Friday, October 22, 2004

I'm Not R. Kelly

 Congratulations to Joanne for being the first to respond to my quote question and getting it correct!!!!

w00t w00t

As a prize, she gets her link up on my main page for a week. Now Joanne, don't expect to get much traffic, you'd be lucky if I am able to send 3 people your way...hey, I promised to put your link up, I didn't promise traffic to your blog.

A little bit about Joanne and why you should go visit her at Joanne's Life - she volunteers a lot of her time for various things (i.e. Girl Scout Leader, even though she doesn't have any kids), she also goes to a lot of gay bars even though she is straight, which make for some fun stories from a straight woman's perspective.

She also has a great knack for keen observations. I loved her post about "Random Stoppers" in stores. You know the type, the kind that are walking and they just stop in the middle of the walk way. I get irritated just thinking about it.

Anyways, she has a great blog - go check it out.

Joanne's Life

By the way, you will all be happy to know that I have a new camera and with my new upgraded computer at work, I'll be able to take pictures and upload them quickly to the website to go along with my superb writing skills.

It costs about $5,783 dollars less than Bad Mamma Jamma's camera, but it will get the job done.






Last Friday I pull up to the little building and quickly find myself a parking spot. I get out of my car and I immediately hear the music cranked up from inside the building blaring out Salsa music.

I check myself in my side mirror and give myself a wink as I head towards the door.

Two women were outside smoking (no smoking inside public places in California - for those of you who don't know) when I notice my friend Mr. Bum....I'm going to call him Mr. Bum because in this story I'm going to make him a Beach Bum with a Californian accent....he doesn't really, and to be honest, I don't think he has ever had a tan in his life, but to help spruce this story up, he's going to have a California accent.

"Dooood, we've been waitin for ya brah," Mr. Bum said as he holds his hand out wanting to do some slick handshake.

"Hey what's up Mr. Bum...is your wife here?" I asked as I held my hand still while his slapped mine, rolled it over mine and then he snapped his finger.

"YEAH dood, she's inside with some friends....I was just getting some fresh air."

Mr. Bum turns towards the door and pays for my cover charge.

"Hey - you don't have to pay for me...let ..."

He cuts me off with a quick, "Dood, seriously, don't even stress about it, I gotcha brah."

Inside we meet up with his wife and some of her friends. We'll call his wife Mrs. Hip Hop because she takes a lot of Hip Hop dance classes. She is going to have a valley girl accent because I'm quickly realizing how horrible this story is going to be and I need to make my characters more interesting.

"Like, Oh My God! Its TIMMY!"

"Hey how are you?" I ask as I flash my Clark Gable smile.

"You know most of my friends except for one in particular...Oh my God, I can't believe so many of my friends are here tonight, I'm like a total sosh!"

Mrs. Hip Hop puts her arm around her friend and says, "Like, this is my friend Boobs, she's from the Citaaaay...we're like talking, total heart beat of the world, fer sure."

She's called Boobs because her chest was very boobalicious. She was a very attractive woman, and then it is at this point that it hit me.

I was being set up with Boobs by Mr. Bum & Mrs. Hip Hop.

Mrs. Hip Hop kept asking me over and over the week leading up to the dancing whether or not I was going...she wanted confirmation after confirmation.

Now I know why, she had a secret plan to set me up with Boobs.

I hate being set up - especially on a surprise like this.

Now for those of you who don't know, the "City" in Northern California, is San Francisco. Its about a 45 minute drive North from where I am. So if Boobs was from the City as Mrs. Hip Hop had said, the very least I could do was talk to her and dance with her.

Maybe we'd hit it off and I'd be banging on her chest like the congos as I make her scream out, "TIMMY!'s life is better than mine."

The girls head off for the table they were sitting at while Mr. Bum walks with me and says. "Dood, I was going to tell you but Ms. Hip Hop made me promise not to tell you or she said I couldn't go surfing over the weekend. You know how I need to surf brah, besides - she's good looking - schwwwwing."

Mr. Bum had a point there. She was good looking. In fact, she was good enough looking that I would be willing to share a tamale with her.

She was very mature and just a great personality all around. We seemed to be getting along great when I found out her age.

**Bwwwwwwwwwew.......Rooo roooo rooooo.........Bwwwwwwewww......**

Sirens go off in my head. She was only 21.

