Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Floridians Have Dicks For Brains - Lets Nuke 'Em

Florida is an embarrassment to the United States of America - I love my country and I won't be happy until we as a Nation only have 49 states.
 
It is only fitting that they have dicks for brains as the state sticks out like a cock.


Florida Sucks


 
My plan is simple, I title it - Fuck 'em, Lets Nuke ‘Em - End of story. No more will I have to sit through the agonizing torture of all the stupid fucking idiots that live in that state by watching them in the news.
 
At what point did we as the most powerful nation in the world decide to put all the morons with dicks for brains into one state and allow them to elect a twat for Governor? We don't need Florida, what do they supply our nation besides bizarre new stories? Orange Juice? Illegal Cubans? Nothing except the state provides us with people with dicks for brains.
 
Gather around my gentle readers and allow me to break down why the state is filled with fucking idiots.
 
Age.
 
Plain and simple.
 
Please refer to my graph below:

Florida Sucks



As you can see from my kick ass graph, the majority of the populace in Florida falls into age groups of either 18-23 or 57-107.  It is a well-known fact that those two age groups are morons and have dicks for brains.
 
Everyone that is not an illegal, between the ages of 18-23 and 57-107 leave the state now, as we will be blowing the shit out of your state. Seriously, all 6 of you need to leave the state immediately.
 
Lets just recap on four issues over the past five years of how Florida has been shoved down our throats and why it is imperative that the sooner that Florida is eliminated the sooner the U.S. can increase its national I.Q. average.
 
Elian Gonzalez

Five years ago today (June 28): Seven months after he was cast adrift in the Florida Straits, Elian Gonzalez was returned to his native Cuba.  Blah Blah Blah, I’m glad we sent the little fucker back - he needs to learn that he is Latin and needs to cross the boarder with style.
 
2000 Elections Debacle

"I'm confused, I meant to vote for Gore." *wwaaaaaa * Boo fucking hoo.  How do you fuckers manage to breath?
 
Terri Shavio
– LET HER REST IN PEACE ASSHOLES!!!
 
Shark Attacks

A 14 year old was killed by a shark. Two days later a 16 year old was out fishing and lost his leg when a shark decided to have Floridian Leg dinner.  Here’s a tip – STAY OUT OF THE FUCKING WATER WHILE THERE ARE SHARKS IN THE AREA YOU FUCKING TWATS!

IDIOTS!!! 


ARRRHHHGGGGGHEKJEAHSFKAF KASLDJHFK LASJFKJCWHAERSF IUUCHWEANOSIRDDHQWEUIAOHSDFJKNC

This is why Floridians need to be nuked, the sooner the better.  While we are on the subject of blowing up stupid idiotic twats, lets send Tom "I'm a Giddy-Couch-Jumping-Dick-For-Brain-Twat" Cruise over to Florida before the big 4th of July celebration with a nuke. Saw the moron on Jay Leno last night, is his nose getting bigger? I swear to God it was never that crooked when he was sliding across the room in a dress shirt and his tighty whities wearing sunglasses. Those were good times right there - good times indeed, but now I have to sit through his stupid bullshit theories of scientology and not giving kids any kind of medication. Cruise can say that because he can't have kids - he doesn't realize that those little fuckers need medication.

When will celebrities learn to curve their yammering skull heads? Here's an idea - all you celebrities out there, why don't you set a good example for the future generations by having eating disorders and getting divorced and married over and over again? Leave the medical & political fields to people who pretend to work for the people but really just support a fake democracy. Okay, yeah? Thanks.

A little fact that isn't really talked about was how Adolf Hitler's parents conceived him after a night of drinking, smoking out and partying at Spring Break in Florida. If we had nuked Florida 117 years ago, WWII and the Holocaust would never have taken place.

If you left Fountain of Pee to google  Adolf Hitler was conceived in Florida, then you most likely are a Floridian and just proved that yes indeed, we need to blow you dumb-dicks out of the water.

Florida Sucks


Florida Sucks




Wednesday, June 22, 2005

King Dick and the 'C' Word

Cunt. The word in itself is degrading, offensive, vulgar - so ruthless in its tone that a woman will slap the corn right out of your shit if you call her a cunt.

With women being so intuitive of everything including what a man is thinking (trust me - this is a fact that all women believe even if they deny it), before the word even leaves his mouth the woman is raising her hand to back hand the fuck out of him. And as he says, "cun..." her hand is in motion. Immediately, and I mean IMMEDIATLEY, as he says the second half of the word, ...."t" he has been smacked up along side of the head with his eyeballs rattling around inside his cocoanut.





Sticks and stones may break my bones...but the word cunt will make me want to spend the rest of my life in prison for stabbing you in the ear.

Why? Why is that word so evil?

There is no word for men to call that has the same results. Why? Because men won't stand for it - we realize that they are just words. Women on the other hand take offense. God forbid *deep breath* they take it personally. This is why women have a glass ceiling. Women allow themselves to be oppressed. Men are at the top of the food chain.....not "man"....MEN are at the top of the food chain for this very reason. Where are the women? Where they should be cooking the men's steaks.

I can picture it now - it was at the Men's World On Keeping Women Where They Belong - The Kitchen, or simply, MWOKWWTB-TK. It was the annual MWOKWWTB-TK meeting. Men from all over the world attended.

The year was 1987, and the Leader of the MWOKWWTB-TK took to the podium, his name was Richard, he was affectionately called, King Dick.

"ORDER!!! ORDER!!!!! Settle down men, we have business to conduct!" King Dick shouted out to his faithful followers on keeping women oppressed.

"Men, I am sad to report that all these crazy rappers out there have completely desynthetized all the women around the world and we can no longer call them bitches and hoes when we're pissed off at them. It no longer has any affect on them. I know...I know - when you're pissed off at your woman you want to be as offensive and mean as you possibly can to keep the foot on their neck, but these damn rappers use the derogatory names so much that women have accepted the name calling. So we need a new offensive word to keep women oppressed - the floor is now open to suggestions."

Being a short Asian man, Huang stood up on his chair and shouted, "How about we call them, 'reptile'? Sorta rike 'bitch' only reptile."

