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General | Posted 11 years agoHello all! I just wanted to let you all know this is kinda my secondary account. I use it mainly to watch and favorite things. I don't really anticipate much if any new content here. So, I wanted to thank my newer watchers like 
dontamure, 
lekitty2, 
simplelion, and 
hex666 for the attention, and to welcome you guys/ any newer watchers to message me over at 
stardustbun Common! Sit a spell! Stay a while! Say hello!
Looking forward to meeting you all!
- Star <3
dontamure, 
lekitty2, 
simplelion, and 
hex666 for the attention, and to welcome you guys/ any newer watchers to message me over at 
stardustbun Common! Sit a spell! Stay a while! Say hello! Looking forward to meeting you all!
- Star <3
various ways to travel.
General | Posted 12 years agoI just got off work and after today I feel like I've earned my frequent flyer status on Bull Shit Airlines. What that means is after you've flown with them enough people start giving you more shit to deal with in hopes that you'll start to care. But what happens is you just get sick of the shit and realize you no longer give a damn.
So I've thought about trying Fuck Off rail ways. They sound like the type of people that would just leave you alone. But as it turns out so little people travel the rail systems anymore that they don't have any fucks to give.
So my friends I've been experimenting with this new way to travel called binge drinking. Its amazing. It fills you with a false sense of security. Makes everything more bearable. And you might even pretend to care a little more. The way it works is you drink this magic elixir, and you have to drink a lot of it. Then you black out and when you wake up you have no idea where you are or how you got there. I assume that once you black out you bend time and space around you. The only toll you have to pay is a pickled liver but if you're worried about that you have to give a fuck. You might as well get back in line for Fuck Off Railways where you can ride the Fuck You Train all the way to Suck A Cock Blvd where you can play a couple rounds of Blow It Out Your Ass, Choke On It, and Bite Me. BTW their toll is two Give A Fucks so find another liver.
So I've thought about trying Fuck Off rail ways. They sound like the type of people that would just leave you alone. But as it turns out so little people travel the rail systems anymore that they don't have any fucks to give.
So my friends I've been experimenting with this new way to travel called binge drinking. Its amazing. It fills you with a false sense of security. Makes everything more bearable. And you might even pretend to care a little more. The way it works is you drink this magic elixir, and you have to drink a lot of it. Then you black out and when you wake up you have no idea where you are or how you got there. I assume that once you black out you bend time and space around you. The only toll you have to pay is a pickled liver but if you're worried about that you have to give a fuck. You might as well get back in line for Fuck Off Railways where you can ride the Fuck You Train all the way to Suck A Cock Blvd where you can play a couple rounds of Blow It Out Your Ass, Choke On It, and Bite Me. BTW their toll is two Give A Fucks so find another liver.
I have proof in something paranormal!
General | Posted 13 years agoWell... At least proof that TAPS and Ghost Hunters re full of shit...
Don't get me wrong; I do love a good ghost story. While most of these shows are somewhat unbelievable I find some entertainment in them. But, ghost shows, like Ghost Hunters, are so sensationalized anymore it's easy to question their legitimacy. Last night they aired their opening episode to season 9. ( Don't know what season they're on. is it nine?)
The first case took place at the John Sowden House, a house built in 1926 by Frank Lloyd Wright in LA. Some people suspect that this is where the murder of Elizabeth Short, also known as the Black Dahlia, took place. Seems Like a great place for an investigation wouldn't it? Maybe, except when you look at the goings on, and a few things surrounding the black Dahlia case the TAPS investigation comes across as fabricated.
Elizabeth Short's murder took place on January 15, 1947 in Los Angeles. She was tortured, dismembered (some speculate that she was still alive for the dismemberment), drained of her blood, then her cold lifeless corpse was arranged in a vacant lot to later be found early that morning. Her body was severed in two at the waist, her face slit open, and she appeared to be battered and bruised. Chunks of flesh had been removed here and there from her body, and one of her breasts skinned. There are many rumors surrounding her, but to my knowledge these details about the state of her corpse are fact.
There are other facts that make me question the legitimacy of the TAPS investigation.
1. The big one, one fact to rule them all: The case is still unsolved. No one knows who dun, where, or for why they did it.
2. Previous owners of the Sowden home have never claimed to have any kind of paranormal experiences.
3. Ms. Shorts Murder was so sensationalized that everyone wanted to be in on it, and still do!
Everybody did want to play a part in solving the Black Dahlia case. Psychics called in routinely. One lady walked five miles to say that if Elizabeth, or Betty, was buried holding an egg in her hand her killer would be found. One man wanted one of her eye balls. He promised to return it but he theorized that the image of her killer may have been burned into her eyes. He planned to photograph the image of the villain then present it to the LAPD when he returned Betty's eye.
There were a great many other that confessed out right to the slaying. Most of them were found to be false and in many cases the confessors were thought to be chasing after the fame that came with the brutal killing of a wanna be movie star. A murder of a small time actress who knew and may have been intimately involved with Marilyn Monroe; a murder that was so grandly sensationalized and so closely watched by the media would offer a nice bounty of fame, wealth and infamy to anyone who solved it, did it, or played a part. Still, despite an extensive list of prime suspects, no one knows who what or why, and the case sits unsolved.
FACT: Everyone wanted a piece of the pie.
Authors have written books about Betty, her life, and her death. Janice Knowlton, wrote a book in which she claims that her father was the Black Dahlia killer. According to her book Elizabeth Short was a pedophile, and would traffic children for a quick buck. Elizabeth and her father, according to Janice Knowlton, would frequently abuse her.
Another author Steve Hodel wrote another book, titled Most Evil. He too claimed his father, Dr. George Hill Hodel was also the Black Dahlia killer, and that the torture and murder took place in in his child hood home, the John Sowden House. Steve not only claims that his father was the Black Dahlia killer but, was also the Lipstick Killer, and even the Zodiac killer. Steve Hodel and his father are what connect TAPS and Ghost Hunters to the Sowden house, were supposedly the murder took place and TAPS many years later investigated.
By Steve Hodel's claim his father slew a great many people including a 6 year old girl, and two other women during the Lipstick Killer spree, hence why TAPS would say murders in stead of murder. However, the Lipstick Killings took place in Chicago and not LA. It's by Steve Hodel's word that TAPS has any claim to their investigation of the Sowden home. But, Steve Hodel's theory is one theory out of hundreds. I would find their investigation more believable if for certain we knew that Dr. George Hodel was, indeed, the Black Dahlia Killer and that with Dr. Hodel the case was solved. But, with everyone wanting to cash in on and be part of the Elizabeth Short's murder how can we be sure that that Steve Hodel's claims are nothing but an attempt to grasp at some claim to Hollywood fame or infamy? Especially, after such grandiose claims that his father also committed murders in Northern California, and Chicago. If you look at the profiles of the Lipstick and Zodiac killing sprees, and compare the methods in which the victims were slain to the Black Dahlia case, you might find that the three cases are very different from each other. With out knowing for certain that the Black Dahlia met her end at the Sowden home, and with out previous owners reporting paranormal experiences; I feel that Ghost Hunters' evidence of the Sowden home is debunked. Elizabeth Short was born in Medford, Mass and made a pilgrimage to LA with stars in her eyes and her heart set on fame. Now, in her death she serves as a pedestal for others to stand on while they grasp for their stars.
Don't get me wrong; I do love a good ghost story. While most of these shows are somewhat unbelievable I find some entertainment in them. But, ghost shows, like Ghost Hunters, are so sensationalized anymore it's easy to question their legitimacy. Last night they aired their opening episode to season 9. ( Don't know what season they're on. is it nine?)
The first case took place at the John Sowden House, a house built in 1926 by Frank Lloyd Wright in LA. Some people suspect that this is where the murder of Elizabeth Short, also known as the Black Dahlia, took place. Seems Like a great place for an investigation wouldn't it? Maybe, except when you look at the goings on, and a few things surrounding the black Dahlia case the TAPS investigation comes across as fabricated.
Elizabeth Short's murder took place on January 15, 1947 in Los Angeles. She was tortured, dismembered (some speculate that she was still alive for the dismemberment), drained of her blood, then her cold lifeless corpse was arranged in a vacant lot to later be found early that morning. Her body was severed in two at the waist, her face slit open, and she appeared to be battered and bruised. Chunks of flesh had been removed here and there from her body, and one of her breasts skinned. There are many rumors surrounding her, but to my knowledge these details about the state of her corpse are fact.
There are other facts that make me question the legitimacy of the TAPS investigation.
1. The big one, one fact to rule them all: The case is still unsolved. No one knows who dun, where, or for why they did it.