Now that's only a 5 year difference; however, I have made a lot of decisions in my life that have led me to this point in my life that is not to ideal when it comes to dating. Especially when it is someone so young. The only time this is acceptable is if I'm rich or really old. I definitely plan on having a pre-nuptial agreement on my next marriage to state that if the wife dies first, I will be allowed to go out and get a 21 year old

But not now - even though it has been awhile and I could use some fun...I just won't do it.

There is no way I would go out with her in a romantic setting, I'd hang out with her as friends, but not romantically. She was very mature and attractive and I would have guessed that she was my age or maybe older, but the reality is this isn't a fairy tale. Reality is I'm trying to start my life over by clearing old emotional baggage out and make the best possible life for my 2 year old daughter while she is just starting her life out.

She doesn't need that in her life whether she knows it or not. I would even think twice about someone my own age getting involved with me because it isn't ideal. I wouldn't make the decision for someone my age whether to date them or not, but I will for someone who is only 21 even if they are tamale lady beautiful. I guess I'll just stick with my book reading.

Mr. Bum gets up and asks Boobs to dance to give Mrs. Hip Hop a chance to get the status of her current Match Making Game.

"Like, are we talking Burt & Loni material here or what? I am like soooooo happy with myself."

"She's great, but I'm not going to date someone that young."

"What? If I had known this would be so difficult, I wouldn't have signed up for this gig...fer sure."

"She's to young....and by the way, don't set me up again, sheeeeeesh."

"Argh, like, you suck."

I left shortly after that....

If you disagree with my decision, you're wrong....cause I'm always right. Except for one time, which I hope I corrected in my last post, but savor the flavor - because that doesn't happen, and I will never be wrong again.






I recently saw Ladder 49.

Awesome Movie.

Must See. Seriously...it was a great movie, I didn't even get pissed off when the chick in front of me started sobbing like a baby through the sad scenes like I normally do because I enjoyed the movie so much. Typically I would be kicking the chair in front of me telling the broad to shut up. It is because of these types of emotional outbreaks that proves my point that women should not be allowed to vote.

Ladder 49 stars John Travolta..... John Travolta?........

John Travolta also played in Swordfish with one of my favorite women, Halle Berry

Halle Berry was in Jungle Fever with Wesley Snipes

Wesley Snipes was in the Rising Sun with Sean Connery

Sean Connery was in Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade with Harrison Ford

Harrison Ford was in American Graffiti with Charles Martin Smith

Charles Martin Smith was in Touching Wild Loose with Jane Seymour

Jane Seymour was in Somewhere In Time with who?......doot do dun!!!!!

CHRISTOPHER REEVE!!!!!!!


Thank you - thank you.



Speaking of Christopher Reeve - I belong to a Gaming Forum called the Offices Club. The only one I have ever been loyal too. Now I know this might come as a shock, but I have a very short attention span, but this forum has kept my attention for almost 2 years now. Whew.

Anyways, the President of the forum, after reading my stories of Christopher Reeve, decided to bless me with a wonderful award of Black Heart. Now I don't think he meant for it to be a good thing, but I gladly accept it as an honor for him to present it to me and I take it as a wonderful award that we all should strive to obtain.

The Black Heart


The Officer's Club (OC) was established in February 2003 as an online community centered around the Vietnam game Jungle War. Since then we have evolved into an independent organization bound togeather by common interests and long-standing friendships.


The goal of the Officer's Club is to provide a fun, friendly enviroment for individuals from all across the world. The club is a very laid back enviroment.



If that sounds like something you'd be interested in, then take a gander over and sign up.

The Officer's Club

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

If You Hate Me, Take A Number

 
To: TIMMY!
From: berynice920@XXXXX.com
Subject: disgusting

u are a disgusting person for writing such horrible things about Christoper Reeve. u think ur so gud but you dont knwo jack. ur racist sexist and everythign else everyone strides not to be. u disgust me. people like u keep hate in the world


To: berynice920@XXXXX.com
From: TIMMY!
Subject: re: disgusting

I'm really sorry, I'm just going through some difficult issues in my personal life. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings and this is just a way for me to get my anger and frustrations out. This is my journal and I thought that is what a journal is for?

Am I wrong?