King Dick rubbed his beard while he thought and said, "Reptiles huh? Can you spell that and use it in a sentence to see how it flows?"

Huang took a moment and then shouted, "Reptile, R-E-P-T-I-L-E-, reptile. What do you mean, my steak not ready, you - REPTILE!"

King Dick shook his head and said, "No, my little-Asian-who-can't-drive-and-owns-all-the-homes-in-my-neighborhood friend. The word isn't offensive enough and it doesn't flow off my tongue like it should."

King Dick spotted someone in the back. "You there....the tall Mexican wearing the goofy Hawaiian shirt, do you have anything to add?"

The Tall Mexican wearing the goofy Hawaiian shirt stood up and shouted, "How about Twat?"

"Twat? Hmmmm...." King Dick responded, "Can you spell it and use it in a sentence so we all can get a feel for it?"

"Twat, T-W-A-T, twat. What do you mean, my steak isn't ready you TWAT!"

Laughing King Dick said, "No, my big-illegal-who-steals-resources-from-the-land-and-then-complains-about-not-having-any-medical and/or driving-license-Mexican friend. That word makes me laugh. The word is to comical, we want to oppress the women folk not make them laugh, but I like where you're going with the genitalia concept."

After thinking for a moment King Dick said, "What about cunt?"

All the men in the crowd erupted




"ORDER! ORDER!!!" King Dick shouted. "We need to spell it out and use it in a sentence just like they do on the National Spelling Bee Contests to know for sure. So here we go....Cunt, C-U-N-T, cunt. What do you mean, my steak isn't ready you, YOU CUNT!"

*APPLAUSE*

Someone shouted in the crowd, "Way to go Dick!"

King Dick was laughing like the devil, "MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA - I can just imagine it now. 'You slept with my best friend you fucking cunt!' IT'S PERFECT!!!!"

Everyone in attendence was cheering, clapping and whistleing.

King Dick was so proud of himself he raised his hands and shouted to the crowd, "Yes! That's it - that is the word we shall use from this day forward oppressing women and keeping them emotionally insecure since they take everything so personally. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I AM KING DICK!"


That is exactly how I figure that the word "cunt" became so hated among women. It is how it had to happen as there is no other explanation.

Hopefully cunt will never be used in mainstream media because there are already to many derogatory options to call a woman that is acceptable in society.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Prequels Are Genius Arts Of Creativity

Over the weekend I saw Batman Begins.  It's all about how Batman.....here's the shocker....Begins.   Yes, I know I was completely surprised watching the movie as you just were reading that last sentence.  All this time I've seen Batman on the TV series, and the other Batmans, I would have never have guessed he was a Ninja in the group called, League of Shadows.  If I had only been smarter, I might have figured it out with all the "POW"s and "BANG"s that the TV Show had that Bruce Wayne was really a super power ninja.  I guess I'm not smart enough to figure that out sorta like not being smart enough to figure out that Terri Schiavo was brain damaged before the autopsy report came out proving she was, but apparently I'm not.
 
So as I mentioned, the story was all about the beginning of Batman.  The movie was okay - I'm not going to sit here and critique it. Cause honestly it isn't worth my time and it definitely wasn't worth the $10 I spent on it. Why? At the very end, Katie Holmes, who was playing Bruce Wayne's love interest in the movie, turned out to be a typical woman. She should be the symbol of why women shouldn't be allowed to vote. Batman saved her life 3 times through out the movie and when she finally finds out that Bruce Wayne is Batman, what does she do? You guessed it, being a woman she showed her appreciation by kicking him in the gut. And I quote, "The man I love didn't come back." HE SAVED YOUR LIFE 3 FUCKING TIMES .... what the fuck do you mean 'the man I loved never came back.' Typical - she deserves Tom Cruise the twat.

So obviously in the end she doesn't end up with Batman/Bruce Wayne, and if you haven't seen the movie yet and you read that last paragraph.....uhhh, ooops.
 
Anyways, back to The Prequel. 
 
Hollywood has run out of new and exciting ways to stereotype races by teaming two different races up as co-stars so they have turned to the almighty Prequel. 
 
Cali Hollywood - "Dave Chappelle went on a 'Spiritual retreat' in South Africa?  Those crazy negroes - he was supposed to co-star in a new Police Comedy with Nick Lachey.  God forbid if we have a book-smart-by-the-rules-black character and a street-smart-whatever-it-takes-white character - I can't have that - what are we going to do?" 
 
Cali Hollywood's Assistant - "How about a prequel?"
 
Cali Hollywood - "You mean, like a sequel that just explores the origins of previously established characters in a movie that was already released?"
 
Cali Hollywood's Assistant while snapping some bubble gum - "Yeah."
 
Cali Hollywood - "Jehovah Almighty!!!!  What a fantastic idea! WILL THE CREATIVITY EVER END IN HOLLYWOOD?!!!!!!????!!!!!!....MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" 



 

 

And of course, the first ever Prequel Trilogy - Star Wars.


Why stop there? Lets continue the exciting prequel trend with more movies. I have taken the liberty to help Hollywood out and list some of the Prequels that I desperately want to see.  Please forward this to Cali Hollywood.  (Do not email me asking me who Cali Hollywood is – he/she is a fictional character I made up to represent the twats of Hollywood California - if you thought about emailing to ask me who Cali Hollywood is, please leave my website now and never come back).
 
Titanic (1997)
Titanic: The Beginning
Why was Jack playing cards in the beginning of the movie where he won a ticket on the Titanic that ultimately would cost him his life when the boat sank - did he have a gambling problem? Why and how did Jack become poor? How did Rose become so codependent on her mother that she feels that she has to marry a rich man? Where did all this take place??? These are the burning questions that I must know that only a prequel can answer.

Casablanca (1942)
Casablanca: The Beginning
How could you not have a prequel of Casablanca. "We'll always have Paris, here's looking at you kid." What happened in Paris? "As Time Goes By" is Rick & Lisa's song....how did that come to be? I WANT TO SEE HOW RICK AND LISA FELL IN LOVE IN PARIS. I want to hear Rick say, "Play it again Sam" for the first time. I need and must see. Everyone must know the story before the story. This one is a no brainer.

