Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Upcoming Blogathon

June 2nd, 2005 at midnight, I will begin a 24 hour blogathon where I will be posting every hour on the hour for 24 straight hours.

A friend of mine is in need of some new teeth. No, she doesn't live in the South where it is common for people to not have any teeth and frequent the waffle house.

She has looks as she recently modeled in issue #11 of Varla Magazine. Here's a picture of me looking at the goods in my office because that is where I like to look at women sucking on strawberries covered with chocolate syrup.

How did she knock her teeth out TIMMY!?

Was she slapped by her pimp? Did she have her husband's steak dinner on the table late? Did she trip and fall and was worried about breaking her wrists so she used her face to break the fall as she crashed into the pavement?

No, she is not a hooker - no, she is not married, and no, she did not trip. She decided to test the durability of the wall in the Roller Derby Girl Rink. Yes, she is a Derby Girl for the Bay Area Derby Girls, original league name considering that we live in the Bay Area. She was doing speed exercises in practice and she decided to run into the wall instead of a teammate.

Good call. Now she has no front teeth and talks like this, "I knocked my teef out."

If your stomach is empty, you may want to click here and see where her teeth used to be in her mouth.

She needs approximately $5K to $6K to replace her teeth and insurance won't cover it. She already has had some fundraisers to reach her goal so she won't have to wear wooden teeth like George Washington but is still a far ways off.

I have committed to raise $1,000 in her quest not to look like a 1973 Hockey Player.

One of the ways I have decided to do this is through my website. First, if you have ever laughed out loud at my website, I ask that you donate a minimum of $5 and 100% of the donation will be contributed to the $1,000 goal. If you have never laughed out loud at my website, use the $5 that you would have donated to me and go buy yourself a sense of humor. If you would like to donate more, by all means, please.

Now I have some other things going on that I plan on doing to continue to raise the money, but first I will be going through my website and blogging every hour for 24 straight hours.

The 24 straight hours should be interesting, and to make it even more interesting, I'm starting on a Wednesday at midnight so I get to spend the entire next day at work whereas I will still need to do my job and do interesting stuff worth blogging about all while trying to stay awake and not getting fired. First post will be June 2nd, 12 a.m.

My goal is to raise more money than I originally promised. If I can do that, I would be extremely happy.

Anything you can do to help would be greatly appreciated and I'm open to ideas too.

Donate via Paypal


Wednesday, May 25, 2005

God Bless Brother Hoppo & Brother TIMMY!

If you wouldn't mind spreading the word, my very first post of June will be on June 2nd, when the clock strikes 12 midnight. I will then proceed to post every hour on the hour for 24 hours straight going until June 3rd, 12 midnight. In my next post, I will explain why I will be doing this, but I wanted to give you a heads up.




This past weekend I went camping with my dad (nicknamed "Hoppo") and the men of his church in the woods.

It wasn't real camping as my dad and I had a cabin so it wasn't like I was out "roughing" it in the woods.

A total of 5 sessions of preaching, and about 3 to 4 workshops was jammed into a weekend of Christian Fun. Said Christian Fun was held in a Christian Ranch somewhere in the hills of Santa Cruz - for those of you who don't know, Santa Cruz is like a beach town, oh yes, did I mention that I live by the beach - well, 40 minutes away, but someone who is in a state and/or Country that isn't remotely close to the ocean let me just say.....NEENER NEENER NEENER

In the Love of Jesus, I'm better than you.

So here's some lovely pictures of some scenery I took.

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Oh, and this salamander that sadly lost his life. I would say he was ran over by a car - I can tell by the pancake shape of his body. I know, you too wished you had my superb Sherlock Holmes Mexican Skills, but alas, God gave special gifts to only a select few. Something I learned over the weekend. Chew can zealous.

Here is a Banana Slug I found as well - it was huge, I should have put something up next to it so you could compare it, but I didn't think about it.

Because it was a Christian Camp, here is the Ark - now before you say, OH MY GOD TIMMY! you saw the Ark??? Yes, I did see the Ark, but it was just a replica, and it is a lot smaller than the real Ark. Trust me, if I don't say that disclaimer, I will get some Twat emailing me asking me these questions.

Here's a picture of our cabin from the front door, and here is a picture from the opposite direction. Trust me when I say, it was as roomy as it looked.

Picture of me in the bathroom.

YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER YOU SHORT MEXICAN YOU!!!! Yet proof that Hoppo really is my father. (compare picture in upper left hand corner)

I was up late blogging when around 1:30 a.m. I got a text - said text woke Pappa Hoppo up and he got up to use the toilet. I'm texing vigorously when all of a sudden I hear a ...."whoa" My ears perk up, and yes, I can move my ears - in the bathroom was a scorpion. Whoa is right!!!!! My dad said, "I'm getting a shoe" .....

Whoa there you Mexican Danny DeVito. I'm catching this guy.

With my cat like reflexes and my reptile cunningness, I captured the ever elusive Scorpion.

His name struck anguish in hearts across Asia and into Europe, yet he remains an icon to the people of Mongolia. He could slay thousands without flinching, yet he befriended an old monk. Meet the newest family member of TIMMY!

Welcome to the family Genghis Khan

The next day I went into town to get a critter box and some crickets. However, because scorpions are nocturnal I was getting bored watching him just sit there while the crickets ran around so I had to do something else to eat my time up while I had four hours of free time before my next preaching session.

Hoppo and I decided to go lizard hunting. People tell me that I can't catch a lizard all the time, but I do it all the time because it was just something I grew up doing. There were two lizards so my dad and I decided to split them up and my dad caught his lizard but my lizard broke the noose and got away and then wouldn't let anyone near him. So of course, Hoppo ridiculed me for being outfoxed by a lizard.

Because lizards are reptiles, if you turn them upside down they go into a trance, so we turned the little guy over and set him down and took a picture of him. Then we tried taking him for a "walk" but that usually doesn't go very well since they are wild and are not use to having a leash on them. It doesn't work with women either - so we released him back into the wild and off to sermon #4 we went.

I grew up in a church, I've been around churches and church people and everything in and around churches that you can imagine. This irratated the hell out of me though and I don't know what it was with the men of my dad's church, but everyone was Brother So and So.

Brother Frank.....Brother John, Brother Chris, Brother Enrique, Brother....Brother....Brother............MAKE ME WANNA FUCKING PUKE!!!!

What the fuck ever happened to Gary, Tom, and just plain old - Sam.

Lord help me against the temptation of the flesh from our sisters at the pool......*rolling eyes* seriously - get over it guys - ahem, brothers.

Sometimes it felt like a huge Group Therapy Session where I got to sit there and constantly be reminded how better I was than all of them.

It's hard being so great and wonderful, and I mean that with the Love of Jesus.



Thursday, May 19, 2005

Revenge of the TIMMY! -- Episode LXIX

I am about to tell you something that I have never....as in Never Ever-Ever told anyone. Not even my most dearest and close friends know this about me - I have kept this secrete my entire life.

Considering how much I talk about my life, I am private, and the little bit that I do share with you, is limited to what I share Who's Your Father? with you. So feel privileged that I am going to share this with you. Because I've even kept this secrete from God.

I am a faithful subscriber to StarWars.com Homing Beacon.

Yes.

I am a Star Wars Geek.

Now before you think I'm a total loser, just know that I'm the type of Star Wars geek to go to Episode III and kick someone's ass to get the good seat - even if they are in a wheelchair sitting in the handicap section, fuck 'em. I don't even care - I will get all Mexican Jedi Ghetto on their ass.

In honor of Star Wars Episode III coming out {tear}, please enjoy these fabulous videos of a kid video recording himself playing a Jedi Master. We've all played the part, but not all of us have recorded ourselves, and most importantly, not all of us have had the video discovered by assholes like me who make fun of the poor bastard.

I'll show you the original clip - along with the progression of how each person started adding stuff to the clip. Not sure if Ebaum's World did one of the videos or if one of their readers did the video and then they threw their name on it...don't know, either way here they are. Each video gets better and better -

Enjoy and laugh at the Jedi Twat.

Star Wars Twat - Original

Star Wars Twat - Version 1

Star Wars Twat - Version 2

Star Wars Twat - Version 3





Oops! My Bad!


Oops!...I did it again
I wrote about you.... got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops!...You think the glove fits
So you won't acquit
But I am that innocent



On more than one occasion and with more than one person, I have written about my life and changed my thought process and feelings to show something else for entertainment that in return has caused weird feelings in the person/people that I'm writing about. People I know personally - so my recent victim was none other than my mother. She found a blog entry.

Snooping around looking through my stuff isn't a surprise to me as she would look through my bank records if she had access - but what is a surprise to me, is how I could leave a blog post for her to find. The particular blog entry that she found thank goodness (laying on the sarcasm here), was about her.