Tim


To: TIMMY!
From: berynice920@XXXXX.com
Subject: re: re: disgusting

hi tim,
i'm sorry u are going through some hard time in ur life. we all go through tuff times but i dont think u need to make fun of people to feel better. i honesty hope u find happiness and that u feel better and find a differnt way to get ur anger out. u shouldnt keep it inside of u but u shouldnt strike out and hurt someone eles so u feel better.
if u want to talk ssometime u can always email me.janet


To: berynice920@XXXXX.com
From: TIMMY!
Subject: re: re: re: disgusting

If I email you again after this, it will be to get your address so I can send you a dictionary you fucking idiot. Take 3 seconds out of your busy day and hit the "spell check" on your computer so other people won't have to spend 7 extra minutes reading out loud trying to understand your emails.

I'm not going through difficult times in my personal life - I was lying, my life is perfect unlike yours.

I'm not racist, I make fun of everyone - deal with it. Most of my posting has an underlying message making fun of the ignorance of stereotyping from the general public, but you're to stupid to comprehend and read between the lines.

Fuck off and do us all a favor by strangling yourself with your mouse cord you twat.

TIMMY!



To: TIMMY!
From: berynice920@XXXXX.com
Subject: re: re: re: re: disgusting

jerk.





And then Chad said...."bobblie gooblie boo"

Susy & Jonathan were laughing so hard they were crying while Tyron, Ngoc, Habib and Jose just stared at the crazy honky fool.

That's how I felt today.

I felt like the moron white guy telling a joke where only other white people laugh.

I pissed off someone who is super rad....

Her Royal Highness:

The Pissed Kitty Herself

This is what is going on in Pisser's inner circle right now:

I say we kill him!
[shouts] Yeah!
I say we hang him, then we kill him!
[shouts] Yeah!
I say we stomp him!
[shouts] Yeah!
Then we tattoo him!
[shouts] Yeah!
Then we hang him!
[shouts] Yeah!
And then we kill him!
[shouts] Yeah!

The first person who leaves a comment where this quote came from gets their link up on my webpage for a week.


So anyways, I pissed her off....I needed to do a birthday invitation for one of my co-workers and I was feeling lazy and I remembered a kick ass story that Pisser wrote that I thought would be really cool and perfect for what I was thinking of.

So I grabbed the story and customized it to fit what I needed and sent it out to like 10 people at my work.

I forwarded the email to Pisser and told her that I used her story and I plagiarized it but it was only for work people.

I chopped her story up, added and deleted stuff.....doing everything that Martha Stewart would have done.

I didn't think much of it because it was only for work people and they don't really count as real people anyways. That and I would have felt pretty cool if someone used one of my stories even if they did chop it all up....but then she said, I should have asked first.

Then I felt really guilty and I realized she was right. I should have asked first before even contemplating using something of hers.... especially since it is against the law.

So this is my official apology to Pisser.

I'm sorry.




I've pissed off Christopher Reeve lovers and now one of my favorite bloggers, so I figure I might as well continue this roll (see, not as funny anymore with Christopher Reeve dead) and piss off one of my great friends Bad Mamma Jamma

Now, if you're sitting there reading this wondering how I could possibly piss her off, well, first, you might want to go take a look at her blog, she is super cool and extremely good looking....She's a fun blogger too so go read her stuff.

Bad Mamma Jamma and I go wayyyyy back. As in, "Like, Oh My God", back.


Of course, I didn't know her when she looked like that because if I met her and she looked like that I would have ran the other way.

I knew her when she dropped the Michael Jackson glove and got really cool....like, what the hell is wrong with you cool....Did the saline go to your head?

But that's why I love her like a tomato.

I've known her now for a few years now and she is one of the best friends I've ever had.


Disclaimer:
She probably forgot, but I had her permission to use her pictures about 4 months ago and I was just waiting for a good opportunity. Because that's what I do....bwwwwwhahahaaha


Friday, October 15, 2004

Now Who Am I Going To Make Fun Of?

 
Roll, Roll, Roll your chair
Gently down the stairs,
Lucifer, Lucifer Lucifer you've finally gone to hell




Pitty my friend, but haven't you heard Superman died this weekend! Has he gone to hell?
Rob



Yeah he's in hell...what, did you not read my last post? I specifically laid out why he was going to hell, in fact, Hitler, Qusay & Uday Hussein are gang bangin him right now because he can't roll away fast enough.

