mmmmmmmm love the volcano, only hit one once, but damn was that a good day
I once heard someone say that not a single jam from Big Cypress can be considered “best ever” for a particular song (if the jam came out of that song and is still considered part of the song).
damn man, i thought i was gonna have a day off to catch up on sleep but i get called in for another 7-9 hour shift.
its my fault though because i said i needed all the hours i could get so i guess its a good thing.
once i’m there its no problem, i just have a hard time getting myself out the door to actually go in.
Satin blouse unbuttoning
Satin blouse unbuttoning
Time is a stripper, doin’ it just for you
Time is a stripper doin’ it just for you…
JUST FOR YOU!
The most condescending personality on TV: Mike Rowe from “Dirty Jobs.”
The whole show reeks of “hey, let’s look down upon what you do on a daily basis.”
I love that show.
And he isn’t looking down on anyone.
Maybe you are.
It is just a dirty job… and someones gotta do it.
I saw a license plate on the way to my office this morning that said this…
I LIK TWT
I couldnt’ believe it… I had to look again and it damn sure said I like/lick twat… I can’t believe the DMV let him put that on there. Classic.
Oh, and I was on my way into work a few months back when I saw one that said “Faguar”… apparently it’s Jag that belongs to a well-know lawyer around these parts - Mark Faggart.
LMFAO…
So a Friend of mine runs this catering service. They send staff out to work alot of high profile parties in the Hampton’s during the summertime. I’ve worked a few before. You get 15$ an hour +tips. I’ve Baretended parties that had Billy Joel, Larry Brown (NBA coach), Jerry Seinfield, and Phoenix Suns GM Brian Colangelo(who was the nicest guy, and actually talked B-Ball with me and another B’tender for about 15 minutes at the end of a party at his house in EastHampton).
Anyway, she sends an email out to all her friends letting us know that they’re in need of help, and says if anyone is looking for extra cash, shoot her an email and she’ll set 'em up with some work. Some of the folks she sent the email to , I know and some I don’t. Anyway the email went out to about fifty people.
So this guy “R”(I hate using names on boards) responds. I don’t know this fella, but I think he hit the “reply to all” option accidentally, 'cos he goes on and on about how he hadn’t been in touch with anyone in a while, and had been really depressed 'cos he caught his boyfriend giving some dude head in the back of a bar in Chelsea, and now thinks his boyfriend has been cheating alot and is afraid that he may have the herpes after just seeing his Doctor.
HO-LEEEEE-SHIT DUDE!
I nearly fell off my chair.
haha that’s awesome.
I hate it when people hit “reply all.” so damn annoying.
Well, I just might have to get Taco Bell for lunch.
Three soft Fresco style and perhaps a Meximelt.
TAco Bell?? Yuck you are scum. dirty, american, materialistic, lazy, fat, stupid scum.
you should be ashamed.
and kill yourself.
no Del Taco?
you pussy.
brett…why you not been at the festie downtown?
femi kuti wednesday…the wailers (with a white bob marley) yesterday…food…i had tons of wine…im oging to check out the hot club of detroit down there in awhile…you been missin out, yo!
I use the “high importance” red exclamation point with every email I send out.
Why?
Easy. Because all of the emails I send out are very, very important. To me.
I do because I never get e-mails anyway. At least I can spy on other people’s stuff.
Random story: My friend was a bartender who used to work weddings on occasion. On one night there was some guy who needed to order a fuzzy navel for his wife or whatever but didn’t want to look like some fruity fellow and he didn’t want to have to say it out loud all night. Anyway, my buddy said “Well…let’s call it something else. How about a HACKSAW!!?” So the dude’s like “YEAH! Gimmie a HACKSAW!!” So for the rest of the night the guy kept coming up and the two had their only little private running gag as the guy kept coming up and ordering hacksaws. It got really bad as the dude got more wasted and he would come up a yell “HACKSAW!!! YAAAA!!” followed by a manly grunt as though it was the manliest drink on Earth. No real punchline but my buddy got a monster tip from it."
Ah yes…
i drank a bunch of hacksaws at this wedding when i was like 16…i guaged my drunkeness by how much this sign above the urinal was moving around in my vision.
i poured one all over me…puked…and thats as far as i remember.
Maybe they were a fan of ‘Twist’.
saw this one in a parking garage in downtown Asheville one day
What’s in a hacksaw? I’ve never had one
fucking printer. one day man. one day.
So i feel like a tool. This dude who I met the first night of moe. Highline run finally made plans to hang out with me. I had kind of liked him for awhile even though I didn’t know him too well. But we had lot of fun on the dance floor when we met and he’d been trying to find time to chill with me since.
Anyway, he invited me out to long island to see U-Melt at Mulchahey’s in Wantagh. I’m not huge into U-Melt, but whatever. And we’re chillin and its fun, then he tells me has a confession, and is like “Yeah that dude in the red shirt is friends with my girlfriend.” and I’m thinking, “Great i knew this was too good to be true” and we still danced a little but kept it conspicuous. There was really nothing I could do about it, so I wasnt even too upset about it at the time. He told me that their relationship had been pretty rocky and that she’s going away soon. So I just tried not to think about it and kind of kept my distance. Then since we were so aware of what was going on he wanted to be good and not mess around with me. Which was a respectable move. He kept saying “Don’t hate me, please don’t hate me I really wanna go to a show with you again.” and I told him not to worry that I don’t really hate people and that sometimes people need to be people. Of course way deep down inside I wasnt even aware of how disappointed I really was.
On my way home I came more in touch with my feelings. I was disappointed, confused and for some reason I felt kind of unspecial. I never get to be the chick that anyone wants as their special lady, just their cool show going chick. Its like im destined to be single forever, not that there’s anything wrong with that. I like my independence. But it just feels hopeless for some reason. But as they say “Obla di Obla Da, life goes on…brah!”