The Goonies (1985)
The Goonies: The Beginning
Everyone loves the Goonies, and who didn't want to be a Goonie growing up? Exactly, if you didn't want to be a Goonie you were a loser. But how did the Goonies form? What was the motive for the gang and how did the name "Goonie" come to be? Why do they have an Asian Token in the gang but not a Black Token? A prequel is definitely needed to explain these shortcomings in the original film and to further develop the characters.

Psycho (1960)
Psycho: The Beginning
I am absolutely shocked why this one hasn't made it into the prequel realms yet. We could always use another horror flick with a stupid white chick getting naked and lathering herself down in the shower with a psycho killer watching her. I would really like to know what type of relationship Norman Bates had with his mother before she actually died and he dug her body up and had a split personality. I think that would be fascinating to watch as a prequel.

Femme Fatale (2002)
Femme Fatale: The Beginning
Could care less about the story line but always could use another lesbian scene with Rebecca Romjin-Stamos (does she still hyphenate her name?) and we could do the lesbian scene with a prequel.



Pulp Fiction (1994)
Pulp Fiction: The Beginning
Why are two hit men, one being white, and the other being black such good friends? How did they meet? Did they go to Assassination College together? And what really happened to Vince while he was in France? I would love to see him in a French McDonald's trying to order a Quarter Pounder. I'd like a prequel and a Royale With Cheese Supersized please.

The Wizard of Oz (1939)
Why is Dorothy living with Auntie M? What happened to her parents and why is she so close to the ranch hands? Auntie M is a Christian Woman, and yet, when Toto is taken from Dorothy, Auntie M bites her tongue stating, "If I wasn't a Christian Woman...." I want to know why she would bite her tongue as every other Christian Woman I've known is more than willing to stab you in the back with their tongue. Again - a prequel is needed for these timeless unanswered questions.

Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace (1999)
How can you have a prequel to a prequel? Uhhh, Yeah Hi! How could you NOT? How did Count Dooku become the apprentice to Darth Sidious? Why did the once proud Jedi turn to the darkside? Why does one Sith Lord (Darth Maul) look like a devil type of creature while Darth Sidious (The Emperor) look like Dick Cheney? That question still baffles me because it was never answered. We need a prequel to the prequel to have these questions answered.
 
In about 3 years, I'll be posting a prequel to this post.


Monday, June 20, 2005

I've Never Seen So Much Money In My Spick Life Before

I made a total of $194.35. Why is that an odd number? Well, one person gave $3, I'm assuming that they gave up their lunch for the day to help someone else get some teeth which was nice of them. Another person gave $6.35 (three dollars and thirty-five cents in pocket change - jerk). But it was greatly appreciated.

I'm still sending out personal emails to everyone who used paypal. Those of you who have received my email - thank you again, those of you who have not received an email - thank you and you'll be receiving one shortly. Those of you who handed me money personally - thank you. Thank you to EVERYONE!!! I know I got some money out of pity, "Look at the poor tall Mexican staying up for 40 hours to try and get a derby girl some new teeth, poor beaner - I'll donate."

I know I have pissed off a number of guys that where hoping to get a blow job from Mad Maxine (derby girl name) so they could tell all their friends that they got a Gum Job from a Derby Girl, but alas, I have to do what is best for me - which is to look at pretty girls with teeth.

I was hoping to get at least $100 with the blogathon because honestly, I didn’t think anyone would donate. So I accomplished that goal. I ROCK! If everyone who reads my blog donated at least a buck I could have made my ultimate goal, but as it stands now - I have $805.65 to go. I already have a couple of ideas cooking, so hopefully they work and turn out a pretty penny like a toothless hooker.

I'm going to leave the donate button up to try and continue to raise money and I'll keep a weekly total or something so everyone can see how it is coming along, and hopefully if you haven't donated, I will have guilt you into giving something.


Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Donate Before God Punishes You

Taken from my "Everyone But Me Should Go To Hell" post in October of last year.

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.


A few days later Christopher Reeve died and went straight to hell. What can we take from this lesson?

DO SOMETHING WHEN GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY to help someone so God won't fuck you in the ass!

Here's the info again to donate, and remember, if you don't donate, history tells us that God will give you the same fate. In other words, God will knock your teeth out.

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Friday I will post the total amount of money that has been raised so far.




In my last post, I was making fun of people who blog just to get comments - these people post then proceed leaving comments on other sites to get people to visit their site. Those of you who sent emails to me thinking I was talking about myself are obviously new readers as I would never talk about myself like that. I love myself to much.

You should know that I'm not asking you to agree with me on my blog, I'm telling you how it is and thats that. I'm correct and if you disagree, you're wrong.

When I blog about my life, know that My Life Is Better Than Yours because Nobody Rocks Like Me.

If you ever get confused which one is my blog, just remember that it's the one that says Bad Motherfucker. Don't believe me? Click my "Slow Children At Play" picture in the upper left hand corner.




The chicken and the pig story. Well, let me explain my story quickly. The pigs were not the ones who made the ultimate sacrifice. How could they be fully committing themselves and taking the biggest risk when it was a last resort anyways? They waited until the very end - then, and only then when there was nothing left to lose did they decide to commit.

If you read the story, you'll notice that the farmer talked about losing "friends" in the past. Well, those "friends" were milking cows. They had previously fully committed themselves when they sent themselves to the slaughterhouse when they had the most to lose - they took the biggest risks. The reason why the farm has survived to the point that it has was because the cows were the ones that had already fully committed themselves.

Cows represent those that understand the secret to happiness which is to "Be Happy". They act, instead of react. They represent those that are willing to fully commit themselves when there is something of significant to lose. They commit themselves for unselfish reasons and do not expect recognition.

The chickens represent those that will go the extra mile but expect recognition. They find happiness in others approval which is why the chickens layed the eggs in clear sight and the leader stayed around waiting for the praises and the thank yous from the farmer.