Hey, I don't make this stuff up - it's hell, what did you expect? The reason why Christopher Reeve can't roll away fast enough is because the devil decided it would be funny if he locked his wheelchair in place and broke the brake off.

I'm just speaking the truth people.


TO: TIMMY!
FROM: Cathy
Subject: Christopher Reeve

I did a search for Christopher Reeve and your website came up. I am very disgusted at the content and your complete lack of respect for someone who is quadriplegic and has done so much for paralysis. If there is anyone on earth who deserves to go to hell, it would be you. Cathy



When you did your search for Christopher Reeve and it said, "Blog - My Life Is Better Than Yours" what did you expect to find you dimwitted twat? If I wanted any lip from you I'll just jiggle my zipper.



Egad! We're all going to hell for making fun of Mr. Reeve and his WHEE! chair...!
Pisser


Ahem, apparently you missed the kick ass graph I made in my last post. Here it is again in a popup version since you apparently didn't study it and realize my pure genius and that I'm going to heaven.


TO: TIMMY!
FROM: Steve
Subject: ur the prick

You made fun of him and now he's dead. you're the fucking prick asshole.


Steve, you're an idiot. That is all.



ack! you totally killed superman. nice werk.
tif


I know how everyone automatically elevates me into God status, but the reality is, I'm only human. I'm not God (shocking I know) and I didn't kill him with words...duhhhhh


TO: TIMMY!
FROM: John
Subject: Where are yoU?????


Where have you been? what you feel guilty that superman died after making fun of him? find some balls and get your ass back to posting.
John


Thanks for my only decent email of the week John, but fuck you for saying I don't have any balls, I've just been busy. I got a new computer and I lost all my pictures on top of my busy week.

Arrrgggh.

This week has sorta sucked for me, but thanks for sending in your thoughts and I wouldn't expect any less from my readers. Plus you get to see your name in lights on the best blog in the universe.

So anyways, yes, I am pissed that Christopher Reeve crocked. Thanks Asshole. Now what celebrity Quadriplegic who became famous for playing Superman can I make fun of?

"I rolled into work" will no longer have an underlying funny meaning anymore.

I wonder if the Roller Cops take the loss of Christopher Reeve harder than someone else because they can relate in a more of a pop wheelie sort of way.

Hmmm, I wonder.

Well, farewell Christopher Reeve...thanks for the laughs.




TIMMY!'s Top Headlines!

Rolling Productions announced the postponement indefinitely of filming of their new movie feature, "Super Quad" starring Christopher Reeve due to his untimely death.

The United States Presidential Elections is just weeks away. The candidates are trudging through snow and rain to get those last votes. Recent polls show that the general public find it very unusual that Senator Kerry wears his Bronze Star, Silver Star and his three Purple Hearts to bed with him every night.

At the reading of Rodney Dangerfield's Will, relatives broke down crying when the line, "I can't believe Christopher Reeve outlived me - he's in a wheelchair for Christ's sake, I still get no respect" was read.

It was revealed by an independent survey that the poll generated by the Republicans showing that 100% of the General Public believe that President Bush is hard at work was only because the 3 choices given to them were, "It's Hard Work", and "It's Hard Work" and finally, "It's Hard Work".

Sells of the Reeve Bar have skyrocketed recently since the passing of Christopher Reeve who made the energy bar famous with his motto, "When your legs just don't wanna."

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Everyone But Me Should Go To Hell

 I have been really busy lately with the Quarter ending and what not. I haven't even made my daily rounds to my favorite blogs.... surprisingly they expect me to work. If you want my work done, then I suggest you hire my interns back, okay? Great, thanks.

It hasn't helped at all that I now have to do the work of 3 people because of inconsiderate pricks.

Esss letta me esplain.


I Support Boobies


Lee National Denim Day is this Friday, October 8, 2004. Lee National Denim Day is an annual event sponsored by Lee Jeans to raise awareness and funds for the battle against breast cancer. The Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation receives 100% of all donations.

I am the coordinator for my Law Firm for this program. I registered my firm, and I will be the one collecting the donations.

I've been asked why I'm doing this. Why am I coordinating this for my firm?

Besides the obvious that I'm a better person than you, my firm use to have a coordinator every year who did it, and I always stepped to collect money from my office to help out the coordinator at that time. She left the firm, and last year, no one did it.

