Monday, August 22, 2005

In case you weren't paying attention......

FUCK YOU Bell South!!!!!!
I am having BroadBand installed Thursday. they screwed me again.. Posting the story Friday.

FUCK YOU Bell South!!

Your heard me.....Fuck You!!!

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

  • Latest sibling to sibling insults
  • crotchmunch
    pillowbiter
    shithead
    asscrap
    asspole
    asswipe
    frog balls
    Her comment: “Actually asshole it was Frog Nuts!”
    asshole
    frog Nuts
    …And she said she would shred my spine with a shrimp fork.

    Friday, August 12, 2005

    Awww, CRAP!!

    I am reposting sibling insults tonight. I left my list at home. nnnrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!

    Thursday, August 11, 2005

    I didn't do it......

    My sister strongly suggested that I post this e-mail I wrote to her about a week ago discussing whether or not to sleep in a tent, or just get a hotel room for an upcoming party we are going to attend out in the country. (And I am planning a 4am prank when everyone is asleep).

    Well, that’s what I was getting at, 2 e-mails ago. There is no way to know.... it could be raining assjuice sideways for all we know.....I know!!! Lets just take the tent to the hotel and set it up in that room downstairs... HA!!!!!! I would say, wait until the week of, when they sort of know what the weather will be....and just go from there.... If it is low 80's I would think with a small fan in the tent, it would be cool enough to sleep...... and we will be so drunk I don’t think it will be a problem..........but either way, its going to be a pain in the ass to set up……..and set it up again, because we fucked it up. And I am predicting the phrase, “Is that a bug or a beer can?”; I think we might actually die if we sleep outside....... I am not a boy scout!!!! Anyone have an inflatable bed?? Shit, we would be on a field of crabgrass.... it sort of sounds like a pain the monkey button..... I guess we will figure it out..... and yes... BlogHag IS funny. Oh here is another idea....wait until about 4 am, pull my truck up to a tent and kick on the lights and horn at the same time............ That fat guy that helped me cook last year will have circulatory failure........ I WILL NOT SPEND THE ENTIRE DAY FUCKING COOKING AGAIN.... IF THEY PUT ME ON THE GRILL AGAIN, I WILL BE PISSED!!.....I don’t mind helping, but to say...."Hi Chris, nice to see you, Um, here are 2 grills and 3 deep fryers.... please cook for 100 people. "You people are vultures...I am going to spit in every 3rd burger!!!"
    (Thanks Krusty the Klown).

    In case any family members read this; I would not spit in the food, and you are not vultures. It’s from the Simpsons. The Simpsons is a cartoon. On TV. That giant black box in the corner of your living room that you continually ignore.

    Q and A with S. Farts

    Brought to you by:
    KarlaBabble

    1. You cut off your right earlobe and mailed it to Pamela Anderson with a tiny love poem painstakingly written on it. She was so charmed that she had to meet you, and the two of you fell in love. Now, not only are doing Pam Anderson on a daily basis, but you're also flying all over the world for expensive vacations, living in a couple different mansions, and hanging with Hollywood stars. There's one tiny problem--now that you've been living the fantasy for 2 months, Pam has decided she can only love you if you wear ladies clothing and a dog collar and leash everywhere you go. The attire doesn't have to be big hoop skirts or satin evening gowns (because that would just be silly), but things like tube tops, bikini tops, mini skirts and capri pants with dainty but low-heeled sandals. Do you stay with her and conform to her wishes, or go back to your old life? (Oh and by the way, that whole hepatitis C thing was cured long ago.

    (SF)- But I LIKE big hoop skirts and satin evening gowns. My biggest worry would be following Kid Rock….I know Pam and “Kid” didn’t have children, but the inbred redneck gene he possess is SO concentrated that I would suspect if Pam and I had a kid, it would be a drooling idiot with a forehead the size of a man hole cover. But, you only live once, What the hell…….Pawn the little retard off to the circus, continue to travel, and most importantly……..bang the BeJesus out of Pam on a daily basis.


    2. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done? (I never get tired of this question.)

    (SF)- Once as a kid, in church, on the upper balcony, I farted so loud, the pastor just for a second, actually stopped speaking.
    Insert “pew” joke here.


    3. Your darling sister Angela has become such an internet celebrity with her blog noodleburgoo.com, that she's let it all go to her head. She has now legally changed her name to Noodle Burgoo, and insists that you call her either Noodle, or Miss Burgoo. You love your sister and want her to be happy--do you indulge her and call her Noodle? Or tell her she's an idiot and refuse to go along with this ridiculous idea? Your friends think this is hilarious, and have started calling you names like Penne and Rotini.

    (SF)- I would convince her to compromise like all loving siblings do and change her name to Miss Burgoodle. Then laugh my ass off after she did it.

    4. If you could choose to do any job in the world, and money were not an object, what would it be?

    (SF)- I would dress up like the Grim Reaper and by day, walk through nursing homes and just point at everybody. And nightly I would pick a resident at random and stand right next to the bed until they wake up.


    5. Would you rather lose the use of your left leg forever, or live the rest of your life with the name Marilyn Prissypants?

    (SF)- Well, that would depend on what my MIDDLE name would be.
    I wouldn’t want to look silly.

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    You're all assholes and I hate every one of you.

    Look you jackasses; I am new to this blog thing. How about I "rerun" a dump truck over your rib cages? Ha! Sorry, I got so excited about a link I got to work, I accidentally reposted, or reran a post or something. Actually I’m not sorry. Go to hell. Quiz in a few.

    Tuesday, August 09, 2005

    Lottery Hell......

    I stopped at Quickie Mart today, 6th in line with 2 cashiers. One playing with garbage, the other counting LOTTERY TICKETS! I am absolutely cursed with this… If I am not first in line, whoever is in front of me, usually EVERYONE in front of me has a fist full of these damn things that have to be penciled in, “No mam, they need to be hexagons not circles.”…..scanned, (but NOT through the credit card reader), rescanned, punched, coded, processed, then finally printed. By the time Goober Dipshit has printed 4 tickets…….Mr. Lotto asshole has already violated 20 scratch-offs like a raving lunatic and is waiting to cash in the winners… transaction # 3!!!!!!!! If we were cartoons, I would have crushed his brainpan with an Acme anvil. Somewhere, one of my X girlfriends has a little voodoo doll of me standing 13th in line in a little quickie mart diorama, with a little voodoo bastard 1ST in line with 18 fucking lottery tickets glued to his little voodoo bastard hand! Who ever you are! Please for the love of GOD…. Shove a needle in my eye……saw off my limbs…..SET ME ON FIRE! But please for the love of God, end this lottery hell!

    Monday, August 08, 2005

    dark,warm puddles...

    Recently, a brown substance later identified as…
    Doe whiz…
    Buck juice....
    DEER URINE!!!! was found in a state supervisor’s office, covering the desk, chairs and half of the floor. (On radio), the last thing the reporter said was, "Investigators are trying to determine whether this was an accident, or a prank."
    Hmmmm, an accident? BUUZZZZZ!!!!! as in WWRROONGG!!
    I WILL figure out the most logical explanation of how this could have possibly been an accident. Any ideas of your own? GO!

    Wednesday, August 03, 2005

    Oh well.

    50 of my co-workers and I each put in 2 cents and bought one lottery ticket.
    We didn’t win.