2. Previous owners of the Sowden home have never claimed to have any kind of paranormal experiences.
3. Ms. Shorts Murder was so sensationalized that everyone wanted to be in on it, and still do!
Everybody did want to play a part in solving the Black Dahlia case. Psychics called in routinely. One lady walked five miles to say that if Elizabeth, or Betty, was buried holding an egg in her hand her killer would be found. One man wanted one of her eye balls. He promised to return it but he theorized that the image of her killer may have been burned into her eyes. He planned to photograph the image of the villain then present it to the LAPD when he returned Betty's eye.
There were a great many other that confessed out right to the slaying. Most of them were found to be false and in many cases the confessors were thought to be chasing after the fame that came with the brutal killing of a wanna be movie star. A murder of a small time actress who knew and may have been intimately involved with Marilyn Monroe; a murder that was so grandly sensationalized and so closely watched by the media would offer a nice bounty of fame, wealth and infamy to anyone who solved it, did it, or played a part. Still, despite an extensive list of prime suspects, no one knows who what or why, and the case sits unsolved.
FACT: Everyone wanted a piece of the pie.
Authors have written books about Betty, her life, and her death. Janice Knowlton, wrote a book in which she claims that her father was the Black Dahlia killer. According to her book Elizabeth Short was a pedophile, and would traffic children for a quick buck. Elizabeth and her father, according to Janice Knowlton, would frequently abuse her.
Another author Steve Hodel wrote another book, titled Most Evil. He too claimed his father, Dr. George Hill Hodel was also the Black Dahlia killer, and that the torture and murder took place in in his child hood home, the John Sowden House. Steve not only claims that his father was the Black Dahlia killer but, was also the Lipstick Killer, and even the Zodiac killer. Steve Hodel and his father are what connect TAPS and Ghost Hunters to the Sowden house, were supposedly the murder took place and TAPS many years later investigated.
By Steve Hodel's claim his father slew a great many people including a 6 year old girl, and two other women during the Lipstick Killer spree, hence why TAPS would say murders in stead of murder. However, the Lipstick Killings took place in Chicago and not LA. It's by Steve Hodel's word that TAPS has any claim to their investigation of the Sowden home. But, Steve Hodel's theory is one theory out of hundreds. I would find their investigation more believable if for certain we knew that Dr. George Hodel was, indeed, the Black Dahlia Killer and that with Dr. Hodel the case was solved. But, with everyone wanting to cash in on and be part of the Elizabeth Short's murder how can we be sure that that Steve Hodel's claims are nothing but an attempt to grasp at some claim to Hollywood fame or infamy? Especially, after such grandiose claims that his father also committed murders in Northern California, and Chicago. If you look at the profiles of the Lipstick and Zodiac killing sprees, and compare the methods in which the victims were slain to the Black Dahlia case, you might find that the three cases are very different from each other. With out knowing for certain that the Black Dahlia met her end at the Sowden home, and with out previous owners reporting paranormal experiences; I feel that Ghost Hunters' evidence of the Sowden home is debunked. Elizabeth Short was born in Medford, Mass and made a pilgrimage to LA with stars in her eyes and her heart set on fame. Now, in her death she serves as a pedestal for others to stand on while they grasp for their stars.
bah humbug i guess. (yeah you know what...
General | Posted 13 years agoI just dont give a shit anymore. Everyone's full of shit. world can fuck itself.)
(Summery at bottom for TLDR)
I got offered a free ride home for Christmas and New Years. Don't get me wrong I'm thankful and I'm thrilled to be here. I'm also extremely grateful that we didn't have any car problems coming up, and I'm super glad we got to completely go around Effingham, IL. (Seriously fuck that town. I have horrible horrible luck going through there.)
but...
We left Saturday to come up here. I wanted to leave around 2 am and get here at 2 PM at the latest but work kept me late and when I got home and realized all that needed to be done i decided "fuckit all. Just leave when ever we leave." Got up early the next day, got packed and, went to hit the road. My phone decided at the last minute that it was going to break. Well, fuck, I needed that for the GPS. But, hey lucky me! Last I checked my family account we had an available upgrade! I wasn't too keen on dropping $200 on a new phone but what ever. It is what it is.
To be clear, at no point did either my mother or I get belligerent with the woman helping us. we made no ridiculous demands. We didn't get mean or nasty. All, I wanted was to buy my new phone so that I could hit the road and get home hopefully in time for a late dinner. two weeks earlier we were walking through the mall where I popped into one of the Verizon stores to check on our updates. The lady there informed me that we had an update available. The problems arose after apparently the upgrade was already used in November but for what ever reason the Verizon system did not register the upgrade as use, and all I got for an answer to that was "you didn't meet the terms and conditions of the upgrade."
We went to Verizon and I explained the situation and at first everything was looking good. How ever not too long into the interaction things started to sour. The lady stopped being so friendly and the "we're happy to help" masks came off. I had my mother the account holder on the phone with me. Verizon refused to talk to her... THE ACCOUNT HOLDER. after going back and forth between mom and Verizon relaying their messages;it became very clear she wasn't going to try and help. So my mother explained over speaker phone that "we pay over $375 for our family plan. We've been good customers of yours for the past 8 or so years, and you're not even going to try?" The lady smirked and said, "Nope." After that my mother calmly explained that she's been thinking of changing carriers for while now, and after this we probably will be switching to a new carrier. the lady got even nastier and said "If you want to leave then leave, we'll just charge each line for an early cancellation fee."
At this point I was even wondering if we'd be going. I kinda lost interest, not so much out of anger that I didn't get the new phone. I was worried that We'd be driving at night, and I was especially afraid of passing through Effingham. I wanted a GPS and a phone to call on to make this as smooth as possible. I'm a bit superstitious in someways and every time I'd ever made the trip before I had problems as soon as I got to Effingham. Whether its a car part blowing up or getting the police called on me. )I filled up with $80 worth of gas I couldn't pay after my bank (with out telling me) cancelled my check card.) Call it stupid and superficial if you will but having a phone to call for help with and a GPS to tell me how to get there was sorta like a safety blanket for me.
In my panic I forgot that for the same price as a new phone I could get a nice Garmin. Ginko has the patients of a god and dealt with me during my little what the fuck mode. We, ended up getting a Garmin 2595 tml (or what ever) and we hit the road not to long after that. Michelle, the GPS, is kinda derp in some ways but got us there with out much trouble at all, and I was thrilled to have avoided Effingham all together.
Before someone goes "He got a free ride up to IL for Christmas and he's bitching about his phone? Ungrateful" Honestly that really sucked but now that we're up here and everything is okay. I'm more or less what ever about Verizon.I"m still going to talk to them about this, but hey i got here. There's more though. If you're still reading and even give a shit about any of this keep reading.
We got here at 11:30 pm, visited with mom for a short bit and then went to bed. The next afternoon we went to my grandmother's house for dinner and to visit. She was making a meal for us and eager to see Ginko and I. Apparently she'd been having some sharp pains in her abdomen that would make her double up over the counter. At 11 pm that night she was taken to the ER. at 3 am she finally got into a room and sent my mother home. At 7 am she called us and said she was being prepped for surgery. And since then my Christmas has been going too and from the hospital. They found a tumor in her intestine and went into cut it out. To be honest I kinda expect something cancer related because she's struggled with it in the past. I think this is about the third or fourth year I've spent Christmas with family in the hospital. (not in a row mind you)
Other than that its been good. got some really nice gifts and I've got some nice clothes which I'm happy for. Also got to see my mother and my sisters and have Ginko with me for Christmas which kinda was my Christmas wish. But, damn cancer puts a damper on things. The best part was my mother getting my grandmother Fifty Shades of Gray as a Christmas gift. After sharing with her some excerpts taken from the book my mother goes "Oh my... But, I thought the lady that suggested it said it was a Barnes and Noble best seller and they couldn't keep it in stock. She said it was classy."
"Well Jeeze mom, if you wanted to get grandma some porn you could have gotten her an instructional video."
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For those of you that went TLDR, I'll summarize for you.
Phone broke on the way up to IL from AL. Grandma has cancer and is int he hospital. My mother gave my other grandmother porn for Christmas. = This year's Christmas.
(Summery at bottom for TLDR)
I got offered a free ride home for Christmas and New Years. Don't get me wrong I'm thankful and I'm thrilled to be here. I'm also extremely grateful that we didn't have any car problems coming up, and I'm super glad we got to completely go around Effingham, IL. (Seriously fuck that town. I have horrible horrible luck going through there.)
but...
