Monday, August 18, 2014
Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
The Ferguson cop is innocent.
Ok, so I need a little work on the ending.
Smooth and creamy...
I loved how baby boy mama said they should put that cop in jail. If anyone is to blame for his death, it is only himself and his mom for not raising him right and tanning that ass as needed. Yeah, that's the little angel in the picture...
If the cop was guilty, I'd be all for him getting thoroughly jacked, but I do not believe it is so. That kid was one fucked up dood, but at least he got his vitamin C...
Anyhoo, hope it all blows over soon. Everybody thurr either wants to be part of some fucked up "movement" or they wanna get some free shit, or hurt innocent people.
Good thing he's guilty as shit, or that'd suck that his death attracted such gutter trash. Even the black reporter on CNN last night was giving the black community there a piece of his mind.
Fucked up world, fucked up people.
And fuck this guy...
Nothing racist about it. I'm just looking at the facts. Reversed, I'd feel the same way.
It's time for the Whitey Witch Hunt!!!
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
So, howdy do to all and all that. Other than that, blah blabbity blahhhhh, and a side of yada yada dipsy doodiddley dooooooooooo.
Exciting day: went to Wal Mart and bought two shirts for $3 each.
I know, right? I will say that one was a sweeet Spiderman shirt, which I have none of. Looking now at it on the wall, still digging it. On top of that, I am currently wearing the other one, What Does The Fox Say shirt.
I still truly believe I won in the end. But who's to say, eh?!?
Also bought a scale, which read me at 178 today. Pretty awesome, though my return to workout today was a real bitch. I need to eat so much more than I do. I just want to lose those last few pockets of resistance before I try to heap man meat on top of it. I will fight through, and start killing it again. Eat, eat, eat.
I wanted to see Guardians of the Galaxy again today, but I'm just wore out. At some point before bed I need to throw a huge salad together and then launch it down mein throathole...
Anyhoo, I now realize resistance is futile, and we are all dooooooooooooooooooooooooomed.
Doomed, I say...
Don't spit up my ass and tell me it's raining.
I've been in love before...
The hardest part is when you're in it to win it in a minute.
Now, in a John Witherspoon voice complete with cocked eye, imagine me saying, "Yeahhhhh, boyyyyyy!!!"
Friday, August 01, 2014
Didn't know that there were actually six Guardians of the Galaxy, did you?
Yes, the Great Gravy Train of Goofiness, hisself.
SIR RONGRAVY, OF PLANET JUDD NELSON.
Know of he...?
Anyhoo, I went to see Guardians of the Galaxy last night, much later than I'd anticipated, if at all. So...
I get off of work, thinking I'll be able to supremely toke out by 7 pm, and get all "derrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." beforehand.
I get behind some slow fuck all the way home, who ends with going halfway through a right turn before just... stopping. What. The. Fuck?
I had a screw in my left tire that I was going to get fixed this weekend. I whipped around him, and my tires spun on the wet road. It must've pulled the screw out because I got home, and it drained out immediately.
I spent awhile finding a jack, borrowing a lug wrench, getting it plugged, and putting it all back on. Done.
I smoke out, and someone doesn't bring my car back early enough, so I'm thinking 8 pm showing.
At 7:40, nice and baked silly, I can't find my keys, nor the back up ones I keep on the wall.
Both were taken. What. The. Fuck. Again?!?
Someone brings me my keys, and I finally make it to the 9 pm showing, though I have to be up at 5 am for work. Bummer, but oh wellz...
I will say the movie was amazing, and so worth all that trouble. I loved it, and thought it was wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy better than The Avengers. So much more to love. I worried the CG Rocket would be hokey, as would be Groot, but they stole the movie. Dancing Groot at the end was great.
I rarely find a true A+ movie, but this was it. I think they'll totally eclipse The Avengers in creamy goodness. They've already done it in mein own black, shriveled heart...
So, in summation: Go see Guardians of the Galaxy, it is easily the best movie of this year, if not the last few or so.
Btw, I wore my Superman tee last night. A DC in a room full of Marvels...
It's all good, I wish I had more shirts. I have alot of Superman stuff, and Batman. Ummm, I have a few Captain America shirts, but they are all long sleeve. Dng, I just realized I have hardly anything. My kid buys the same stuff, so I hate getting mixed up. I told him to pick superheroes, and stay out of meinz.
I will find a few Guardians tees, though. I'm more the Rocket type, wise cracking, but all business...
I need to go find out what the fuck happened to my lighter. Go see the movie, then repeat until satisfied. I'm seeing it again this weekend, after a few dozen bong hits.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
I just found this photo on my laptop, just now even.
Anyhoo, whatever. I just got back from seeing my parental units in Springfield. My Mammy made Schnitzel with baked beans and cucumbers and uhhhhhhh...
Some kind of killer potato salad. It was all the bomb. Yea, amen.
Loved it. Right now I'm jamming to some extended mix stuffs on Youtube. Shake for the Shiek, to be exact. Great song, even better mix. Could've used more guitar like their mix for Wil, Wild West. I liked Escape Club, too bad they didn't have but about two good songs in them. Bummer.
Oh yeah, by the dubs...
I was looking for pipe screens earlier, and lo and behold.
A nice healthy nugg of kush. I have no idea where it came from, and I'm more than happy to oblige.
Thank you, Weed Gawds.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Man, can't wait to see this when it comes outness...
Watching the new Norm MacDonald podcast with Roseann Barr. I'm normally not a big fan of hers, but he seems to love her, and the conversation is popping. I saw her judging on Last Comic Standing this season, trying to orate her feelings on someone's performance. She was completely off base, and tried to backpedal on her critique. Also, I remember Johnny Rotten's story about nearly being on her show back in the day. Twas not to be, and I bet old Johnny didn't give a flying fuck...