The pigs represent those that are waiting for something better to happen - "when this happens I'll be happy" is there motto because they are unwilling to risk themselves when there is something to lose. They wait and wait until the very end until they realize that that there is nothing left to lose - then out of fear they go running to commit themselves worried that happiness has passed them by. By then however, it is to late. On their tombstone it will be engraved with, "Here Lies The Pig, Who Was Going To Be Happy Tomorrow."

I didn't mention "cows" in the original story because it was meant for you to think, as difficult as it is for some of you, it is a good thing.

Anyways - Be Happy - and let me ask again, are you a chicken? Or are you willing to fully commit?




Autopsy on Terri Schiavo proves that she had severe brain damage. I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am that they did an autopsy to prove she had brain damage.

Because being professionally uneducated in how to recognize "brain damage" individuals, I would have never been able to even guess on whether she was actually brain damaged or not.

I was actually very confused and concerned when people said she was brain damaged. I immedialty asked, "how do you know? There has been no autopsy to prove it."

Have you ever taken the professional class of Recognizing Brain Damaged Individuals 101? What? No? Then who are you to say whether or not she was brain damaged? You don't know okay, you just don't know.

You can't just look at someone and think they are brain damaged, you need to have a professional autopsy by a license medical examiner to prove that someone is brain damaged. I think anyone who said she was brain damaged without the medical autopsy to prove it are the brain damaged ones.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Do You Blog? I Hope You Die



I'm a blogger.

I love strangers who know nothing about me or my life. My low self-esteem gets a boost whenever someone leaves a comment. I especially love when strangers agree with my opinions. It makes me feel good. I don't like when someone disagrees with me, they just don't understand so I must keep blogging so they can understand. I have to justify everything that they wouldn't agree with in my anal pathetic life because my entire universe revolves around what other people think about me and my life, especially those people who I most likely will never meet or even talk to in person.


Here's a fucking hammer - please do us a favor and bash your own head in.

Everywhere you turn there is a blog - blogs are everywhere - blog, blog, blog, blog. Blogs are becoming a part of our culture. The only good thing about a blog is that they have revealed the most evil people on the planet - those people who own a blog.

People who own a blog are blood thirsty self-centered twats. If you own a blog, I hope you choke on a chicken and die. No one cares about your pathetic life, no one cares about your insignificant opinions, and no one cares about your feelings and thoughts.

In fact, you should just kill yourself.

Because I own a blog I feel special, because I own a blog, my opinions count, because I own a blog my life has meaning.

No, you are an insignificant selfish twat who can type. That is all. Get that fact through your big selfish blog head.

"No, TIMMY!, you're wrong - I've read on other blogs that some bloggers have been asked to political events to make speeches - blogs are making a difference and my blog can too."

Bloggers are like assholes - they spew out shit - get it through your fucking head - If you are a blogger you are not making a difference. You are a mere dot in the universe and your sole purpose in life is to get people in the cyber world to agree with your stupid annoying opinions.

My life is so interesting, my thoughts and actions are so unique that I just know that everyone will want to read about my life. Out of the 20 billion people that have lived on this planet before me, my life, situations, and my problems have never occurred in another's life. Ever. Because my life is so unique, I should write things about my life and my thoughts down because people will want to read them.

My life is so exciting it jumps right off of the pages as someone reads about it. I'll just have to leave comments on as many blogs as I possibly can every single day to make sure that people come back to read my exciting and unique life.


No one fucking cares about you or your blog you self loathing bastard. The only reason why someone would leave a comment on your boring pathetic life is so that you can visit their blog and leave a comment about their boring and pathetic life. It's a vicious blog cycle and you're only fooling yourself.



Based on statistical findings that I just made up to prove my point, 99.2% of all bloggers only blog for the purpose of getting comments. That is just plain pathetic.

Do you blog? I hope you die.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

The Farmer, The Chickens, & The Pigs

Let me apologize for the crap ass content that was littered throughout my blogathon.

Yes I was delirious when I did those videos. Amazing what you think would be funny in your head and when it comes out, it isn't funny at all. The race reaction with females/males would have been a little funny if I was rested so my accents would have been better.

As I've been told,some of you can't get the videos to work, you need the most recent QuickTime Player, and if you want, here are the links to make it even easier.

Blair Witch Parady

Girls Reaction

Guys Reaction

I did not sleep at all, some of you asked whether I was napping between posts, and while you would assume that I was napping with the poor quality of posts that I was spewing out, I was actually awake the entire time.

I took a picture every hour to try and capture what I looked like during that time, I must have missed 1 hour because I ended up with only 23 pictures. Some of the pictures are cheesy but I can't help it because for the most part, if you put a camera in my face I will smile my famous Clark Gable Smile. Because so many people try taking pictures of me it has become habit to smile whenever I see a camera.

Try this

I will post the total amount of money that the blogathon made as soon as I receive money from those of you who have promised money but just haven't paid yet. I talked to some cool people via instant messenger who read my blog and that was fun chatting with you - if I was incoherent and spouted stuff off like a spaz - I apologize.

Oh, the pee sample thingy never came to realization sadly. I'm assuming Rosita the janitor picked it up with latex gloves and threw it away. Next time I'll have to leave it in a conference room I think. Yes....urine samples in conference rooms happen all the time.





The farmer slowly got up out of bed, walked to the mirror and took a deep sigh. His pale blue eyes stared at his wrinkled sun tethered face. With his farm about to be shut down he felt lost - he felt confused and conflicted and not sure of what he was going to do.

He decided to hold a farm meeting and gather all the animals around to get their ideas on how to save the farm.

Unfortunately due to all the recent bad seasons and the loss of profits that the farm has been taking in, all the animals that were left were the chickens and the pigs. The farmer stood up on a box - "I have some bad news my friends," the farmer said as all the animals gathered around.

"As you know we have lost many friends - the farm is in shambles and we have lost money for the last time. There is nothing left - nothing. I'm at a lost for words and I'm leaving the rest up to you in hopes that you can figure something out and perhaps save the farm. Please, chickens - go to the coops and think of something, and pigs - go to the steins and think of something to save our farm. We all live here, and we'll all suffer the same fate if something isn't done."

So the chickens and the pigs all went off to think up something that they could do to save the farm.