We left Saturday to come up here. I wanted to leave around 2 am and get here at 2 PM at the latest but work kept me late and when I got home and realized all that needed to be done i decided "fuckit all. Just leave when ever we leave." Got up early the next day, got packed and, went to hit the road. My phone decided at the last minute that it was going to break. Well, fuck, I needed that for the GPS. But, hey lucky me! Last I checked my family account we had an available upgrade! I wasn't too keen on dropping $200 on a new phone but what ever. It is what it is.
To be clear, at no point did either my mother or I get belligerent with the woman helping us. we made no ridiculous demands. We didn't get mean or nasty. All, I wanted was to buy my new phone so that I could hit the road and get home hopefully in time for a late dinner. two weeks earlier we were walking through the mall where I popped into one of the Verizon stores to check on our updates. The lady there informed me that we had an update available. The problems arose after apparently the upgrade was already used in November but for what ever reason the Verizon system did not register the upgrade as use, and all I got for an answer to that was "you didn't meet the terms and conditions of the upgrade."
We went to Verizon and I explained the situation and at first everything was looking good. How ever not too long into the interaction things started to sour. The lady stopped being so friendly and the "we're happy to help" masks came off. I had my mother the account holder on the phone with me. Verizon refused to talk to her... THE ACCOUNT HOLDER. after going back and forth between mom and Verizon relaying their messages;it became very clear she wasn't going to try and help. So my mother explained over speaker phone that "we pay over $375 for our family plan. We've been good customers of yours for the past 8 or so years, and you're not even going to try?" The lady smirked and said, "Nope." After that my mother calmly explained that she's been thinking of changing carriers for while now, and after this we probably will be switching to a new carrier. the lady got even nastier and said "If you want to leave then leave, we'll just charge each line for an early cancellation fee."
At this point I was even wondering if we'd be going. I kinda lost interest, not so much out of anger that I didn't get the new phone. I was worried that We'd be driving at night, and I was especially afraid of passing through Effingham. I wanted a GPS and a phone to call on to make this as smooth as possible. I'm a bit superstitious in someways and every time I'd ever made the trip before I had problems as soon as I got to Effingham. Whether its a car part blowing up or getting the police called on me. )I filled up with $80 worth of gas I couldn't pay after my bank (with out telling me) cancelled my check card.) Call it stupid and superficial if you will but having a phone to call for help with and a GPS to tell me how to get there was sorta like a safety blanket for me.
In my panic I forgot that for the same price as a new phone I could get a nice Garmin. Ginko has the patients of a god and dealt with me during my little what the fuck mode. We, ended up getting a Garmin 2595 tml (or what ever) and we hit the road not to long after that. Michelle, the GPS, is kinda derp in some ways but got us there with out much trouble at all, and I was thrilled to have avoided Effingham all together.
Before someone goes "He got a free ride up to IL for Christmas and he's bitching about his phone? Ungrateful" Honestly that really sucked but now that we're up here and everything is okay. I'm more or less what ever about Verizon.I"m still going to talk to them about this, but hey i got here. There's more though. If you're still reading and even give a shit about any of this keep reading.
We got here at 11:30 pm, visited with mom for a short bit and then went to bed. The next afternoon we went to my grandmother's house for dinner and to visit. She was making a meal for us and eager to see Ginko and I. Apparently she'd been having some sharp pains in her abdomen that would make her double up over the counter. At 11 pm that night she was taken to the ER. at 3 am she finally got into a room and sent my mother home. At 7 am she called us and said she was being prepped for surgery. And since then my Christmas has been going too and from the hospital. They found a tumor in her intestine and went into cut it out. To be honest I kinda expect something cancer related because she's struggled with it in the past. I think this is about the third or fourth year I've spent Christmas with family in the hospital. (not in a row mind you)
Other than that its been good. got some really nice gifts and I've got some nice clothes which I'm happy for. Also got to see my mother and my sisters and have Ginko with me for Christmas which kinda was my Christmas wish. But, damn cancer puts a damper on things. The best part was my mother getting my grandmother Fifty Shades of Gray as a Christmas gift. After sharing with her some excerpts taken from the book my mother goes "Oh my... But, I thought the lady that suggested it said it was a Barnes and Noble best seller and they couldn't keep it in stock. She said it was classy."
"Well Jeeze mom, if you wanted to get grandma some porn you could have gotten her an instructional video."
_________________________________________________________________________
For those of you that went TLDR, I'll summarize for you.
Phone broke on the way up to IL from AL. Grandma has cancer and is int he hospital. My mother gave my other grandmother porn for Christmas. = This year's Christmas.
I really fucking hate my job...
General | Posted 13 years ago...so I want to call into work today and tell them I can't come in cause the world ended.
anyways... happy new T2K people!
anyways... happy new T2K people!
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General | Posted 13 years agoDo you ever wonder if someone dies after living a life as a mean spirited person their eulogy is "its a dick in a box"
Weight of a soul?
General | Posted 13 years agoI've been listening to a lot of Bill Hicks and Tool Lately. I had this interesting thought.
For a great long time I've thought that the moment I discarded my moralities and said "fuck it all" I lost my soul. But, it might be that perception and a burden of heavy feelings are the weight of a soul gained.
I'm not interested in "Oh, everybody has soul, Panda." No, I want to contemplate beyond the common thought. What if a soul is something you gain through throwing aside everything you've ever learned and relearning through experience? Through opening your mind up to embrace the random, and embrace whatever may come?
Then again I'm fairly mad in the head (mostly from pursuing such thoughts) so, this could just be absent minded chatter. But I feel that I've got something interesting here.
Again, I'm not interested in "well every body has a soul," or "science says this" I'm open to those ideas and you're more than welcome to disagree with me. But, I don't want to take away from this one thought, and get distracted. Instead, what if?
For a great long time I've thought that the moment I discarded my moralities and said "fuck it all" I lost my soul. But, it might be that perception and a burden of heavy feelings are the weight of a soul gained.
I'm not interested in "Oh, everybody has soul, Panda." No, I want to contemplate beyond the common thought. What if a soul is something you gain through throwing aside everything you've ever learned and relearning through experience? Through opening your mind up to embrace the random, and embrace whatever may come?
Then again I'm fairly mad in the head (mostly from pursuing such thoughts) so, this could just be absent minded chatter. But I feel that I've got something interesting here.
Again, I'm not interested in "well every body has a soul," or "science says this" I'm open to those ideas and you're more than welcome to disagree with me. But, I don't want to take away from this one thought, and get distracted. Instead, what if?
Shit Fucking Drivers. (I said FUCK 31 times)
General | Posted 13 years agoA few hours ago I put up a little thing bitching about this ass hole i met on the road. Here's What happened.
I was returning from a meet at. Basicly the customer lives outside the delivery area so as a favor to the customer we sorta meet them "half way". This meet at is kinda on the ass end of our delivery area. I think we measured it to be about 18 miles round trip, and there's a long stretch of farm land towards the later half.
Speed limit is about 55 mph around those parts and I might've been doing anywhere between 55 and 60 mph. In the on coming traffic there was a guy going about the same speed as I was, and a guy quickly coming up behind him. I want to say he was going about 75 mph.
Our ass hole of the night, with out regard for any one else, decided that just as we were almost meeting to pass each other was the best time to go around the other guy who was also going the speed limit.
Luckily, I kinda saw this coming and was prepared to go off road and was already headed toward the grassy area. Unfortunately I didn't really have much time to break speed so through the grass I went flying at anywhere between 55 to 65 mph. I thought I was going to hit a fence that sorta separated the grassy area thing with the farm field on the other side. By now I'm bouncing around trying to stop with my foot to the floor on the brake and the steering wheel cranked away from the fence. My other fear was that as I went skidding and bouncing along it'd just take one well placed small hole to send me rolling along. Anyways, I missed the fence and once stopped just continued back to the store.
Not too sure why I went on to tell this in detail other than someone was like "OMG ARE YOU OKAY?" Yeah, I'm fine. Maybe felt a little bruised by the seat belt cause the seat belt did what seat belts are supposed to do. Otherwise no damage was done to the Jeep or I.
This isn't anything that's surprises me. About 2 or three times a week we encounter some ass hole on the road of some varying degree of stupid or tard. Last week another driver came close to running idiot pedestrians standing in the middle of this same state highway over. Not once but three times. The week before that I had a fucker in a pick up truck try to force me off the road because he didn't give a damn if I was there or not when he started to merge.
Here's what pisses me off though... aside from fuck-tards and ass-cunts behind the wheel (it's like you're accumulating all the ignorance, stupidity, and disregard of what ever inbred redneck trailer park they came from and putting it on wheels)... fucking Halloween night I get pulled over by the fucking HPD right across the street of our store. One of their accusations was "failing to aid and abide the right of way" and the fucking ass hole pig said he had me on video camera trying to run the fucking stop sign. I'm not going to get into too many details about that because it's not really needed for this bitch-o-rant-amatic. But, the fucking cop was probably going about 65 in a 45 mile an hour zone, coming around a curve that you cant really see whats on the other side till it's almost right in front of you.