So this year, I took it upon myself to do it. I was given an opportunity to do something to help others, and I'm doing it.

My firm has a total of 7 offices nation wide including the one I'm in. So I sent an email to the firm letting them know about National Lee Denim Day and if you would like to donate $5 you'll receive a pink ribbon pin. I also asked for the other 6 offices to have a coordinator for each office so it would make collecting the money easier for the offices.

Out of the 6 offices, only 3 offices had someone step up willing to help me collect money. I sent the following email out to the office I'm in and to the other 3 offices that didn't offer any help:

To: Recipients
From: TIMMY!
Subject: National Lee Denim Day 10/8/2004

I'll be making my rounds in my office in the next two days to collect the donations.

If you are from the Southern Office, Eastern Office, or the Northern Office, please send me your money or checks (made payable to the Susan G. Komen Foundation) to me directly via interoffice envelope since no one in your office wants to help me raise money for a good cause. Make sure to put a note if you send cash, so I know who to send the pink ribbon too.

Thanks!

TIMMY!


and then I included my original email that I had sent out.

Notice my little snide remark, "since no one in your office wants to help me raise money for a good cause."

Did you catch that?

I work for Patent Attorneys.

Patent Attorneys are Engineers with Law Degrees.

They are really fun and have a great personality....they are party animals. w00t

Well, that's what I thought anyways and let me be the first to tell you that if you were assuming that they would love to get drunk on a regular basis and have 3somes, you'd be wrong.

Dead Wrong.

As in, Rodney Dangerfield wrong.

My innocent little comment in my email caused a few attorneys to email our Managing Human Resource Partner in the firm. He had a "talk" with me regarding it.

He didn't care because he actually is the exception to the rule of boring no life patent attorneys. He just wanted me to know about it and to keep my tone down in the future.

He needed to do his job and police me, the criminal.

How about instead of sending an email to our Managing Partner, why don't send an email to me stating that you would like to help me out raise money? What? You want to go to hell because you enjoy being a fucking prick? Oh okay, I'm sorry.

It is then that I told the Managing Partner that I did tone it down because I didn't think it would be appropriate to put in my email:

I am completely disgusted with you pricks for not wanting to assist me in raising money for a good cause, thus creating more work that I don't fucking need at the end of the quarter you inconsiderate jerks.

p.s.
Send your donations directly to me

That is what I wanted to write, because in the end it creates a big headache for me when I'm getting individual checks from various people from different offices, and cash with a fucking post-it note. Yeah, I actually got cash with a post-it on it....people, at least put it in a Goddamn envelope so it doesn't get lost. If people from each office had helped me, it would have saved me approximately 7 minutes out of my day if I didn't have to deal with this extra work load.

You might not think that 7 minutes is a long time, but it is....it's like 3 hours when you convert it to cyber time and that my gentle readers is a lot. In 7 minutes, I could bring you a kick ass post with great pictures, but instead, I'm posting about lazy assholes who won't help me raise money and how they complained about one fucking sentence in an email I sent out.

Do you see?

We all suffer.

So you, my gentle readers, should be just as pissed off as I am at this current situation.


While we're on the subject, lets divulge a little further into this subject of donating and what not.

I have had some really wonderful people donating money for National Lee Denim Day; however, I have also ran into people who have said no and immediately looked the other way when I ask them.

Okay, so I may say my line like the Orlando Jones character in the movie Office Space when he's acting as a crack head selling magazines sounding a little something like this:

"Hi. I was. Wondering. Ummm. I was. Hoping. That. You. Would. Donate. To The. Ummm. Susan. Ummm. G. Kooooomen Foundation. To. Help. Support. Brrrrrreast. Cancer. Ummm. Awareness."

And then I smile.

Not my Clark Gable smile....more like a "I use to be a crackhead head so can ya help a beaner out" smile.

Even though I asked in a boring way, you could....no....you SHOULD donate money to the fucking Breast Cancer Research. Even if it is $1 U.S. dollar. You need to donate when given the opportunity okay? It is that simple...I'm giving you a chance to do something, even though small, a chance to do something great.

You're a fucking prick if you didn't donate.

"But TIMMY!, wait, I ran a marathon....or I did the walk-a-thon for Breast Cancer."

Yeah, and?