A few hours later the farmer came back and called all the animals out again. All the chickens were there and the chicken leader stepped up and spoke, "Farmer, we the chickens have promised in laying 2 times as many eggs. We have already amassed dozens of eggs to be sold to save the farm. We'll work night and day in laying the eggs at two times our normal pace."

The farmer looked at all the eggs that have already been laid by the chickens, smiled and said, "Thank you chickens, thank you for the promise of laying two times your normal pace."

Only the pig leader showed up to represent the rest of the pigs. Before the farmer could ask where the rest of the pigs were the pig leader spoke up. "Farmer, we the pigs have decided to fully commit ourselves. All of the pigs have gone to the slaughter house. I am on my way there now but stopped by here first to let you know that we are fully committed." And with that, the pig leader turned around and headed to the slaughter house.

Tears filled the farmer's eyes as he silently whispered, "Thank you."


It is what you are afraid of that you should do. You'll only achieve what you are willing to risk. If you risk little, little will be returned. If you risk much, much will be returned. Once you commit you are risking - commitment is risk - the biggest rewards come from the biggest risk.

Risks -

Are you a chicken? Or are you willing to fully commit?

So, it is what you are afraid of that you should do and commit fully to it.

Life in itself is simple, it is only the foolishness of ourselves that make it complicated.


Thursday, June 02, 2005

11 a.m. {24 of 24}

I have a lot of diverse friends - I'm an equal opportunity friend maker, creed, race and some other things that I can't think of, doesn't matter to me. If I like you, I like you. Period. Now not everyone has seen me dance - and they'll see me at different times and each one of them give different responses.

Tonight in my final hour of glory we are going to concentrate on 4 races divided into male and female groups.

White, Black, Mexican, and Asian.

Not only do each one of these groups have different reactions, but the male and female of each group react differently. I'm extremely tired and this is probably the stupidest thing I've done the entire 24 hours of my blogathon....the screen is crooked but I'm too tired to fix it.

Males reactions

Females reactions

Thanks for reading, and thanks to those who left comments, and a special thank you to those who donated. I posted 24 times in a 24 hour period staying up 38 straight hours trying to raise money for a friend of mine who can't afford teeth. Hopefully during all of it, you were entertained. Some of you were reading almost on the hour every time I posted and it was fun talking to some of you online either via comments, email or instant message.

I'm going to sleep....





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10 p.m. {23 of 24}

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9 p.m. {22 of 24}

I have nothing to say right now - I spent the last 45 minutes cleaning up my office and driving home. So now I'm stuck with nothing to write about. I'm watching the cartoon network - all the commercials are selling toys and all the toys are shit. Whatever happened to making your own toys, as in, using a broken hair dryer as a gun. Or making a kite with your friends and tying nails at the end of them and have kite wars. Good times right the my gentle readers.

Toys nowadays strip you of creativity - of being a child. Adults come up with the ideas and strip brain power from the kids. How about giving your kid a block and see what he does with it? What? No? You'd rather give your child a pre-made castle so he can just sit there like a slug? No wonder kids are getting fatter.

Parents are lazy and are raising lazy ass kids. Eventually we'll have a society full of lazy, fat, and no creativity moping around waiting for the next best thing to come along so they can do even less with there life.

Lets compare toys nowadays to diet pills. Toys are getting bigger and better with more technology in them that in turn is creating stupid uncreative morons through our school systems.

How does toys relate to diet pills?

Fat lazy losers are always looking for a pill that will allow them to sit on the couch while they eat shit and do nothing......sorry this out late, I had a little girl looking over my shoulder and I can't exactly allow her to read this shit or she'll grow up and.....wait, maybe I should have let her read this. It'd be good for her. She'll be the baddest mutha fucka in her 1st grade class kicking those other kids' asses.

Now I've lost my train of thought and I'm already late in posting so I think I will think about this some more and make a proper post on it.

This is the 36th hour that I've been up. Good times, good times.






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8 p.m. {21 of 24}

How much crack do you need to look like a malnutrition Ethiopian?

I don't know...lets ask Lindsay! The pale white skin along with the crack whore skinniness of her is so appealing I feel like going to the store right now and purchasing a tomato. This is the wave of the future - Lindsay is setting a trend, a goal to achieve, an image for the future of our young women of America.

Thank You Lindsay, thank you for starving and snorting your way to look like a walking candy apple. A candy apple that needs a tan, but nonetheless, thank you.

I can't wait to go to sleep and fantasize about you. I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a pale candy apple and they're bone structure just snaps in half during intercourse. I can only imagine and hopefully - the young women around the world will see that this is the image that you need to have, this is the image that men want, this is the perfect image. I want to break you in half while we're having sex. Yes, that is what I want. Please starve yourself and snort all you can take baby.





Watch out R. Kelly there's a new pervert in town and we like to call him T. Cruise. T. Cruise is officially the biggest celebrity twat of the year. Yes, I know the year is only 5 months old; however, T. Cruise has such a large lead not even Michael Jackson dangling Tito off the balcony can knock T. Cruise out of the top award. T. Cruise's action on the Opera Winfrey Show achieved such high marks in twattish that I can't even see straight.

TIMMY!, it was just an act, a celebrity stunt - maybe, but he's still a twat and he's going younger and younger......Katie Holmes had a crush on T. Cruise when she was a teenager. Ohhhh yummy - before you know T. Cruise will be making videos with underage women. This shouldn't come as a surprise though with T. Cruise - just look at his real name, Thomas Cruise Mapother IV - You might as well just say Twat the IV.

According to the T. Cruise Pattern of Relationship Formulas where he goes younger with each relationship and each relationship is shorter than the previous one - my calculations will have T. Cruise having sex with a 13 year old in 7 months.

I don't agree with it, I'm just pointing out the facts people.






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7 p.m. {20 of 24}

In the 7 p.m. range, people at work start going home, the office is pretty empty by this hour. Perfect, now I can go check on my pee cup in the bathroom filled with apple juice.

I creep into the bathroom like I'm Spiderman ready to pounce on some crooks when I peak around the corner into the stall where I left the fake pee sample and still sitting there is the cup in all its glory.