The fucker did everything he could to try and escalate it into an arrest. But, one of the first things out of his fucking mouth was "I don't really give a damn about most traffic things" It kinda shows. I mean not only are you of the law and breaking the fucking speed limits, but every fucking day I see some wrecker with one or more wrecked or totaled vehicles on it.
When I got to work tonight, there was an accident on the other side of the delivery area. It was a three car collision that involved yet another idiot driver speeding and hitting two parked cars, totaling all three. So yes, Mr. Ass hole fucking cunt nibblett Cock sucking twat swatting cop, it's plenty evident that you're not out there doing the job and that you're just adding to the problem.
So, got back to the store and bitched to my manager about it tonight. To which his responce was "shoulda hit them head on. Woulda gotten a huge settlement" Aside from the fact that I like the part where I'm alive, intact and operation-able (look up pictures of head on car wrecks where the engine block is all the way in the back of the fucking vehicle. Or better yet look at the pretty pictures of people who've been fucked up in a crash from just 35 mph), I can say from experience that there's a good chance that the fucking driver may not have had insurance. I'm also willing to bet, that if he didn't have insurance it translates into "oops, no money for insurance." (which is really fucking ironic. The people with the fucking insurance are usually the better drivers, where as the ones that drive like shit for brains don't give a flying fuck" And, "oops no money for insurance" translates into no money. And, I can tell you from going through all this same shit with my mother and her car accidents; you cant take someone to court and get from them something they don't have. So hitting Mr. Dickwad head on could have meant going through an enormous amount of fucking pain and recovery for nothing at all. (assuming I survived. Did you look up the 65 mph engine in the back seat picks yet?)
I know I can drive fast, but the difference is that in most cases I'm the only one on the road for miles and the moment I see another car I slow the fuck down. I've driven all over the fucking place. I love to drive. But you have to respect the fucking road. In most cases I say fuck the law but not when it comes to this. If you can't drive like you know how to fucking handle a vehicle then get off the god damned road. The one thing I don't do is take huge fucking risks where I'm gambling with my life or the ones around me.
Another thing that pisses me off is you get these douche bags in their mustangs around here and think they're fucking Road fucking Warrior and start racing around like their top shit in some fucking NASCAR race. And while they're thinking they're tough shit and looking cool, I'm watching and thinking "mother fucking idiots" because they can barely control their vehicles and are all over the fucking place. Not to mention, they're probly fucking destroying their vehicles as well.
Seriously... where ever you're headed... its not like it's not going to be gone in that small amount of time it takes if you drive with out making stupid choices. Even if it was, were you getting by before? And, besides that... have you ever noticed that those ass holes that speed and swerve around to cut all the other ass holes off in traffic always always always indefinitely get stuck at the exact same traffic light as you do? So what's the point? Anyways I'm done bitching... good night.
I was returning from a meet at. Basicly the customer lives outside the delivery area so as a favor to the customer we sorta meet them "half way". This meet at is kinda on the ass end of our delivery area. I think we measured it to be about 18 miles round trip, and there's a long stretch of farm land towards the later half.
Speed limit is about 55 mph around those parts and I might've been doing anywhere between 55 and 60 mph. In the on coming traffic there was a guy going about the same speed as I was, and a guy quickly coming up behind him. I want to say he was going about 75 mph.
Our ass hole of the night, with out regard for any one else, decided that just as we were almost meeting to pass each other was the best time to go around the other guy who was also going the speed limit.
Luckily, I kinda saw this coming and was prepared to go off road and was already headed toward the grassy area. Unfortunately I didn't really have much time to break speed so through the grass I went flying at anywhere between 55 to 65 mph. I thought I was going to hit a fence that sorta separated the grassy area thing with the farm field on the other side. By now I'm bouncing around trying to stop with my foot to the floor on the brake and the steering wheel cranked away from the fence. My other fear was that as I went skidding and bouncing along it'd just take one well placed small hole to send me rolling along. Anyways, I missed the fence and once stopped just continued back to the store.
Not too sure why I went on to tell this in detail other than someone was like "OMG ARE YOU OKAY?" Yeah, I'm fine. Maybe felt a little bruised by the seat belt cause the seat belt did what seat belts are supposed to do. Otherwise no damage was done to the Jeep or I.
This isn't anything that's surprises me. About 2 or three times a week we encounter some ass hole on the road of some varying degree of stupid or tard. Last week another driver came close to running idiot pedestrians standing in the middle of this same state highway over. Not once but three times. The week before that I had a fucker in a pick up truck try to force me off the road because he didn't give a damn if I was there or not when he started to merge.
Here's what pisses me off though... aside from fuck-tards and ass-cunts behind the wheel (it's like you're accumulating all the ignorance, stupidity, and disregard of what ever inbred redneck trailer park they came from and putting it on wheels)... fucking Halloween night I get pulled over by the fucking HPD right across the street of our store. One of their accusations was "failing to aid and abide the right of way" and the fucking ass hole pig said he had me on video camera trying to run the fucking stop sign. I'm not going to get into too many details about that because it's not really needed for this bitch-o-rant-amatic. But, the fucking cop was probably going about 65 in a 45 mile an hour zone, coming around a curve that you cant really see whats on the other side till it's almost right in front of you.
The fucker did everything he could to try and escalate it into an arrest. But, one of the first things out of his fucking mouth was "I don't really give a damn about most traffic things" It kinda shows. I mean not only are you of the law and breaking the fucking speed limits, but every fucking day I see some wrecker with one or more wrecked or totaled vehicles on it.
When I got to work tonight, there was an accident on the other side of the delivery area. It was a three car collision that involved yet another idiot driver speeding and hitting two parked cars, totaling all three. So yes, Mr. Ass hole fucking cunt nibblett Cock sucking twat swatting cop, it's plenty evident that you're not out there doing the job and that you're just adding to the problem.
So, got back to the store and bitched to my manager about it tonight. To which his responce was "shoulda hit them head on. Woulda gotten a huge settlement" Aside from the fact that I like the part where I'm alive, intact and operation-able (look up pictures of head on car wrecks where the engine block is all the way in the back of the fucking vehicle. Or better yet look at the pretty pictures of people who've been fucked up in a crash from just 35 mph), I can say from experience that there's a good chance that the fucking driver may not have had insurance. I'm also willing to bet, that if he didn't have insurance it translates into "oops, no money for insurance." (which is really fucking ironic. The people with the fucking insurance are usually the better drivers, where as the ones that drive like shit for brains don't give a flying fuck" And, "oops no money for insurance" translates into no money. And, I can tell you from going through all this same shit with my mother and her car accidents; you cant take someone to court and get from them something they don't have. So hitting Mr. Dickwad head on could have meant going through an enormous amount of fucking pain and recovery for nothing at all. (assuming I survived. Did you look up the 65 mph engine in the back seat picks yet?)
I know I can drive fast, but the difference is that in most cases I'm the only one on the road for miles and the moment I see another car I slow the fuck down. I've driven all over the fucking place. I love to drive. But you have to respect the fucking road. In most cases I say fuck the law but not when it comes to this. If you can't drive like you know how to fucking handle a vehicle then get off the god damned road. The one thing I don't do is take huge fucking risks where I'm gambling with my life or the ones around me.
Another thing that pisses me off is you get these douche bags in their mustangs around here and think they're fucking Road fucking Warrior and start racing around like their top shit in some fucking NASCAR race. And while they're thinking they're tough shit and looking cool, I'm watching and thinking "mother fucking idiots" because they can barely control their vehicles and are all over the fucking place. Not to mention, they're probly fucking destroying their vehicles as well.
Seriously... where ever you're headed... its not like it's not going to be gone in that small amount of time it takes if you drive with out making stupid choices. Even if it was, were you getting by before? And, besides that... have you ever noticed that those ass holes that speed and swerve around to cut all the other ass holes off in traffic always always always indefinitely get stuck at the exact same traffic light as you do? So what's the point? Anyways I'm done bitching... good night.
krystals
General | Posted 13 years agoSo the lady at krystals thought I was a girl. Probly was just touched in the head and a bit stupid. But my heart kinda swooned
Proof that there is a Santa Clause
General | Posted 13 years agokitty needs help
General | Posted 13 years agoI saw this on my tumblr. It was reblogged by a reliable source so I'm certain this isn't a fake. It's about a lady whose trying to raise money for her kitty cat. I'm not going to try and lay on any heavy feelings to convince anyone why they should help. I feel that if you do it's of your own obligation and sentiment. I'm trying to help in my own way by spreading the word. Pass it on if you wish. Anyways... directly quoted from liliaceae08 on tumblr.
