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Another John Bobbitt?
So let me get this straight,thestoryteller...your ex-BF cheated on you and you vandalized his car? What a -----! rickeysays,I don't do alot of proofreading for grammatical content. Spelling is my pet peeve. I type out how it sounds in my head. Josh,I mostly blame it on my pu$$y-whipped friends AND the bit--es they marry. I'll give you an example from years ago when I was still a fresh-faced little c--ksucker. Years ago I worked two full time jobs and I had a long Memorial Day weekend coming up. My friend invited me over after work. I got off at 7:30am and drove over. I brought a case of beer as planned. At the time,my friend worked about 60 hours a week and hadn't seen one another for quite a few weeks. He had gotten married against his friends advice and I had gotten my second job. So we're sitting there on the couch drinking a beer and just talkin' s--t about s--t. The bedroom door opens and here comes his lovely new bride(hint of sarcasm). She says to him"Aren't you going with me to pick out a paint scheme at Lowe's?". The look he gave her was priceless! I KNEW he had told her he would but what I didn't know was that he had told her he would about six weeks prior. ALOT of s--t can happen in six weeks. I didn't say s--t. I just sat there quietly waiting for the fireworks. He says"Uhhh yeah. About Lowe's. Pete and I were just catching up on old times and...". S--t hit the fan. She slammed the bedroom door and started screaming. Blah,blah,blah. Then my buddy's like"Well...you should just take the beer and go". I gave him an incredulous look and shook my head. He says"What? I did tell her". I walked to his door with the rest of the beer(22 beers BTW),turned around and said"You're right. Paint is more important than a friend. Pu$$y is more important than a friend. Just remember this,buddy old pal,I USED to be there for you like a friend,day or night,didn't matter. I've got $10.00 that says you'll get your balls out of her purse someday and you'll get a divorce". I hit the nail on the head that day. The marriage didn't last two years. And I'm no longer his friend. Guys? Do yourself a favor. You may not be able to f--k all of your childhood buddies but they'll stick with you for life. Get married,get pu$$ywhipped and that friendship disinegrates. And most times,so does the marriage. Then you've got nobody to f--k or get drunk with. All because you met a skank and couldn't say no.— July 31, 2009 10:41 a.m.
A Static Charge
"On the contrary, they are a potentially fatal distraction from real life." Funny,Fred. I see just the opposite in politics. I'll give you an example.... 9/11-HUGE f--king story. Governments counter-point? LOOK! Gay Iraqis will nuclear bombs!!!! America's reaction? Let's bomb the s--t out of them! That way,I don't have to think about the fact that our government systematically murdered 1,000's of my fellow citizens to justify the taking of our civil liberties. My reaction? F--kin' a$$holes! I need a beer and some football.— July 31, 2009 10:10 a.m.
Driving Drunk Is Not Easy
How many of you have a DUI under your belt? How many have two DUIs? Three DUIs?— July 31, 2009 10:02 a.m.
Another John Bobbitt?
Women are the sole reason I refuse to get married. I like my balls. I use them alot. It's nice to know that they're there when I might need to use them. I've seen MANY a good man become pu$$ies as soon as they go down to the church or city hall and shackle that ball & chain to their ankles.— July 30, 2009 4:45 p.m.
A Static Charge
So what you're saying is I'm an a$$hole because I'm not only booksmart but streetsmart as well? Life is my teacher SDaniels. It was only as I got older and more mature that I've seen the error of my thinking and do at regret the things that I've done. I wouldn't do it over for the woreld though. I'm bitter and anarchaic because I too often see America becoming like the spoiled,rich youth of Southern California.— July 30, 2009 3:13 p.m.
Driving Drunk Is Not Easy
Like Joe Walsh once sang:"I lost my license,now I don't drive". My last DUI was a Federal DUI. I blew a .154 and the ONLY reason the MPs stopped me was because I was speeding. I'm 275lbs,about 5'9" and have been drinking since I was 10 years old. I'm now 33. You do the math. .154 to me at that time was about .08 to a"normal"person. The BAC thresh hold that the Feds(and now all 50 states I believe)use is f--ked. Someone who drinks maybe a beer or a glass of wine every few days is going to EASILY blow a .08 if stopped if he/she has consumed a couple of drinks at dinner. Tolerance. Tolerance. Tolerance. It ALL about the tolerance. We're NEVER going to solve the drunk driving problem. Ever. It's here to stay. As someone who could've easily killed someone while drunk driving,it's a problem that I understand. Most non-drinkers and tee-totalers will never understand it so all they can do is scream bloody murder to MADD and the government from the rooftops when someone is killed by a drunk driver. It solves nothing. No amount of discussion on this subject will solve anything. Do I advocate getting wasted and driving? No f--kin' way. But it happens alot more than the average American with his head up his a$$ will ever comprehend. It's a problem. That will NEVER go away. Like Sam Kinison once said(ironically later in his life):"What are we going to do? Take the bus? F--k that! Can you see that? Bus pass please."— July 30, 2009 2:59 p.m.
Half Baked
Typical Sandy Eggo bulls--t!— July 30, 2009 2:48 p.m.
A Static Charge
I've been washing dishes on and off since I was 15. I've turned a menial job into not only a work of art but I've made it a trade as well. Not only do I think fast,have manual dexterity and work through pain(having to endure super hot water,super hot pans not being put into water to cool,sharp butcher knives being thrown into soapy water,etc,etc) but I also taught myself how to read at 3 years old. Yes. You read that correctly. Granted,I wasn't reading Shakespeare but I still taught myself how to read. How many 15 year olds do you know who threaten to kick the paper boy's ass if their paper is continually late? I was reading The Waukegan-News Sun,The Chicago Sun-Times and the Chicago Tribune everyday at 12 years old. I dropped out of high school at 15. At 20 my mother wanted me to get my GED. I agreed. She bought the book with practice tests. I ignored them. I recieved my GED in 8 hours without having studied anything and being out of school for over 5 years. While in prison,part of my mandatory parole release was to get my high school diploma. This time I had to study. So I faked it. I recieved my high school diploma again,in one day without ever studying. Basically,in a nut shell,I graduated high school in 6th grade. 7th and 8th I did what I had to do to graduate and my freshman year I did nothing but cause trouble. Tell me again Fred just how uneducated a dishwasher can be? Oh yeah,and I was smart enough to invest a car accident settlement when I was released from prison and before the market totally crashed. I know make about $70,000 a year just by monitoring my investments and playing a very stressing shellgame. I'll be going back to work soon but only becauase I'm bored again. Working hard is a trait passed down from my family.— July 30, 2009 11:28 a.m.
Juvenile Decoy
So if my son wants to paint his bicycle frame,it's fair for him to have to ask me to buy it for him because of a few bad apples? It's just like the ratings system for video games. My son is 12. If he wants any of the GTAs,he'll find a way to bypass the system altogether. I'm anti-age restriction on anything. I look at the issue as a fundemental freedom issue like most major European countries do. It's a parent's responsibility to keep an eye on their children.— July 30, 2009 11:11 a.m.
Driving Drunk Is Not Easy
We need to tell the Feds to get f--ked and increase the BAC back to .10 or higher.— July 30, 2009 11:02 a.m.