I've only written three times about her - Guess Which One She Found and Read:

Weekend of Fun

The Cha Cha Penguin

I'm On Time Because I'm Perfect




I'll Do What I Want

For those of you that are emailing me wondering when I'm going to be posting again or sending me "missing you" emails - fuck off.

I'm busy.

I don't even have time to read my favorite blogs. Which whenever I have time to post for my own blog, I usually have time to read other blogs. It goes hand in hand. However, I don't leave comments on everyone's blog because then I feel like I'm looking for cheap readers. I do read blogs, but if I leave a comment, know that it's because I think enough of the post to post a comment on it and it isn't for you to visit my blog. I don't know where I was going with this.

Oh, back to the pricks telling me to post something funny. Number 1, everything I post is funny, and Number 2, I know I said I would post more regularly, if you are comparing to how many posts I had in February and March to now, then I am posting more regular than a little boy gets touched by Michael Jackson. Number 3...now pay attention because this one is important:

IT IS MY FUCKING WEBSITE.

I'll post when-ever-the-fuck-I-want. Period Mother fucker. Period.

I do love writing, so just visit because sometimes I'll rattle off a bunch of posts in a week, sometimes it will be 1 post in a week. It really depends on what I'm doing. I have been busy working on other projects for other people because there are only like 3 people in the world that are as creative, wonderful, and funny as I am - so in return, my talents are constantly in demand.




Viva La Mexico

A normal Mexican Party in my family is either at a park where we completely take over the park infesting it like maggots, or have it at a house. Wherever we have it, coronas and carne asada can be found. Good times, good times. Speaking of - let me just cut in really quick, I was at the mall the other day and as I was walking through the main food court, I saw something unusual, I saw a man eating lunch drinking a corona in the mall. Why is that unusual? Well, because they don't sell Beer at the mall - he had to purchase it outside of the mall bring it inside and then use a bottle opener (most likely on his keychain) to pop open a corona and pound it right there in the mall. Nice. He's Mexican though so it really isn't that unusual. Here's the picture.

Anyways - my family recently had a party at my cousin's house, in the back was the party so you make your way around to the back and the first thing you see is the backdoor with an iron gate (for protection because everyone Hates Mexicans) and a Mexican flag (cause we like to represent). Viva La Meheeeeeeco

As you make your way around you pass the steak, pork, and chicken being cooked. Good eating right there people. Popcorn for the kids, and of course, a Mariachi Band and Curly Top & Omey loved it. Hello - what kind of a Mexican party would it be without a Mariachi Band?

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My family is Latin - and we love to dance, my dad and my step mom dancing.




Daddy's Girl

Curly Top looks exactly like her mom except her lack of lips which she got from me, but - she definitely has my personality.

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It is time to play - Name that Chick

Who is this chick to me?

1) She attended a life altering event in my life
2) She attended an event that I paid over $5K for
3) I was her first


Name That Chick!



Monday, May 09, 2005

Feeding Wild Ducklings Will Get Them Killed


Spring is upon us my gentle readers and I'm not happy. The same babblin hippie fanatic animal loving freaks that fed the squirrels from their hand that I so happily wrote about last year are at it again. This time, they are taking extra time to crumple up goldfish and pretzels to feed the ducklings that hatched not to long ago.

These fucking ducklings are constantly hanging outside the office doors waiting for a free handout like the world owes them something. I had a pool growing up, and a male and a female duck decided to make the family pool their own sexual playground.

I was the oldest boy living in the house at the time, so I was the one who had to clean the pool on a regular basis - the cleanup consisted of anything from poop, to feathers, to various liquids that I'm sure were left in the pool after the male duck rode the female like a Harley Davidson Motorcycle.

As you can realize, I have a long history with ducks.

You feed the wild ducks, and they will come back - they will hang around and annoy you, they will do everything in their little duck life to ruin your life - they are evil. This my gentle readers, is due to the fact that assholes like my co-workers feed the fucking ducks.


I have taken the liberty to write out the top techniques in killing ducklings and I strongly suggest printing this out and posting it wherever you see ducklings.

Click For Larger PictureThe Kung Pao Ninja Stomp - This is a very simple but effective method. All you need to do is walk up to the ducklings and bring your foot up about 3 feet off the ground and forcefully, as in Kung Pao spicy forcefully, bring your foot down in a stomping motion. The secrete behind this manuever is to lock your ankle as you bring your foot down to give the duck an instant death all bad ass Ninja style.