"I volunteer at my local PAWS organization (we’re raising money to afford a proper shelter, but currently we foster animals in our homes), and we have a kitten named Candy who is in need of life-saving surgery. I’ve been frantically posting Candy’s ChipIn link, but donations are only trickling in—we need to raise the money by December 1st, and it breaks my heart to think they may have to euthanize Candy. Please help! No donation is too small!
LINK: http://pawswv26807.chipin.com/candys-surgery/ "
"I volunteer at my local PAWS organization (we’re raising money to afford a proper shelter, but currently we foster animals in our homes), and we have a kitten named Candy who is in need of life-saving surgery. I’ve been frantically posting Candy’s ChipIn link, but donations are only trickling in—we need to raise the money by December 1st, and it breaks my heart to think they may have to euthanize Candy. Please help! No donation is too small!
LINK: http://pawswv26807.chipin.com/candys-surgery/ "
Fuck you Greyhound. long bitch rant thing
General | Posted 13 years agoLast night a friend of bunny's and mine was supposed to be arriving at the downtown bus station from out of state. He was supposed to stop in Nashville and have a two hour lay over then get on another bus that would leave at 10:10 Pm and arrive here at 12:05 AM. We were planning on going to steak and shake for milk shakes afterwards.
Well once the bus got to Knoxville, TN Greyhound fucked with the buses. Apparently there was some kinda guy in a wheel chair wanting to get on the bus. They didn't have the wheel chair bus so they had to stop and wait for that to arrive. He ended up having to do an un scheduled bus swap and 2 hour lay over in Knoxville. At 10:25 I got a text from him saying he was an hour out from Nashville, and around 11:00 I got a call from him. Apparently they missed the scheduled bus and the next bus from Nashville to Huntsville wasn't going to be there till 8 AM. So in the Jeep I hopped and drove to Nashville to get him in the middle of the night.
Here's bitch rant #1. People suck.
There's probably a lot of circumstances I don't know about. Some probly very rational ones at that. But, here's what i do know. When you go to their website to order tickets it will ask you if you're needing a handi-acessesable bus. When you click yes you're redirected to a phone number you have to call to finish placing the order.
That means that...
a) this person called in and Greyhound had notice of needing a handicapped bus, and just kinda said fuck it. Which... yeah okay... fuck you Greyhound... the only thing more in competent than you is the USPS and that one waitress over at Steak 'N Shake. (btw I LOVE Steak 'N Shake. Its the waitress that's a sack of shit.)
or...
b) This dude is an asshole and just didn't give a fuck about calling that number. He didn't want to bother taking some extra steps to do it proper. He didn't give a damn that there ere procedures in place, and as a result became a MAJOR inconvenience to a bus full of people. FUCK YOU Wheel Chair DUDE FOR BEING THAT GUY! You know the guy that doesn't give a shit about the 50 other people around him, just cares about whatever inconveniences himself.
I am not un-sympathetic to the disabled. But, when you are disabled there are sometimes certain extra steps you need to take. I've gone through all of this with my mother. Case in point here. You call that number to let them know so they can schedule the right kind of bus, and not have to switch mid route.
If you show up and say BTW I'm in a Wheel chair, with out prior warning then you should be the one to have to sit and wait. Not the 40 other people wanting to get where ever the fuck their lives are taking them. Greyhound says, "alright sir, we'll call for the wheel chair bus. It will arrive here around 8 AM"
Option C) I'm the ass hole. (well you all already knew that.)
"What if they didn't have very many handi-cap buses?" Well yes there is that very logical argument as well. They may not have had enough buses. If that's the case then I become THAT GUY and this whole bitch rant is MUTE.
But here's my thought. Why would it be so acceptable for a company who you paid for their services to just shrug and go "fuck you. you get to wait another 9 hours."
I mean, for my friend it wasn't too terribly bad. I was with in a couple hours away and he had tons of friends in Nashville so it wasn't like he was completely fucked. But, what about people like the lady going to Canada? She already had to go around all over fucking Tennessee, Just to get to Nashville to head North. People who might have appointments? Family waiting on them? None of this Fucking matters? To me it seems like I pay Greyhound $140 (plus a $20 charge for gifting a ticket... wtf?) They should work shit like this out and been better prepared.
So.. yeah... Someone's an an asshole and people suck
BITCH RANT NUMBER 2!
FUCK YOU GREYHOUND!
I refuse to travel Greyhound. I'll put people I know through because it builds character, but I have no patients for bullshit. They're overly expensive, and they'll ship you all around needlessly before getting you where you want to go. I imagine they have some kinda monkey flinging shit at a state map. Anywhere the shit lands there's a bus.
Case in point... I'm trying to figureout why the hell he even needed to go to Nashville. His trip down was about a 12 hour trip. In 10 hours i could have driven to his home town, picked him up, and brought him back. From Knoxville HE should have gotten on a bus headed South-ish to Chatty and from Chatty to Huntsville. All of these have stations. But to go from Knoxville to Chatty or from Knoxville to Huntsville you have to go all the way over to Nashville then double back? What the hell guys? So they send you every which direction needlessly and double the travel time which is stupid.
I forgot about this but Greyhound likes to tack on an extra $20 charge if you're buying someone a ticket. I can't see a single reason why this is needed. Just a way of getting more money out of you. Then on top of that you have a standard ticket and then a refundable ticket. In this case a standard ticket was like $140 plus that damn fee. A refundable was like $240 plus that damn fee. This is pretty standard amongst all forms of travel though . You pay extra if you want the ability to demand your fucking money back.
Did I mention they're incapable? Oh yeah... The fucking USPS and that fucking sack of shit waitress...
Yep, pretty damn sad when it comes to their inabilities. I've only ever used the greyhound service 3 times. Each time something has gone wrong. I'm so angry about the past two times I don't even remember the 3rd.
Last time I was shipping in my mate from MI to Peoria IL. The Grey hound left him stranded in Chicago. Dropped him off but for what ever reason there wasn't a bus to take him from Chicago to Peoria, and they weren't going to let him board another bus. I drove three hours to get him and another 3 to get home.
On his return trip I took him to the bus station. We got to his terminal 2 minutes late and it turns out the bus had left ten minutes prior to that, leaving a lot of people behind. So the lady said, "Well the next stop is in Chicago. You can catch up with it there if you'd like."
We started heading to Chicago and got there just shortly after the bus was pulling in. We were still a little bit early. The lady there wouldn't let him board since he didn't get on in Peoria. We argued with her manager and she eventually said he could get on. Except that while we were doing that the bus left. This is at 5 PM and she just looks at us and says "next bus arrives at 8 AM." So fuck that shit, I'll just drive him another four hours to his home in MI. And, because I was cheap and got the none refundable ticket they refused to refund me.
So what the fuck ever. I've ran outta steam.
There's some kinda weird new van system that's incredibly cheaper than the bus. take that instead guys. you wont get that $20 charge for giving someone a ticket. BRandon can post that van stuff below!
....also... GODDAMNED USPS and Steak 'N Shake Waitress....
Well once the bus got to Knoxville, TN Greyhound fucked with the buses. Apparently there was some kinda guy in a wheel chair wanting to get on the bus. They didn't have the wheel chair bus so they had to stop and wait for that to arrive. He ended up having to do an un scheduled bus swap and 2 hour lay over in Knoxville. At 10:25 I got a text from him saying he was an hour out from Nashville, and around 11:00 I got a call from him. Apparently they missed the scheduled bus and the next bus from Nashville to Huntsville wasn't going to be there till 8 AM. So in the Jeep I hopped and drove to Nashville to get him in the middle of the night.
Here's bitch rant #1. People suck.
There's probably a lot of circumstances I don't know about. Some probly very rational ones at that. But, here's what i do know. When you go to their website to order tickets it will ask you if you're needing a handi-acessesable bus. When you click yes you're redirected to a phone number you have to call to finish placing the order.
That means that...
a) this person called in and Greyhound had notice of needing a handicapped bus, and just kinda said fuck it. Which... yeah okay... fuck you Greyhound... the only thing more in competent than you is the USPS and that one waitress over at Steak 'N Shake. (btw I LOVE Steak 'N Shake. Its the waitress that's a sack of shit.)
or...
b) This dude is an asshole and just didn't give a fuck about calling that number. He didn't want to bother taking some extra steps to do it proper. He didn't give a damn that there ere procedures in place, and as a result became a MAJOR inconvenience to a bus full of people. FUCK YOU Wheel Chair DUDE FOR BEING THAT GUY! You know the guy that doesn't give a shit about the 50 other people around him, just cares about whatever inconveniences himself.