Anyhoo, worked out today. Feeling sickly, though, so not much heat on today's crunch out.
Not really much going on.
Not seeming to be extremely witty today, either.
Maybe posting was a bad idea.
Back away from me slowly, and do not make eye contact...
Bee tee dubs: Congrats to Germany in the World Cup. Fuck Argentina, and Brazil for that matter. Not the countries, but those players are some dirty ass floppers. Also, wah wahhhhhh on the fans.
Suck it up, there's always four years from now...
Soon NFL will be back. Yay for me. Also, this will make the rest of the wait for The Walking Dead a bit more bearable...
Dot dot dot...
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Lounging around like a little piggy, sipping on a nice, tall glass of iced tea?
Nahhhhh, but I've been semi busy, at least.
For one, the World Cup has been pretty dang sweeet. Sadly, I watched Holland go down. I thought they'd smack ass on the Argentinians...
Yesterday, watching Germany annihilate Brazil 7-1 was amazing. I loved it because the Brazilian team is full of smug, camera mugging flop artists.
"Wahhh wahhhhhh, we didn't have Neymar!!!"
Really? One guy gone ends your aspirations? Wow, that's a load of bullschlaka...
So, other than that, just working out daily. Looking great, and feeling amazing. I'm still feeling the pains and aches, but they are lessening. Soon I will be a well oiled machine once again. Trying to stay away from cigarettes, having a hard time, at times. I will conquer, though.
Watched the movie, Tammy, with Melissa McCarthy. I liked it, but we saw it in a completely empty theater, and Susan Sarandon grosses me out. Sorry, don't find her hot, even back in the day.
Ewwww, ginger bush. So grody.
Also, I was getting "fixins" for a salad I was making for my kid, when a fly flew into the refrigerator. I immediately start swatting away at it. Suddenly, another enters forbidden air space. I frantically attempt to shoo them out, and end up raking my fingers deeply through a watermelon half, splattering mein shorts.
This flew me into a rage. I then caught both flies and crushed them. There is only penalty, and that, mein friends, is DEATH, pure and simple.
Anyhoo, I guess things have been fine, but somewhat boring. Even the bullshit I deal with is the same old same old. Assholes abound at work, and they try to cause me grief.
No fucking clue.
Such is life. I use anger to fuel my workouts, and it really helps.
Anger is an energy, said Johnny...
I can't wait to see Argentina get their come uppance...
Speaking of The Rotten One, wonder who his pick for the win is, and if it is even the same as who he'd actually like to win out of the two?
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Right now finishing up the last season of East Bound and Down. Gots my kid's XBOX 360 in here to watch some HBOGO. When I'm done, I'll more than likely give it back to him. I haven't checked if they have more, and better, access to movies. HBO OnDemand kind of sucks. Anyhoo...
Right? That's me and Kenny housing it up. Can't you tell by the headphones, and the fact that he's gripping them like he's laying some smooth and creamy jam all over that bread.
What a great show, right up there with a few other greats: Get a Life. ALF. Great, now I can't think of any more right now...
So I've been working out and running again for two weeks now. Looking great, and feeling it, too.
I still have a few cigarettes here and there, but I'm ready to say goodbye for good soon. Also, being at a real gym, and ramming a ton of baked chicken and protein, has bulked me up nicely already. I noticed parts of my upper arm are already getting pretty thick again, and I love it when others notice. Helps me keep going...
Planet Fitness is pretty sweeet. My diet is killer, too. Very low fat, high fiber and protein. Nothing bad at ALL. I keeps it pretty clean. Lots of greens. I have a few last pockets of resistance that will shrink and die soon enough. I am doing a pretty good job of muscle building, though. I have been eating a shit ton of baked chicken, but I also eat alot of peas, or beans of different kinds, or lentils, and such. If there's beef around, as long as it's not some gristly, fatty piece of death, I will scarf it down. I don't do it all the time, but when I go to a buffet like Golden Corral, I fill up as much as I can. I really don't want to get down to 150ish again.
Buffer, I say, but still extremely tight. I want definition, I also have access to way better ab machines, and more diverse. I have three that I do daily, but I like to change things up here and there with a random other machine.
Yeah, I love when I'm like this. I'm probably annoying to people, but they can see what I do works in a very short time. Plus, no vagina neck. My skin is kind of loose, but it'll shrink. I'm looking for a more permanent style fit look for me. No more falling off the wagon, or tobacco love. I will still toke, of course, but it actually truly is medicinal to me. Works wayyy better than any antidepressant I ever took. They all made me want to just die...
Anyhoo, time to smoke while I am still weak for them. I wish I could share so much more on here, but I always seem to begin to clam up on here as I go along. Sadly...
So much weirdness in my life, probably most of it my fault, or some penance I must pay to some vindictive shadowy figure, literally and metaphorically...?
I tire of deep thinking, or being forced to listen to other lesser beings make feeble attempts at doing so. I get it, it's all some fucked up "everybody's got a perspective on things"...
I get that.
My problem is that 99.99999999% of the world is full of people whose perspective is straight up:
I guess it has always been like this, and will continue to do so well after my bones crumble to dust.
Makes you wonder why anyone, other than the shitheels of this planet, would want to be immortal.
Would I, could I, I would use my indestructibility to punish the evildoer. It would also help to be able to reach large masses to be able to "judge" them as "aight" or "fucked" and award accordingly.
I could just go to prisons and sweep my arm across a field of prisoners, and the savable will watch the rest writhe and burn. No one would be safe from this watchful eye. But, most would be safe, as most do not want more than just to be happy. Sadly, they usually don't rule, just suffer.
I don't feel very optimistic about all that lovey dovey shit right now, but ehhhhh...
It's all good, though I weep for the future.