So let me get this straight, you are the type of person to do the absolute minimum? Is that it?

I'm giving you an opportunity to donate money while I calculate everything, package it all up and send it while the hardest thing you have to do is to reach into your pocket and pull some money out. You don't want to do that because you've done something else to help out?

Well kudos to you.

You're a fucking prick too.

"You don't understand TIMMY!, money is really tight for me, I have to budget very carefully and I live paycheck to paycheck."

40,000 women in the U.S. will die this year from this disease and I'm standing before you willing to do all the work while you just reach into your pocket and give me something...anything. And you have the nerve to tell me that money is tight?

You're a fucking prick.

I've never known anyone who has gone through chemo or any other horrible things that cancer patients go through, I was there when my ex-aunt-in-law celebrated 5 years of cancer freedom, but I don't really know. I've been exposed to it though, and if I have an opportunity to help - I will.

If you're a person that doesn't know anybody with breast cancer and/or cancer period, you may not have a great desire to help out, but if I'm standing right before you willing to do all the hard work, you have no reason not to help out.

It's like Christopher Reeve - he's a fucking prick too. He opened up a paralysis foundation after he had his accident. What did he do for quadriplegics before that?

Exactly....he's a fucking prick.

He had a perfect opportunity too when he was exposed to quadriplegics when he did the film "Above Suspicion" in 1995. If you don't know the movie, here is the description:

When a dedicated and decorated cop (Christopher Reeve) falls prey to a drug dealer's bullet and is paralyzed for life, his brother (Joe Mantegna) and wife (Kim Cattrall) begin fooling around. A $1 million insurance policy further fuels Reeve's suspicions and rage, which ultimately explode in a vengeful -- and mysterious -- crime where everyone is a suspect.



He was exposed to paralysis but still did nothing.

God knew this and told that horse to stop instead of jumping throwing Reeve over the horses' head snapping his neck. He was teaching that little prick a lesson.

I know without a shadow of a doubt that if Christopher Reeve had done something for quadriplegics he wouldn't be sounding like Darth Vadar right now with a one way ticket to hell.

I have a friend who will be going to Heidi Bakers Orphanages in Mozambique, this November. I made a public posting requesting specific items that he could take with him that he could hand out. Not necessarily new items - used items are okay.

The items being requested are as follows:


Boys:
Soccer Balls
Foot Balls
Basket Balls
Decks of Cards

Girls:
Baby Dolls (Dark Skinned)
Barbie Dolls (Dark Skinned)


I've had a total of 3 people give me items to give to my friend.

3 people from a total of about 100 people in my office.

Do you know what that means? That means that 97 people are fucking pricks in my office and will end up starving with no toys in Africa with a one way ticket to hell. Don't believe me? See example of Christopher Reeve above to prove my point.

Unless you want to become a starving quadriplegic in Africa with no toys who has breast cancer, I suggest you do something when given the opportunity to do something.

Don't be a fucking prick.

Everyone But Me Should Go To Hell


Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Dear TIMMY! & Horoscopes

 {Q}

Dear TIMMY!,


I have been married to my husband for 30 years. He's been a wonderful stepfather to my three children -- always a good "dad" and a loving and generous grandfather to their kids.

My husband's older sister died last summer, and four months after that his brother passed away. I felt strongly that my children should have shown their sympathy and respect by sending their stepdad flowers, or at least a card in his time of grief. None of them did anything -- not even a phone call.

TIMMY!, am I wrong, or were they? What is the proper action for adult stepchildren to take under these circumstances?

Signed,
Mother Feeling Sad in Oklahoma


[ Whether you're searching for Mr. Toilet Seat Down or Ms. Swallow, or if you just need sound advice, relationship and general bullshit expert TIMMY! is here. ]

{A}

Dear Wonderful & Amazing Mother,


Let me take this opportunity to congratulate you on raising such wonderful, sincere, caring children. Job well done - you're a great mom.

You're kids are inconsiderate pricks you dipshit, most likely from the superb upbringing by their obviously stupid mother. Even the boy killer, John Wayne Gacy had the heart to write people back while he was in prison waiting out his execution for killing over 30 people.

I can't believe you took the time to sit down and email me such a stupid question when your kids obviously should have showed some sympathy to your husband of 30+ years - to their own stepfather & to their children's grandfather.