I am not un-sympathetic to the disabled. But, when you are disabled there are sometimes certain extra steps you need to take. I've gone through all of this with my mother. Case in point here. You call that number to let them know so they can schedule the right kind of bus, and not have to switch mid route.
If you show up and say BTW I'm in a Wheel chair, with out prior warning then you should be the one to have to sit and wait. Not the 40 other people wanting to get where ever the fuck their lives are taking them. Greyhound says, "alright sir, we'll call for the wheel chair bus. It will arrive here around 8 AM"
Option C) I'm the ass hole. (well you all already knew that.)
"What if they didn't have very many handi-cap buses?" Well yes there is that very logical argument as well. They may not have had enough buses. If that's the case then I become THAT GUY and this whole bitch rant is MUTE.
But here's my thought. Why would it be so acceptable for a company who you paid for their services to just shrug and go "fuck you. you get to wait another 9 hours."
I mean, for my friend it wasn't too terribly bad. I was with in a couple hours away and he had tons of friends in Nashville so it wasn't like he was completely fucked. But, what about people like the lady going to Canada? She already had to go around all over fucking Tennessee, Just to get to Nashville to head North. People who might have appointments? Family waiting on them? None of this Fucking matters? To me it seems like I pay Greyhound $140 (plus a $20 charge for gifting a ticket... wtf?) They should work shit like this out and been better prepared.
So.. yeah... Someone's an an asshole and people suck
BITCH RANT NUMBER 2!
FUCK YOU GREYHOUND!
I refuse to travel Greyhound. I'll put people I know through because it builds character, but I have no patients for bullshit. They're overly expensive, and they'll ship you all around needlessly before getting you where you want to go. I imagine they have some kinda monkey flinging shit at a state map. Anywhere the shit lands there's a bus.
Case in point... I'm trying to figureout why the hell he even needed to go to Nashville. His trip down was about a 12 hour trip. In 10 hours i could have driven to his home town, picked him up, and brought him back. From Knoxville HE should have gotten on a bus headed South-ish to Chatty and from Chatty to Huntsville. All of these have stations. But to go from Knoxville to Chatty or from Knoxville to Huntsville you have to go all the way over to Nashville then double back? What the hell guys? So they send you every which direction needlessly and double the travel time which is stupid.
I forgot about this but Greyhound likes to tack on an extra $20 charge if you're buying someone a ticket. I can't see a single reason why this is needed. Just a way of getting more money out of you. Then on top of that you have a standard ticket and then a refundable ticket. In this case a standard ticket was like $140 plus that damn fee. A refundable was like $240 plus that damn fee. This is pretty standard amongst all forms of travel though . You pay extra if you want the ability to demand your fucking money back.
Did I mention they're incapable? Oh yeah... The fucking USPS and that fucking sack of shit waitress...
Yep, pretty damn sad when it comes to their inabilities. I've only ever used the greyhound service 3 times. Each time something has gone wrong. I'm so angry about the past two times I don't even remember the 3rd.
Last time I was shipping in my mate from MI to Peoria IL. The Grey hound left him stranded in Chicago. Dropped him off but for what ever reason there wasn't a bus to take him from Chicago to Peoria, and they weren't going to let him board another bus. I drove three hours to get him and another 3 to get home.
On his return trip I took him to the bus station. We got to his terminal 2 minutes late and it turns out the bus had left ten minutes prior to that, leaving a lot of people behind. So the lady said, "Well the next stop is in Chicago. You can catch up with it there if you'd like."
We started heading to Chicago and got there just shortly after the bus was pulling in. We were still a little bit early. The lady there wouldn't let him board since he didn't get on in Peoria. We argued with her manager and she eventually said he could get on. Except that while we were doing that the bus left. This is at 5 PM and she just looks at us and says "next bus arrives at 8 AM." So fuck that shit, I'll just drive him another four hours to his home in MI. And, because I was cheap and got the none refundable ticket they refused to refund me.
So what the fuck ever. I've ran outta steam.
There's some kinda weird new van system that's incredibly cheaper than the bus. take that instead guys. you wont get that $20 charge for giving someone a ticket. BRandon can post that van stuff below!
....also... GODDAMNED USPS and Steak 'N Shake Waitress....
So! I just remembered!
General | Posted 13 years agoI had a Journal ranty thing I wanted to write! This is probably going to be really fucking lame and stupid. You shouldn't read it!
So Ginny and I went to the New Orleans-ish area for thanks giving. We didn't really do much. Just played video games, bought a dildo, and went black Friday shopping. Minus the black Friday shopping, we pretty much did what we do at home only 360 miles away from home. Which makes me think "Oh boy if we ever did go on vacation, we'd be the lamest fucking vacationers ever." "You maybe want to go see the St. Louis Arch?" "No, I just built it in Minecraft" This is not what my journal is about.
This is! On the way back we stopped at various rest stops and one of them was the Welcome Center to Alabama. If you ever seen a welcome sign saying Welcome to Alabama, you've gone the wrong way. Stop, and turn around at the nearest turn off you see. You may think you're going the right direction, you may even think you WANT to go to Alabamy, but you don't. TRUST ME!
I always love reading bathroom wall graffiti because it amuses me and i find some of it kinda fascinating. Bathroom walls are like the best forums there were before the internets. You get a chance to tell the world what you're all about, and you can say anything at all about yourself. This is why I like reading the messages because each one is individual to the person sitting on the shitter feeling the need to get something off their chest.
Of the two that stood out to me the most one said, "I fucking hate all those god damn homosexuals." Now, I may just be a bit biased here but think about it. You have a chance to say anything for hundreds of people to see each day. "My dick is LARGE" "Pussy is fantastic!" "Call 256-384-5579 if u like black cock and ur looking for good time." You can say ANYTHING, and you say you hate gay people.
I got to thinking, "Who the hell says that?" Obviously a very fail troll or a bigot, but beyond that? What's this person like?
I imagined some guy driving across 5 states, scarfing down pork rinds in one hand, and chugging a can of Dixxie brand beer in the other. His head is hanging out the driver's side window and the wind is barely managing to ruffle his stiff burly brown beard. This asshole is very disgruntled and as he shakes a hairy meaty fist flinging grease and pork rinds everywhere he starts to exclaim.
"GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING TRAFFIC! ITS THE GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING HOMER-SEXUALS FAUlTS! THOSe FUCKING QUEERS MAKE FUCKING EVERYTHING WORSE! GOD DAMN FUCKING DEMOCRATS! MOTHER FUCKING REBUBLICANS! IT'S ALL THE FAG'S FAULTS! I HATE BLACK PREISDENTS! THOSE FUDGE PACKERS PUT A BLACK GUY IN OFFICE! GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING FAGGOTS! HOMOSEXUALS MAKE ME SO ANGRY! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR! MOTHER FUCKING RAWWWWWWWWR FAGGOT FAIRY LUMPY SPACE PRINCESSES!"
And, he does that across five states. Now, I can tell you there's a good chance none of us fucked your mother. But, if we did, your dad is gay.
As I said there were two messages that caught my eye. The other one I'd like to pretend was this asshole's "wife" who wrote in big giant letters, "BACON!!!!!" I'd like to imagine that this person really loved their bacon and could not wait to get to the nearest Waffle House so they could enjoy some fresh salty pig strips and exclaim out loud, "MORE BACON!"
also... a couple side notes. If you're looking for a reason to turn back at the Welcome to Alabama sign, all you need to know is Waffle House. Turn back and go to the nearest run down hickville gas station with an out of order bathroom out back and toast your ego waffle under the broken ass hand dryer. I promise you it is the exact same experience just... maybe a little bit cleaner with a little bit more give a damn.
also also... that phone number is one i came up with off the top of my head. I honestly don't know if it's a working number or not. I wouldn't call it, I wouldn't suggest anyone else call it, but I can't make you not call that number. I can say if you do call that number looking for some black cock there's a good chance there's not any waiting to pick up the phone. But, if you really want it... that shouldn't stop you from trying to find out. If you do call and someone answers, tell them you read on the internet they had a black cock and ask them to meat you out back behind the Waffle House where the rest of the gang rapes occur.
So Ginny and I went to the New Orleans-ish area for thanks giving. We didn't really do much. Just played video games, bought a dildo, and went black Friday shopping. Minus the black Friday shopping, we pretty much did what we do at home only 360 miles away from home. Which makes me think "Oh boy if we ever did go on vacation, we'd be the lamest fucking vacationers ever." "You maybe want to go see the St. Louis Arch?" "No, I just built it in Minecraft" This is not what my journal is about.