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Whoa....WHoa..... WHOa...... WHOA......WHOA!!!!!

At 1 p..m. post #14, if you look closely at the pictures, you'll notice that the fake barcode label that I made is turned towards the toilet. Now in the current pictures I just took, the fake barcode is turned away from the toilette. The cup has been turned. Who the fuck is nasty enough to touch the cup of urine sample? Oh shit...I think I just puked in my own mouth.

OH MY GOD - I work with a Urine Sample Cup Handler ..... dis-fucking-gusting.

Guys are nasty too they don't wash their hands, I know, I've seen them. You disgust me. Argh. I can hardly swallow my own salvia right now....

Management, if they've seen it, is probably hoping and praying that the rightful owner will realize that he is not in possession of his barcoded urine and will come back for it. Little do they know that I have planted it there and I'm just waiting for the rumors to spread like crabs at a High School Prom.

Stay tuned, I shall keep you posted my gentle readers.




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6 p.m. {19 of 24}

{Q}

DEAR TIMMY!,


I received a wedding invitation from "Sally," the sister of my co-worker, "Jessica." I don't know Sally personally, but I assumed that Jessica had asked her to invite my husband and me. When the invitation arrived, I immediately RSVP'd that we would attend. When I told Jessica, she seemed pleased.

About three weeks before the wedding, Sally called to say she had "inadvertently" sent me the invitation thinking I was someone else she knew. She said she had too many guests, and therefore I was being uninvited! I responded graciously, even though I felt humiliated.

By the way, other co-workers were invited. Now I feel stupid. Was this rude, or is this kind of thing no big deal?

Signed,
LEFT OUT

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Dear Cry Me A Fucking River,


Obviously the Bride is a twat and can't count the number of people she invited as she overbooked herself and then decided to pull a classless move. This is probably due to the fact that her parents were hippies and did not beat her into a well rounded educated polite adult. Don't blame Jessica for her sister's actions, Jessica is not responsible for her sister - blame the parents for raising such a rude bitch.

Most importantly, get over it you pansy - you don't even know the bride so it wasn't like it was a total disaster. There are rude people everywhere in this world and there is nothing you can do about it - except a nice kick to the crotch the next time you see them.

~ TIMMY!





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5 p.m. {18 of 24}

Let's take a picture....."No way! - oh my god!"

Come on...I need a picture of you. "Like right now? Oh my god!"

Yeah, lets go, I'm a tight schedule. "Oh my god, I need to put on my makeup and go buy some new perfume, get my hair done, get my teeth whitened, go buy a new gown"

Are you kidding me??? I've been up for over 30 hours straight, I'm pale, my eyes are blood shot and I'm not doing SHIT to fix myself up. Good God woman, hurry your ass up.

La la la la la la

You're going to make me late in my next post....DON'T YOU KNOW EH? I'm on a schedule and I hate BEING LATE!!!!!! I'm feeling better, my brain is starting to click and I'm getting my second wind people. Muahahahahaha

I have to keep this short though because I'm trying to finish a few things up for work. Mad Maxine isn't smiling for obvious reasons but of course I am because - hello! I have a Clark Gable smile and I need to flash it!







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4 p.m. {17 of 24}

If you like to read blogs as I do, then you might want to take a gander at Mandy's Blog, it is an interesting read. There's only about 5 posts so it wouldn't take you that long.

This is the 31st hour that I've been up straight. Since i have two jobs i went from one job to the next and then started my blogathon. No time for a nap in between. This is a hard part of the day for me anyways, and then you add in that I haven't slept for 31 hours makes it that more difficult.

By the way, it would be nice if you would donate some money...yes, you - you're reading this aren't you? Donate some money, don't be a jackass and go to hell - donate money and go to heaven.

I performed a Balero at a wedding like, ummm, last weekend. It was nice.

so as you can tell this is a really long stretch of the day for me....i got nothing to say right now. I have what....like 7 more hours to go and the biggest idea I got right now is through a video mimicking other people in how they react to me. Anyone live in teh south bay? I'll sell myself off right now for $1K so i can sleep....takers?

lost oppurtunity....

oh well, I guess I will have to raise the money the old fashion political way with hard work and sweat while on my knees.

BingoGuy has an article on his site about how ugly kids suck and why you should beat the shit out of your ugly kids. The article is something like that...anyways go read it, which further proves of how right I am in all things, Ugly People Suck, and that's the Ugly Truth.







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3 p.m. {16 of 24}

I feel like I'm drunk. Well, except for where I have to pee every 7 minutes.....or how I don't want to have sex with the first thing that moves....or make a complete ass out of myself or....keep drinking shots when I know I should have stopped 2 shots ago.....or hmmmm, I guess I don't really feel like I'm drunk.

Because my brain is shit right now while this is a hard tikme of day fo rme...I'm goign to post a dear diary entry by Black Magnum that she sent me via email about 3 weeks ago.

Dear Diary:

E and I are getting along great these days. I just love waiting on him hand and foot, cooking dinner for him, holding up the sports page while he's on the john, tying his shoes, brushing his teeth. My favorite is when he comes back from open gym, at 1:00AM and I have to give him a 10-hour massage with a happy ending!

As for work, today was a little hectic. My boss came back from vacation and it's back to long hours. We started playing softball again and lost our first game. I know it's just suppose to be fun but LOSING sucks big time!!!!

I am stuck on one foreign office action and am in need of a file. I already sent an email to Taco Timmy and phoned him to pressure him. No such luck. I wonder if I'm ever going to get that file?????

p.s. I wonder who is going to win American Idol


Oh by the way, I'm taking a picture of myself every hour and will put them all on a video so you can see how I look like shit, then look okay again, then back to shit, and okay again, back and forth back and forth like a woman trying to make up her mind about something.

You'll ahve a good laugh at my expense.





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2 p.m. {15 of 24}

No, I didn't fall asleep, I had a going away luncheon to attend to remember? You memmmmmmmer.

Brenda I don't know what is going to happen - and to be honest my brain is beginning to work at half capacity....in other words, it is running at twice the power as normal.

