Well, spring has sprung! At least in our little corner of hell it has. The news of the day is that Blake’s mommy must have stopped by finally and cleaned up after the little bastard! Actually, I heard Paul tell … Continue reading It Must Be Spring
I was perusing a bookstore a couple of days ago and saw a copy of Psychology Today that caught my attention. In this issue was an article called Wicked Thoughts. It’s a pretty interesting article and parallels the idea behind … Continue reading Wicked Thoughts
I could take a few comments a day, and based a post entirely on the stupidity of the comment. Let’s take one of the first things said after Paul walked in 2 ½ hours late. (Don’t worry, he was working … Continue reading Dissecting Commentary: Only Support the “Good Guy” Athletes
I think what I love the most about listening to people talk about football, is the personalization they give everything. “My defense can still pull it out.” No, YOUR defense can’t do shit. “If I can hold on for just … Continue reading Are You Ready For Some (Fantasy) Football?!?
Burping, sneezing, coughing, farting, shitting, we all do it. (I know about the shitting, because Everyone Poops. Most people try to be respectful when they are having gaseous issues. Some, think it is absolutely hilarious to hear someone rip one out. … Continue reading Various Bodily Functions
You dipshits think that you can’t do it because it’s a tradition that came after the apostles from “pagans.” Guess what – a lot of shit came from so-called pagans. I expect you idiots to start shitting in holes and cleaning yourselves with your left hand, and walk fucking everywhere because that, my friends, is what the disciples did. Continue reading I’m Having Trouble Getting Past This
Not everyone appreciates the same music as you. That you most likely know. What you may not know is that they also might not like the sound of you chewing ice. Or potato chips. Or cereal. Or slurping soup. Or … Continue reading Shit You Should Know if You Work in a Cube Farm
I Hate Thinking This Stuff 