This is! On the way back we stopped at various rest stops and one of them was the Welcome Center to Alabama. If you ever seen a welcome sign saying Welcome to Alabama, you've gone the wrong way. Stop, and turn around at the nearest turn off you see. You may think you're going the right direction, you may even think you WANT to go to Alabamy, but you don't. TRUST ME!
I always love reading bathroom wall graffiti because it amuses me and i find some of it kinda fascinating. Bathroom walls are like the best forums there were before the internets. You get a chance to tell the world what you're all about, and you can say anything at all about yourself. This is why I like reading the messages because each one is individual to the person sitting on the shitter feeling the need to get something off their chest.
Of the two that stood out to me the most one said, "I fucking hate all those god damn homosexuals." Now, I may just be a bit biased here but think about it. You have a chance to say anything for hundreds of people to see each day. "My dick is LARGE" "Pussy is fantastic!" "Call 256-384-5579 if u like black cock and ur looking for good time." You can say ANYTHING, and you say you hate gay people.
I got to thinking, "Who the hell says that?" Obviously a very fail troll or a bigot, but beyond that? What's this person like?
I imagined some guy driving across 5 states, scarfing down pork rinds in one hand, and chugging a can of Dixxie brand beer in the other. His head is hanging out the driver's side window and the wind is barely managing to ruffle his stiff burly brown beard. This asshole is very disgruntled and as he shakes a hairy meaty fist flinging grease and pork rinds everywhere he starts to exclaim.
"GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING TRAFFIC! ITS THE GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING HOMER-SEXUALS FAUlTS! THOSe FUCKING QUEERS MAKE FUCKING EVERYTHING WORSE! GOD DAMN FUCKING DEMOCRATS! MOTHER FUCKING REBUBLICANS! IT'S ALL THE FAG'S FAULTS! I HATE BLACK PREISDENTS! THOSE FUDGE PACKERS PUT A BLACK GUY IN OFFICE! GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING FAGGOTS! HOMOSEXUALS MAKE ME SO ANGRY! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR! MOTHER FUCKING RAWWWWWWWWR FAGGOT FAIRY LUMPY SPACE PRINCESSES!"
And, he does that across five states. Now, I can tell you there's a good chance none of us fucked your mother. But, if we did, your dad is gay.
As I said there were two messages that caught my eye. The other one I'd like to pretend was this asshole's "wife" who wrote in big giant letters, "BACON!!!!!" I'd like to imagine that this person really loved their bacon and could not wait to get to the nearest Waffle House so they could enjoy some fresh salty pig strips and exclaim out loud, "MORE BACON!"
also... a couple side notes. If you're looking for a reason to turn back at the Welcome to Alabama sign, all you need to know is Waffle House. Turn back and go to the nearest run down hickville gas station with an out of order bathroom out back and toast your ego waffle under the broken ass hand dryer. I promise you it is the exact same experience just... maybe a little bit cleaner with a little bit more give a damn.
also also... that phone number is one i came up with off the top of my head. I honestly don't know if it's a working number or not. I wouldn't call it, I wouldn't suggest anyone else call it, but I can't make you not call that number. I can say if you do call that number looking for some black cock there's a good chance there's not any waiting to pick up the phone. But, if you really want it... that shouldn't stop you from trying to find out. If you do call and someone answers, tell them you read on the internet they had a black cock and ask them to meat you out back behind the Waffle House where the rest of the gang rapes occur.
better days
General | Posted 13 years agoLook… This world were living in is falling apart. The only way to survive is to leave it better than it was than when we came to it. By helping those around us we can help ourselves. Everyone has their own hurts and needs. This holiday season make this world a better place by being a bright spot in someone’s day. A simple smile a meal for the homeless. Do anything you can to leave a positive impact. Then maybe for Christmas we can have Better Days.
Thank you and love to all.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nOp4NAq6EHI
Thank you and love to all.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nOp4NAq6EHI
Don't Date Strippers
General | Posted 13 years agoThe problem with weekends is some of them are never long enough. Then your girl leaves you alist a mile long. Mine called her's the Honey Do list. Well, I didn't know what that meant so I went out and bought a bunch of honeydew.
She got mad and asked me how much they cost . I said about $30. She called me a pig and asked if this was subliminal. I said no it's melancholy. I paid more for her melons down at the club and hers were way too ripe.
...What the fuck am I writing... THAT JOKE'S NOT FUNNY! no one got hurt. So you know what is? An epileptic doing the jitter bug. Don't Scoff! You're supposed to laugh! It's funny when it happens to someone else. Besides this guy obviously has a mild form of retard in him and laughter is the best medicine. We laugh at your sickness to cure you epileptic guy. You should thank us.
I'm done pretending for the night... you're penis IS larger than mine.
She got mad and asked me how much they cost . I said about $30. She called me a pig and asked if this was subliminal. I said no it's melancholy. I paid more for her melons down at the club and hers were way too ripe.
...What the fuck am I writing... THAT JOKE'S NOT FUNNY! no one got hurt. So you know what is? An epileptic doing the jitter bug. Don't Scoff! You're supposed to laugh! It's funny when it happens to someone else. Besides this guy obviously has a mild form of retard in him and laughter is the best medicine. We laugh at your sickness to cure you epileptic guy. You should thank us.
I'm done pretending for the night... you're penis IS larger than mine.
the things i've learned and life's lessons
General | Posted 13 years agoSome say the meaning to life is experience, and others say knowledge is the first step to prevention. Learn from my mistakes kiddies. Wet warming lube does not go in the penis. Some soaps suck to jerk off with. Sex in the shower is fun till someone slips while getting a blow job, and fatal penis injuries occur. Going down on a guy (or gal) is sorta like scuba diving. You still hold your breath, it's still wet, and no matter what you do; you still get some of it up your nose. If you feel like playing with hot wax I'd suggest bee's wax to begin with and not a regular paraffin candle... be sure to hold it much more than just a couple inches over your balls before the wax falls. Just because you think you can fit another penis in there doesn't mean you should. If you have sex in the woods watch out for poison ivy. If you fall asleep in the woods afterwards, cover your tail hole from crawly things that might think it's warm. If you wake up in the middle of the night in the woods and hear banjos, DO NOT curl up in the fetal position. It just encourages them. Jerking off with whiskey gets you drunk and gives you whiskey dick. A chimp's testicles make up for 0.3% of their body weight and an orchidometer looks like anal beads. Bondage is fun, just not in the middle of bank robberies. People tend to miss understand you when your safe word is, "free hugs and candy!"
fem hygein stuff
General | Posted 13 years agoSo if I remember and don't go all forgetful I think tonight I will start posting periodicly about various fem hygiene stuff ive tried and rate them. Mostly hair removal products but that's still a big obstacle a lot of fem bois face or just guys who like to be a little more trimmed. It' can litteraly be a pain in the ass and so far I've.found.it to.be tedious time consuming and even messy.
Blood Lamps Everyone!
General | Posted 13 years agoART OF TWATS AND COCKS YOU HOLES SHOULD CHECK OUT
General | Posted 13 years agoI plug for your enjoyment
foxnotterstudios
Friend asked me to post this about their thing. I'm not sure what it's about but it's to help someone living in a bad situation to get out of bad situation. Their art is really nice though so you should commission them and get sexy porns drawn of you so I can find it and touch myself.
Anyways! Good Porn, someone needs help, help the person needing help so their life doesn't become a living hell. The end.
End of shameless pegging. Well.. I don't feel ashamed... you should though... my standards already low. What's your excuse?
foxnotterstudiosFriend asked me to post this about their thing. I'm not sure what it's about but it's to help someone living in a bad situation to get out of bad situation. Their art is really nice though so you should commission them and get sexy porns drawn of you so I can find it and touch myself.
Anyways! Good Porn, someone needs help, help the person needing help so their life doesn't become a living hell. The end.
End of shameless pegging. Well.. I don't feel ashamed... you should though... my standards already low. What's your excuse?
DUDE...
General | Posted 13 years agoI've got it figured out. I know what pizza is. It's the ultimate piece of toast! You mean to tell me you'll toast that bread and I can have anything I want on it? Awesome! Pizza is so awesome infact its only awesome when someone else makes it for you. So you can be a fat lazy ass and still get your awesome toast! AWESOME PANTS!
WHY FUCK?
General | Posted 13 years agoWHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T I PUT MY JUDAS PRIEST AND DARKTHRONE BACK ON MY PHONE YET?!
BWARG-ARF-GARG-ARF-GURGLE-GARG! ALL FUCKING CAPS CAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT BITCHES! FA IS MY TWITTER! EVERYONE'S A HOE! DIG UP MY CRUSTACEAN CUCUMBERS?!