Bricks & Sunken Treasure - For those of you who are not Ninja awesome enough to perform the Kung Pao Ninja Stomp, the Bricks & Sunken Treasure may be for you.

Needed: 1) Brick 2) Shoe string 3) duckling

Tie the duckling to the brick with the shoe string, make sure to tie a double knot as the ducklings are surprisingly strong for being so little. After you make sure that the duckling will not be able to squeeze out of the shoe string double knot, toss said duckling tied to the brick into the middle of the pond. Try skipping the brick off of the water, this will bring a sense of entertainment while doing your good deed. Three skips is my record.

The Shovel Thump - If you cannot master the Kung Pao Ninja Stomp, you may need to take extreme measures. A generic garden shovel will do the trick. You do not need a large shovel as I find that the the larger the head on the shovel, the harder it is to properly Thump the tiny ducklings. Use a downward motion Thumping the duckling on the head. If you cannot stomach the squirming that will happen after the duckling is thumped, either Thump him quickly again or use the point of the shovel.

Click For Larger PictureThe Insurgent Decapitation Special - an Al Qaeda classic but you will need to be quick on your feet. You will need to catch the duckling and take it hostage. I'm a dancer, so this feat is simple for me whereas someone like yourself might find it difficult. Nonetheless, here are the instructions on how to perform the Insurgent Decapitation Special. After catching the duckling, place a hood over it - take a pair of scissors and remove the ducklings head in a "cutting" motion. Make sure to recycle the hood to do your part in saving the environment.

The Goldfish Surprise - If you prefer a slow death method then this is the technique for you. Take the goldfish that they are use to eating, and wrap some chewed up gum around the goldfish. The duckling will eagerly eat up the goldfish thinking that they are getting another free hand out when in a few hours, SURPRISE the gum will explode in their stomachs thus terminating their young life.

The Duckling Salute - Whatever country you are in, your government will be proud to know that you are utilizing a duckling to salute to the love of your country. You will need an M80 that contains two grams of flash powder (illegal in the US) to perform your salute. Simply tie the firecracker to the duckling and watch the beautiful explosion of lights and feathers while you sing your country's national anthem.

The Killer Whale - also known as "Duckball". This is when you use a duckling as your own personal soccer ball. By painting black and white circles on the duckling it will make the duckling seem more realistic in regards to an actual soccer ball.

Again, I suggest posting these sure fire methods up on your work bulletin and/or in your home to ensure proper use when eliminating ducklings from the world.


Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Pope-eye's Chicken Is Fucking Awesome

I saw the announcement of the Pope Benedict being introduced as the new Pope. It was in the morning and I should have been at work, but I was watching this important moment in history.

What does the Pope do you ask? Well, if you had asked me 2 months ago, I would have said, "trying to stay alive" but that joke sets some people off about how inconsiderate and a jackass I am....but it still makes me laugh so I still say it because the new Pope, Pope Benedict meets the minimum age requirement of 75 years old coming in at an even 78 years and is desperately trying to stay alive (how's that for a runon). I saw him walk....err, I mean wobble to the podium to make his speech, and while he was talking his hand was shaking so much I actually started feeling weak.

The picture to the left just freaks the hell out of me - why? Cause he looks like he's been poping.... so now when asked what the Pope does, I think it is safe to say that the Pope - popes.....that's the look of the picture - he's been poping. Poping is the look one has when they have been up to no good in the Alter Boy's Locker room with a bag full of bite size chocolate candy bars.

I was really hoping that the Catholic church, in hopes of rebuilding their creditability after all of the Molestation scandals, was going to make a reality TV show out of selecting the next Pope.

Something like having 12 potential Popes all living under the same roof with 6 bedrooms, so the Pope hopefuls would have to room up with each other. Each week a Pope hopeful would be voted off by the people watching the show and the roommate who did not get voted off would have "God Protection" for the next week of voting. Essentially he'd be guaranteed to stay another two weeks.

Games would include stuff like, finding a Virgin Mary image in a potato chip; buying antique statues of the crucifixion that can produce blood; and my personal favorite - taking viagra and see who can last the longest without an erection. The "Pope" awards for winning games would include stuff like, lifetime memberships to a massage therapist (since they only have about 4 years to live it won't be that expensive); a full make-over, and free access to kiddy porn.