Stay away from my kid idiot.

~ TIMMY!







Capricorn (Dec. 22 - Jan. 19)
Engage in activities that you know you do extremely well: Sitting on the couch, eating, drinking, smoking...everything that a loser does.


Aquarius (Jan. 20 - Feb. 18)
If you put your mind to it, you can be good to yourself all of the time. People already think your a conceited, selfish asshole, so you might as well just
worry about yourself.


Pisces (Feb. 19 - March 20)
Your not currently romantically involved because you're uglier than a monkey's camel toe.


Aries (March 21 - April 19)
See Libra.


Taurus (April 20 - May 20)
Have you experienced a 'failure' or loss? Thats a rhetorical question as everyone knows that Taurus' fail at everything.


Gemini (May 21 - June 20)
If you are feeling untrusting of your friends this week, it;s perfectly natural for a backstabbing conniving little bitch like yourself to feel that way.


Cancer (June 21 - July 22)
Dear Cancer, you are a blood sucking leech on society. No coincidence your sign is Cancer as you are a "Cancer" to society.


Leo (July 23 - August 22)
Because the Venus Moon coincides with the Alpha star this week, you will be feeling very lazy. In other words, nothing will be different for your lazy ass lifestyle.


Virgo (August 23 - Sept 22)
The feeling of intuitive your feeling this week is just gas.


Libra (Sept. 23 - Oct. 22)
See Aries.


Scorpio (Oct. 23 - Nov. 21)
Get out and about this week! Rest and relaxation is something you may feel you need, but that is just the venereal disease making you feel that way.


Sagittarius (Nov. 22 - Dec. 21)
A relationship thats seems to prove supportive and stable seems that way only because that person is actually stabbing you in the back.


Friday, October 01, 2004

T.T!.I.F.!

 Thank TIMMY! It's Friday!

It is also the first of the month in October! What is October?

Breast Cancer Awareness Month!

Why do I care about Breast Cancer Awareness Month?

Uhhhh, hello!

I support all programs that advocate healthy boobies.

National Mammography Day will be on October 15, 2004, so go to the Doctor and get checked out. If you can't get to the Doctor, I will be more than happy to check them out for you because I'm that type of guy who cares about the health of your breasts.....

that and I like to touch boobies....

By age 20 you should be giving yourself monthly self breast exams.

Don't be stupid and think it won't happen to you...take action for the well being of yourself, especially the boobies.

Here is a pdf format you can download for some facts I got from The Susan G. Komen Foundation website.





My picture and main webpage is set up. It basically is a map that points you to different sections of my all powerful and kick ass website.

I want to give major....no, HUGE......as in HUGE thanks to my good friend Chris (Everton) for doing the flash on my picture of Curly Top for Fountain of Pee. I'm so happy with it...thank you sooo much. I so owe you big time now. In fact, I'm so grateful for all of your hard work that I am perfectly willing when you come to visit California to let you come to my house and look through my phone book for some nice hotels to stay at....I'll even point you in the general direction to the Golden Gate Bridge cause I'm nice like that.

He told me I can pay him with 3 tomatoes, but tomatoes are kinda...well lets just say its a high price to pay. If you have any ideas on how I can pay him, let me know.

The sections you'll see from the main page -

My Blog - Deep Thoughts from a Shallow Mind....kick ass entertainment as always for your enjoyment

RedHappens.com - The Rambling Redhead, hot talk from a hot chick. We share the same server so she gets special treatment

RomancingLove.com - Where Words Fail, Love Speaks - it was my first website I ever did. I have added information, removed information, re-wrote some stuff and made it better all around.....and yes, I have officially diagnosed myself as being bipolar. Hopefully in the future I will be able to find a writer for it so we can have 3 kick ass blogs on Fountain of Pee.

Picture of the Day! - With every posting on my blog, I update this for my readers who are on my notify list. Most of the readers who are on my list have been around since I officially went public in 2001. So they will always get special treatment, and if you're reading this, thank you for sticking around through some crazy times in my life.

Fri-Chick! - A partially nude chick every Friday!

Fri-Guy! - A partially nude dude every Friday!


I do plan on making available all of my pictures so they are easily accessible to you if you want to just look at some funny pictures, but that will take me some more time.

So in the meantime, enjoy Curly Top's Fountain of Pee!