BWARG-ARF-GARG-ARF-GURGLE-GARG! ALL FUCKING CAPS CAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT BITCHES! FA IS MY TWITTER! EVERYONE'S A HOE! DIG UP MY CRUSTACEAN CUCUMBERS?!
sleep with the stars.
General | Posted 13 years agoYou know some people get those little plastic stars that stick to the.ceiling and count them to help them sleep. Us? In our.apartment we just count the roaches on the walls, on the bathroom floor, and in the ash tray.
so... I'm a whore...
General | Posted 13 years agoI've been going back and forth on weather or not i wanted to pre order Border Lands 2. I knew I was going to get it regardless, but if you pre order it you get some little extras, and the whore in me likes little extras. So, i finally caved in and pre ordered it.
Border Lands was another game I really enjoyed. I loved the style it was done in where the edges were kinda sketchy and looked like they were outlined in ink. Kinda artistic. The humor in it was right up my alley, especially Zombie Isle of Dr. Ned. Over all Id say Border Lands is right up there among my top favorite shooters with Dead Space 1 and 2 being at the top. Then I unno... The Unreal Series can fight it out with Border Lands.
Still, I'm a little bit nervous considering the only other time I pre ordered a game was Diablo 3, and I'll get to that here in a second. I know what someone might say, two completely different games and companies. but, I'm skeptical because it's a sequel, and I've seen a lot of things get fucked up with sequels. Poor stance for an argument, probly. Point is that for $70 fucking dollars, those extra's better be good.
Diablo 3... You know I'd really hate to say this, because I love Diablo... but... I felt really let down. Now mind you... because I'm a complete nerd for this game... I didn't just go out and get the $60 version of the game. No i went and i pre ordered the friggen limited edition everything. for about $130, and then I went and I bought two friends their copies of D3 as well... For what I paid... well okay, what your average person paid to get this game... I don't think Diablo 3 is worth the $60. Id say closer to $40. $40 max. I haven't been this let down since I bought Tripwire's Killing Floor two Christmases ago, or that weird russian game E.Y.E. this year.
Over all the game felt rushed... The content was short, hell even the sound track was short... i can listen to it at least five time at work. From day 1 it seemed to be plagued with quirky little issues. The server's kept going down.That mightve been because everyone an their mother,was trying to get on and play...Still though you'd think that Blizzard would have planned for this. The fact that it took the game five years to come out, and that there were all these little things still needing to be hammered out after release, to me proves just how much Diablo was on the back burner for Blizzard.
It felt unfunished. There was never really a true leveling system. any Charachter could wear (almost) any type of armor they wanted, The skill system while interesting, felt kinda fake, and the fact that you "leveled" by gaining a few stat boosts, and getting some kinda new skill left me feeling as though BLizzard, unable to come up with an original idea, opted to cop out and develop that flimsy piece of shit.
You could beat the game in 4 hours if you really wanted to, and then guess what? Go back and do it again on the next hire difficulty.
Over all it was a let down, but Diablo 3 did bring some other new things to the game. You no longer had to worry about town portal any more. You just hit T (after earning this ability) and you make your own portal. being able to warps directly to a friend was pretty awesome too, and it incorporated a pseudo crafting / profession system.
Even though i do like the game, it's cause I like it just for being Diablo... I feel that given the amount off time theyd been working on diablo 3 it should have been very different.
Border Lands was another game I really enjoyed. I loved the style it was done in where the edges were kinda sketchy and looked like they were outlined in ink. Kinda artistic. The humor in it was right up my alley, especially Zombie Isle of Dr. Ned. Over all Id say Border Lands is right up there among my top favorite shooters with Dead Space 1 and 2 being at the top. Then I unno... The Unreal Series can fight it out with Border Lands.
Still, I'm a little bit nervous considering the only other time I pre ordered a game was Diablo 3, and I'll get to that here in a second. I know what someone might say, two completely different games and companies. but, I'm skeptical because it's a sequel, and I've seen a lot of things get fucked up with sequels. Poor stance for an argument, probly. Point is that for $70 fucking dollars, those extra's better be good.
Diablo 3... You know I'd really hate to say this, because I love Diablo... but... I felt really let down. Now mind you... because I'm a complete nerd for this game... I didn't just go out and get the $60 version of the game. No i went and i pre ordered the friggen limited edition everything. for about $130, and then I went and I bought two friends their copies of D3 as well... For what I paid... well okay, what your average person paid to get this game... I don't think Diablo 3 is worth the $60. Id say closer to $40. $40 max. I haven't been this let down since I bought Tripwire's Killing Floor two Christmases ago, or that weird russian game E.Y.E. this year.
Over all the game felt rushed... The content was short, hell even the sound track was short... i can listen to it at least five time at work. From day 1 it seemed to be plagued with quirky little issues. The server's kept going down.That mightve been because everyone an their mother,was trying to get on and play...Still though you'd think that Blizzard would have planned for this. The fact that it took the game five years to come out, and that there were all these little things still needing to be hammered out after release, to me proves just how much Diablo was on the back burner for Blizzard.
It felt unfunished. There was never really a true leveling system. any Charachter could wear (almost) any type of armor they wanted, The skill system while interesting, felt kinda fake, and the fact that you "leveled" by gaining a few stat boosts, and getting some kinda new skill left me feeling as though BLizzard, unable to come up with an original idea, opted to cop out and develop that flimsy piece of shit.
You could beat the game in 4 hours if you really wanted to, and then guess what? Go back and do it again on the next hire difficulty.
Over all it was a let down, but Diablo 3 did bring some other new things to the game. You no longer had to worry about town portal any more. You just hit T (after earning this ability) and you make your own portal. being able to warps directly to a friend was pretty awesome too, and it incorporated a pseudo crafting / profession system.
Even though i do like the game, it's cause I like it just for being Diablo... I feel that given the amount off time theyd been working on diablo 3 it should have been very different.
I be snortin the Youtubes again
General | Posted 13 years agoSo here's a collection of some random things for you. It's mostly animations (and an owl) A majority of them I thought were pretty good and well done! (Also a couple Songs for ya)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yywjv3KvR9w
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGzghUQRVk8&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JATr3vNOIYA&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9InaUJm0A8&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIF8VdoWKCk&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axlJjN4fAxk&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLTmZjk2CaI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mk6j4wmpH9E&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hBpF_Zj4OA&feature=relmfu
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yywjv3KvR9w
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGzghUQRVk8&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JATr3vNOIYA&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9InaUJm0A8&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIF8VdoWKCk&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axlJjN4fAxk&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLTmZjk2CaI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mk6j4wmpH9E&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hBpF_Zj4OA&feature=relmfu
fucking hate mornings.
General | Posted 13 years agoI fucking HATE mornings! Mornings, booze and abortions should not be allowed till after 4 P.M. But it's always happy hour somewhere so that means somewhere there's a gynecologists throwing back shots and fisting some burnt out old whore with his metal claw hand that got him a purple heart back in Nam.
If you think about it abortions, babies, and booze go very well together. Everyone needs a baby to abort, and if you drink enough you'll be squatting that little fucker out in no time. It's sorta like a woman giving birth to her own bloody mary. So, all abortion clinics should be required carry a supply of celery sticks next door in the sperm donation fridge.
Really though, my morning sucked. I got called in to work to cover the morning shift and my only delivery was a prank delivery to a bunch of punk teenagers. I can't wait for the little shitlins to go back to school.
They ordered $50 worth of pizza and sent me to two wrong addresses before their neighbor told me where they lived. Dumb ass gave me his actual last name.
Haha, joke's on you! I know where you live. I raped your sister and took a shit on your door step at three in the morning.
I actually am pro-life, and here's why. When your sister gives birth to a little demon spawn and is stealing your mom's pain medications and cursing you for her life going down the shitter just remember DON'T FUCK WITH THE PIZZA MAN!
If you think about it abortions, babies, and booze go very well together. Everyone needs a baby to abort, and if you drink enough you'll be squatting that little fucker out in no time. It's sorta like a woman giving birth to her own bloody mary. So, all abortion clinics should be required carry a supply of celery sticks next door in the sperm donation fridge.
Really though, my morning sucked. I got called in to work to cover the morning shift and my only delivery was a prank delivery to a bunch of punk teenagers. I can't wait for the little shitlins to go back to school.
They ordered $50 worth of pizza and sent me to two wrong addresses before their neighbor told me where they lived. Dumb ass gave me his actual last name.
Haha, joke's on you! I know where you live. I raped your sister and took a shit on your door step at three in the morning.
I actually am pro-life, and here's why. When your sister gives birth to a little demon spawn and is stealing your mom's pain medications and cursing you for her life going down the shitter just remember DON'T FUCK WITH THE PIZZA MAN!