I'd watch that, I'd be learning more about the way of the Catholic and being able to take part of history voting for my favorite Pope.

The Pope would come out smelling like fresh pope-pourri….or something like that.



Ideas From An Illegal

I'm going to be making some changes to the website, moving things around and deleting things, and this time I will begin to start scripting all my picture archives so if you don't know how to read and just like to look at pictures, it will all be set up for your dumb ass to just point & click.

I also have some new ideas that I will be writing about.

My first one will be selecting a coworker to observe and make fun of that will be included on my regular posts. Now, I know that I have coworkers who read this and will want to know who it is about and will be praying that it won't be them; however, I will not tell you so do not ask me.....more and more people are getting fired for blogging about coworkers - so why would I do this? Well, cause I can and I like living on the wild side. If I do get fired, I will be posting as much personal information about this individual as I possibly can, but until then, I will be very vague about this person except for my observations.

I also will be producing the Second Edition of the T! Magazine that gained world recognition. I already have my topic and I just need to finish writing the articles.

Now that I have a laptop I thought I might as well utilize it in my blogging world - I will be trying a few live posts updating like every 30 or 60 minutes or something - I'm calling it "TIMMY! live!" - cause no one has ever-ever thought of such an idea before, I know this because I looked through the archives of two other blogs and they have never done it.



Finger My Chili

The infamous Chili scandal. For those of you who don't know, a tip of a finger was found in a bowl of Chili in a National fast food chain restaurant called, Wendy's - the woman bit into the finger....the lady was arrested later as she planted the finger. Police still don't know where the rest of the body is that was connected to the finger. Anyways, Wendy's has taken a major hit in the financial department due to this incident for obvious reasons. The greatest thing about this whole thing, is that the exact Wendy's that has gotten national attention, is in the city I live in.

What's a tall Mexican with blonde highlights supposed to do? I go there to have lunch because lets be honest, people are still freaked out about finding a toe or a finger in their food so I knew that there wouldn't be any lines at lunch time. I took Julie McCoy with me because he's Nicaraguan and those fuckers eat anything even if there is a finger in their food.

I purchase the meal I want and then a bowl of chili for the hell of it. I brought my camera with me and I planned on having Julie McCoy take my picture in front of Wendy's holding up a bowl of Chili. Then I was going to blog about it....goood times, good times.

After the meal, I hand Julie McCoy the camera and say, "let's go."

He looks at me concerned like my name is Ron Mexico and I just asked to have unprotected sex with him and says, "You were serious? You really want me to take your picture?"

After I slapped the back of his head to knock some sense into him, we head outside. On the sidewalk were two lesbians holding hands, and Julie McCoy was obviously uncomfortable taking my picture in a public place holding up a bowl of chili while two lesbians held each other and watched. I tell Julie McCoy to make sure to get the "Wendy's" sign in the background because the whole point of this thing was to show my bowl of chili standing in front of Wendy's.

I figure it would be somewhat funnier if I stand next to a handicap sign while I hold the bowl of chili with the "more meat" side facing towards the camera. I give my best "ew" pose and he takes the picture and he blurts out, "okay lets go" all nervous like we were spies and planned to eventually sell the picture to a Communist country.

I run over to him to see how the picture looked and Julie McCoy cut off the Wendy's sign at the top of the building - apparently he was trying to make sure my muscular legs were in the shot. I reminded him how important it was for us to get the Wendy's sign in the picture with me and told him to just get my upper body with the bowl and to make sure to get the sign. Then I reminded him that we will never see the Wendy lesbians again and who cares that we are outside of Wendy's taking pictures.

He starts sweating while beginning to breath harder and I get back into my "ew" pose underneath the Handicap sign in front of Wendy's. He takes the picture and tells me he has it and runs off to my car like the Wendy police will arrest his Nicaguaran ass and deport him.

Unfortunately for me, the twat cut the entire Wendy sign off. I didn't know this until we were back in the car, and by then it wasn't worth to go back out and take yet another picture.

I never realized he was so uncomfortable in public settings - this is nice information to know and I look forward to the next time that I can make him squirm - and I'll be blogging about it.

Due to the fact that Julie McCoy blew my post by taking shit ass pictures, I've decided that I will be taking more pictures myself - I'm going to be coming up with various ideas to not only blog about, but also to take pictures of. This should be interesting - if you have any ideas let me know - unless it is completely illegal and/or dumb (which will be determined by me) I'll do it.