It is possible that it is swept under the rug as management might think that a partner forgot it in there and just pretend like it was never in there. Or the Indian Security Guard might tackled under the Patriot Law and held for questioning. If anything, I'm thinking I'll hear SOMETHING about it sooner or later.

TT - ummm, just because I'm Mexican doesn't give you the right to automatically assume that I vandalize at 4 a.m. in the morning. And because I'm Mexican, I can't afford TiVo. Is there anything else you would like to bring to my attention and make me feel like shit? heh - if anyone is still reading this, go check out Spankoff - good reading people.

Luncheon was nice - I took some pictures, but I wasn't in them so I'm not going to post them.




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1 p.m. {14 of 24}

A little early and my next one will be a little late probably.

I have collected enough money to send her to the grocery store and buy some fake teeth at the little kids vending machine. Pathetic I know, but this is what happens when you take a sabbatical and then come back with a quarter of the readership.

Thank you though so far to those that have contributed.

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Remember that prank I pulled with the Leaking Tea Bags? Memmer? You memmmer.

Episode I - 2nd half of the post

Episode II - and yes, I know I spelled Clique wrong.

You've heard me mention it but I've never actually sat down and wrote about The Infamous Dirty Diaper Scandal wherein I had a dirty diaper in a basket nicely wrapped with balloons tied to them and a secretary opened it.

There's miscellaneous pranks I've pulled pretending to be a manager via email wanting to speak to a secretary because they screwed up only to find themselves sitting in front of the real manager and the manager has no idea why they're there - I've sent out fake memos, Posted horrible pictures of attorneys/secretaries in the public forum here at my Law Firm making fun of them - these are just to name a few.

Because I have a huge reputation here, I have to be subtle when I do any pranks. So this one is very subtle, so subtle I might not hear about it for a little bit unless someone took care of business already.

So what I did was pretty simple, I entered into the main men's bathroom and left a real sterile cup from the doctors. I placed a fake barcode over it and poured some apple juice in it. I've been saving this for awhile because enough time has to elapse between my pranks as it become more and more difficult to pull them off.

Good times, good times.

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So as of this moment, I have not heard one thing about it. I haven't talked to Julie McCoy though who is my gossip queen, so perhaps he has inside information on the situation (he doesn't know I did this - so he would be the one to most likely leak the information first).

I'll keep you posted.





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12 p.m. {13 of 24}

I slowly peel back the top of Genghis Khan's cage - his domain - his kingdom.

I lift up the rock slowly looking for the coolest looking family member. Only, I don't see him.....

Ummmm......

SHIT!!!!

This could be a serious liability problem. Yes, I care more about being sued than someone getting stung with the poisonous venom of the scorpion.

Wait a second, this could be a good thing. If I can train my scorpion to hunt down certain attorneys and some of the secretaries in the other building, I think....uhhh, Yes - this is a good thing and now I have a reason to continue working here.

Jussssssssss keeeeeeding, though training my scorpion to hunt down attorneys and secretaries is intriguing, I wouldn't want to stay around just for that - I can have the scorpion hunt down annoying loud children in my neighborhood and still have that warm fuzzy feeling inside that I've accomplished something positive for the world.

I quickly jump over to my keyboard and rattle off a few sentences saying I can't find the little gentle creature. I then go back to look for him.

The reason why I'm looking for him is because I need to buy him some crickets for food as he is not big enough yet to eat ugly infants in my ultimate quest to rid the world of ugly people. Otherwise I don't want to disturb him because scorpions can become all stressed out and are very Up and Down creatures, basically they are women with visible claws and a visible death stinger ready to kill you at the first opportunity they can get.

I pull up the rock and look closely and I see the little guy...he has dug himself into a nice little wedge.....

Hello My Precious.

In case I forget to mention it later, my 2 p.m. post is going to probably be a little late as I'm going to a going away luncheon for a secretary that is smart enough to leave this scum infested-dirty-herpe-whore-Law- Firm.




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11 a.m. {12 of 24}

I'm paranoid.

Sleep deprivation has made me paranoid. I'm paranoid of anything and everything.

"Morning TIMMY!".....

Why the fuck do you need my bank account number?

"Hey TIMMY! how are you?"

I'm not going to give you my social security number you twat!

No, No, NO NO NO NO NOOOOO!!!

STOP FOLLOWING ME!!

They're after me....


I haven't heard anything about the stuff I planted at my work. I'll post pictures of what I did at the 1 p.m. posting.

This is the 12th hour in a row that I've been blogging. The second half of the blogging I'll have at least 1 video of me visually describing how my diverse friends (segregated by race) react when they see me dancing.

Sugar: I left you a comment.... :)
tinyTIJUANA: for which hour?
Sugar: the slobber hour


That would be 3 a.m. in which she said:
.....and I will name you as the father of my kids and file for child support if you post slobber picks of me...

Sugar: i am a beauty queen at all times...that is all i have to say

I knew I liked her for a roommate.




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10 a.m. {11 of 24}

Some of the recent keywords that people have used to find my website.

recently was with a white guy for the first time in my life but did not care for the experience
How the fuck did you find me with that phrase - seriously, how the hell does a phrase like that lead you to my awesome kick ass website?

genital herpes ruined my life
I don't know how that could be possible, just look at the valtrex commercials and you'll see how happy they are - then reconsider your position on the situation that you've been blessed with.

wearing my jail flip flops
That's right, whether behind bars, in the office, rain or shine, let us all wear flip flops.

why does my sweat smell like pee
Ummm, don't come back to my website

my life is yours oh great one
Yes, Yes it is my child.

christian tomatoes
Whaaaat? If a Christian knew what I did with tomatoes I don't think they would appreciate it very much

what to do when you visit another country and you have to pee
You go in the bushes you dumb twat

how can i make my life better
By coming to my website everyday and taking in the pure comedic genius of it all.

man maid
What? And here I thought I made that term up

jedi pee
The best key phrase ever to be used to find my website.

methods for instant death in adults
Please Visit Maddox for the proper techniques on how to kill yourself like a man, but before killing yourself, please donate some money, all of it since you won't be needing it - thanks, and goodbye.

im mexican blog
Im the o8nly Mexican whos can tipe

mexican jedi
Okay, I take the Jedi Pee comment back, this is by far the best phrase to find my site

good-looking people have a better life
True. Just look at my blog and the stories of my life to prove it.

straight pubic hair
Straight pubic hair is a direct result of eating Chinese Food

what do i do to stop my dog from throwing up
Put him to sleep, and if you are Asian, eat him

ugly woman going home
Not with me, fuck that shit.





