I hung around to check her out. She was pretty hot and in the movie she began killing people for her boss so this was almost must see tv. So I'm watching it and turning away whenever Sean Young would be on the screen and in the end it was the boss who actually was behind all of the murders because she twisted her employee around her finger. It was a pretty good movie but you know what stood out most for me? Finally there was a film on Lifetime where it wasn't the man's fault. I actually jumped up and cheered.

Old School

Target Fun was just that... fun. And thanks to emulators you can now play them right on your PC. That is of course you own the original cartridge. Which of course everyone does. Atari kicked alot of ass in it's day.

New Talent

iui I am typing thisv wiyth my big toe. This ids toughh. the end,.

Water War

Ok remember when you were a kid and it was summer time and all the other kids on the street had the brand new water gun while you were stuck watching them have a fun time? Sure you do, you were pissed that you didn't have the new water gun and Mom wasn't letting you use the hose anymore since you squirted your neighbor's kitty.

So what did you do?

INSERT PICTURE OF A TURKEY BASTER HERE SINCE BLOGGER HATES PHOTOS

If your were like me you went and got the turkey baster out of the kitchen drawer and filled a bucket. Hell yeah! All of a sudden instead of delivering a small, tiny stream of water to someone's shirt you were soaking the living caca out of someone with every "baster full". No one could beat you in a water war. You were king of the street, the living embodiment of water war supremacy... right up until the point your mom walked out looking for her bucket she used to mop the floors with. All of a sudden all of your friends had that newly waxed glow about them.

Yeah turkey basters were the shit.

2 Years of FUGGO

It's been two years since this website first debuted with a salsa recipe. It's been a real joy to write. It was never meant to be about anything personal about me. Instead I meant it to be a place for a daily laugh or thought provoking view. I hope I have provided these for you in the time you have been visiting here.

Today I'm welcoming in one of the most gorgeous women I have yet to have dinner with. She has kindly wriiten a small post that I found to be great for a discussion.

Le chat qui a peur

What is it that makes freedom so intoxicating? You walk away, let go and all of a sudden you're dizzy with pleasure. Accountability becomes a thing of the past – something for "everyone else" to worry about. You are responsible for you and only you and you suddenly find yourself giggling over the idea. Not in a girlish *teeheehee* sort of way, but a near delirium, barely able to contain yourself *heempf*. If anyone were to look at you at that moment of enlightenment, when you realize you are truly free, they might think you've gone completely mad – or at least, very well on your way.
So what is it for you? What is it that makes you smile and go *heempf*??

World Cup Prediction

Quick and simple here. Germany will win the World Cup this year. Not it's not a form of home field advantage. It's simply because I think they have the team this year to do it. Brazil is the only team that scares me so far. And who knows maybe the U.S. will show up in the final and piss off the rest of the world even more.

By the way that is me dressed up in drag on my last trip to Berlin to attend a rally. For all of you out there wanting to know just how handsome a woman I'd make here you go.

Tommorow is the 2 year anniverary of the start of this site. I won't be writing tommorow's post. Instead after two years I've decided to share this space with someone else. Wanna find out who's making the first ever guest appearance as a writer? Click a link to this site and find out.

Golf Club

In some circles I'm known as Mr. Golf for my extreme take on mini golf. Don't worry I haven't included any of the pictures from the "extreme" game here as they were confiscated by the authorities. This pic is from the 2nd hole... before the game really got started in the grand tradition. You know where clothes come off, mid-course fountain dives are a tradition and you shoot for the 8th hole by starting on the 13th. Remember there is only two rules for "Golf Club", one the beer must be cold and two if children are around then each article of clothing won from another must be removed by the 16th hole.

Mouthful

6/6/06

This date reminds me of the time I played ice hockey against Satan and his team. He showed up one night in the pub drunk with power and holy water and started talking a whole hill of shit about how he could do anything he wanted. Tired of listening to him I challenged him to get a team of hellions together and play me and my buddies in ice hockey. He agreed and left to go get his team.

Two hours later me and my team were on the ice warming up when Satan and his gang walked in. "Your toast (k o w)!" he said to me and I just laughed it off. They laced up their skates and began to learn how to ice skate as we watched while laughing our asses off. "Having a problem?" I said to Satan as he held the wall while trying to get his feet under himself. "We'll still beat you and your buddies in ice hockey and then claim your souls for all of eternity!" he quipped back. "What do we get if we beat you Satan?" I asked. "" I will grant you all one wish each". It was agreed and the game was on.

From the start we just bashed the living shit out of him and his team. They couldn't skate worth a lick as there is no ice in Hell for them to practice on. By the end of the first period we had outscored them 5-0. Satan came gliding over to me and said "Listen maybe we can re-work this deal." I said no way and we continued on into the second. A fight broke out when my buddy crosschecked a hellion in the tail. The hellion couldn't swing a punch while standing in skates so our guy just punished him/it with crushing right hands. At the end of period 2 the score was now 8-0.

Satan again comes up to me to discuss the deal but I ignored him. At the faceoff to begin the third period he was punched in the face by my teammate which just started a bench clearing brawl between the teams. Horns, fists, hooves and skates all clashed in a battle on the ice. Me and my fellow mortals held our own before the fight was broken up by the refs. This was no longer a just for fun game with a little side bet. We skated harder than ever lighting up thier goalie with a flurry of shots. At the end of the game the final score was 15-0 in favor of us mortals. We had beaten Satan and his gang in ice hockey therefore getting us one wish.

What was that wish? Well we all wished to own a Taco Bell and have Satan and his staff work as it's night crew. So now when you visit the Taco Bell on Main St. and the guy frying your burrito has a tail you know why. That's Satan and he makes a mean gordito too.

It's the Parents...

I ran into my high school Bio teacher this weekend. After catching up I asked about the old school and how he was handling this generation of kids. "The kids are the same as they've ever been (kow) it's the parents that have changed." I asked him to explain. "You just have to see them, how they treat their kids, bow down to them as if to avoid confrontation. You need to see these parents when they come in for parent teacher meetings, they just don't give a shit." "Here they are paying close to $5,000 a year to send their kids to this school and they couldn't care less how their son is doing in his classwork."

That statement really made me think alot about the current state of this country's youth. Maybe it really isn't the kids who are flunking the class but the parents flunking the kid?

Thoughts?

(and thanks to everyone who commented on the test, the test failed. An enhanced Musical Monday entry later on. If we can get it to work.)

I Design... sorta

Ok So the pic doesn't wanna take a link. Click HERE.

Mothra at the Pump

This is why I carry my camera with me wherever I go. Chance encounters like this just don't happen everyday. Have a great weekend everyone.

HNT: Me Time

I'm a firm believer that no one should be inside of their homes on a weekend. We're there all week, why not get out and enjoy this blue green orb while we have the chance. Even if all that means is taking your favorite horse with you to go fishing.

The HNT concept was developed by Osbasso. Visit his site to figure it all out.

Come here Prior Maborel.

Good Boy.
The Creek
Let's FishWhoops!