Gotta Crawl Before You Walk, Al...

Guess who's sick at home, languishing/anguishing on the couch?
Oui, moi!!!
Ha, took two years of French, and not a damn thang took. So now I'm just chilling here, watching all the daily crapcrud on TV.
Dr. Phil, wow. Some douchebag was on there, the one who won Survivor: China. Wah wahhhhhhhhh, I won a bunch of money and now my life is overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
I hate people so much. The guy sure did dive headfirst into drinking. Three liters a day? I find that hard to believe from a pipsqueak like him. I didn't watch the whole show, but I'm guessing it's all because he's gay.
Big fucking deal, dood. Get over it, it's no longer shunned in our society.
Try putting your big pants on, perhaps.
Can you imagine what someone who isn't a tool could do with the money?
Anyhoo, enough of that. I tire if it all.
Also, did some online stalking today, or tried to.
You win for today, though...
It is funny how far someone will go to hide themselves. I guess I should feel honored, or special, or...
Firmly rebuked?
Nahhhhhhh, I'm good.
The question in the final round of Family Feud was: How many times have you had your heart broken?
Lol, for shits and giggles I would've said, "Every time, Al. Every... damned... motherlovin'... time."
Then I'd wait for the "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"s to rain down on a brutha...
Ugh, at some point I need to go pay the gas bill. It is sooooo cold outside.
Also, my Chiefs were completely robbed by that other asshole team that shall not be named. Those referees...
No longer unbeaten, but far from over. I knew we'd lose it, but beat them again in a few at home. How about those Detroit Lions, though? The Packers better get their guy back before it's too late.
K.C. / Seattle Superbowl, I'm calling it...

Swoopity Doop...

Ahhhh, to be a superhero: flying, swooping, making those killer landings...
Ugh, I'm feeling a bit sick today. My sinuses are gushing, and my throat is all super scratchy. I'm sitting at home whist the others are all at some crap birthday party. Blerrrggggghhhh.
16 days into No Shave November, and I'm already done with this stupid face hair. It may not last the night, but we'll see. I will take a nice picture if I make it until then. Who knows, it may get better and I may keep it.
Anyhoo, sleep.
Well, after I pick a kid up from work.
Peace out, niggs.

Don't Let Your Son Go Down On Me...

Cheeky bugger, I is.
Busy week. I'm currently halfway through the month without but a lone post under my belt for the month of November. It's been hard to find time to mentally jizz all over blogger, let alone sans the watchful eyes of the prying, ravenous masses...
Hungering for my attention at the celebrations. Or, maybe, they just need a ride to and fro.
Gotta move on...
So, lets.
I worked at another plant today, on the floor. Easy day, perfect companion to a Thursday I spent watching others do all the work whilst I entertained other notions, and petted a few fuzzy, furry bunnies.
I'm really getting the hang of shmoozing the boss types to enjoy many of the creature comforts they partake of on a more regular basis than I...
Now, I do not mean I'm shamelessly pandering to their bullshit. I have not, nor will not, ever grovel(ed)...
Somehow that didn't come out right. Anyhoo, I just open my mouth and let the fun times pour out. People seem to like it, so WTF brah?!?
It seems to be setting me up for some semi near future plannings in the bigger scheme workwise, which is fine with me. My plans/hopes/dreams are that I will end up somewhere I rarely have to see another living soul.
There's a big brouhaha at work over a post some idiot coworker posted about my boss, which in turn was relayed to her. She apparently does not like this sort of thang.
So blah blah they end up screaming at each other in the breakroom. I'm hanging out with the two other doods that were working with me this week. It's those darned womenfolk everytizznizz...
I'm just ready to get on with it all, get away, make more money doing wayyyyyy less.
Don't we all...?
I often wonder what the outside person thinks when they read my ramblings. I feel like here, as out there in the big bad wide world, I have too many inside jokes going with myself. Or...
I have too much inner monologue going on that often I think the rest of you are in on it. Not sure if that makes any sense, but there you go. What are you going to do? Don't tell me how to live...
Up next, the new Percy Jackson movie in about 45 minutes. Funjinx.

Pap Slappy...

Howdy, folks. Check out this beautiful specimen, won't you now, hey?
I made this. She's such a cutie pie. She went to take some Senior pictures with her friend's mammy, who took the pictures, a graduation present for my awesome kid. Yay!!!
I can't wait to see the rest of the pictures, but I will await the finished product. I don't want to get all up in the lady's business. I can wait, since I have the real kid to smack around at mein own leisure...
Kidding on the slapdoodle.
So anyway, party up in here apparently. I hope it's winding down because I kind of have a headache anyhoo. Some guy had his kid here, and that little fucker was crazy. He needed to beat that kid's ass good actually. You can love your kid, sure...
But you have to teach him not to act like a freaking crazed monkey on crack cocaine.
That's a whole deal that I don't have the will to type out. Hope the kid chills out.
Tomorrow the Chiefs will hopefully woop some more ass, this time in Buffalo.
I will also watch the new Walking Dead episode. Carol needs to hurry up and hug a zombie.
WTF?!?
Also, Tyreese went ballistic on a horde of zombies around him with only a hammer, and doesn't even get bit?
Hmmmmmmmmmmm...
Ok, lay in the dark time. My head is throbbing.