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9 a.m. {10 of 24}

Genghis Khan is missing. Sending out a California Amber Alert.

I haven't seen him in days. I'm getting very worried about him and I'm thinking that he might have died - my guess is over exposure at the work place. My dad called me yesterday just to see how he was doing.....what am I supposed to tell him? My dad will be heart broken as will I if I find a motionless body underneath that rock.

If he is dead, it wouldn't be because of natural causes, it would because of murder and someone will pay a consequence for the slaughter of my family member.



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8 a.m. {9 of 24}

I'm going to take off and head to work because as I'm sitting here I keep zoning in and out. If I'm at work, at least I can keep busy doing something instead of just sitting here.

I got into work and set up my little project here at work and took some pictures. As soon as more people start coming, I should slowly start hearing rumors about it. Well, hopefully anyways.

I'll tell you what I did whether it is a success or not, but I have to give it some time still.




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7 a.m. {8 of 24}

I drag my tired and uncreative Mexican ass to the shower. The sun is up and I'm feeling a lot better now. w00t! w00t!

My roommate's alarm clock just went off - but I don't hear her getting up. Because she hit snooze, it just went off again. It took approximately 5 minutes plus (I was timing it) for her to turn off the Alarm Clock this time around.

She must be saving her energy to get a good day's worth of work in by not moving her arm to turn off the alarm clock. Genius energy saving technique.

Things I plan on accomplishing today

1) Do my job while still blogging on the hour
2) Collect $1,000 by 9 a.m. {wishful thinking}
3) Not getting yelled at by my employers {again, wishful thinking}
4) Getting gas {I'm almost empty}
5) Making at least one person laugh

Things I plan on not accomplishing today

1) Sleeping
2) Getting completely caught up in my job
3) Buying more crickets for Genghis Khan
4) Enjoying my job
5) Getting drunk {still a possibility actually}



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6 a.m. {7 of 24}

Some bird is squawking outside and it sounds like it is dying....I'm really tired and I wish someone would donate the money in full so I can go to sleep. I don't know why I thought this was such a fabulous idea.

What the fuck is wrong with me. Maybe I should have at least put some thought into this so I wouldn't have writer's block.

I need some coffee, problem is, is that I don't know how to make the damn coffee. I wonder if I make some noise and "accidentally" wake my roommate up if she will make me coffee. Hmmm, she's a woman, she shouldn't have a problem with it.

Women need to keep men happy or they get slapped. Plain and simple.

I have a couple of articles I'm working on, including the 2nd Edition of T! Magazine, but if I sit and continue to work on those, then I won't be able to blog for my next hour. This staying awake for 24 straight hours was a stupid idea...why didn't anyone talk me out of it??? Assholes.

I'm going to have to be on top of my game if I am going to continue to blog while working. My brain is starting to get fried and I need to do something, or someone. Watching that soft porn in the 4 a.m. hour didn't help me in that area at all as I sort zoned out for a bit staring at the man and woman using creative ways to "hide" their pelvics as their sweaty bodies slapped together.



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5 a.m. {6 of 24}

4 a.m. {5 of 24}

I usually don't have time to watch T.V., but when I do, I'm usually tuned into ESPN or Comedy Central, but now that I have so much time on my hands I'm flipping through the channels and I'm suddenly slapped in the face with the reality that there is nothing but SHIT on T.V.

Paid Programming on Spike TV? Hmmm, I click over and it is "Wild Party Girls" dancing around and rubbing up against each other. Basically a Girls Gone Wild rip off. For the next 250 callers only, you get two videos for free. In other words, we can't sell these piece of shit videos to enough people so we are trying to give them away if you buy just ONE video. Please, buy one video, just one - please!

So many paid programming on - hair plugs, increase your income - acne. Wow, I just flipped to a 22.5" Dragonfly lamp with Lit Base - the lamp looks like a 1976 piece of junk.

Ultimate 70's music collection - Walk Fit (weight loss program) - I've had enough of the paid programming. Oh shit..I missed that commercial. It was about adopting an African kid and sending money and stuff. For 11 cents a day (I think that is what I heard), you can cloth, school, and feed a child in Africa. Well fuckin-a, if all it costs is 11 cents a day I'm sending Curly Top to Africa.

I flip to Sports Center and they are showing National Spelling Bee clips. What the fuck? I don't want to see some ugly ass smart kid spelling words that normal people don't use. I want to see sports highlights.

Watching TV this late is like some kind of awful Asian Torture where at first it isn't that bad until it is done to you over and over and over and over again until you SNAP.

Holy Toledo. I just came across soft porn. Women: Stories of Passion - an angel rescues a human. Wait a second though, the angel is no angel, he's a fucking Mexican. The acting is superb - amazing. I even believe that they are really having sex. I do miss scrambled porn though, the soft saxophone playing the "stick it in the nina" music. Hearing the moaning and getting all excited when you catch a glimpse of nipple. Those were good times right there my gentle readers. Good times indeed.




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3 a.m. {4 of 24}

I walk to my bedroom and see my unmade desk sitting there. Hmmm, since I'll be up all night maybe I should put it together. We'll see how that idea goes.

I then walk into the kitchen and sitting in the microwave was a plate of dinner for me.

Awwww, my roommate left me a plate. Isn't she sweet? {white girl accent because she's white} Like Oh My {flips hair} Gawd - she is soooooo fucking awesome!

Now I would feel bad for doing what I was thinking of doing to her. See, she won't allow me to take Genghis Khan home - my so very awesome kick ass nobody rocks like him scorpion. My helpless little Genghis Khan is stuck at my job suffering in my office. So I had thought about sneaking into her room tonight and taking a picture of her while she was sleeping and then posting it up on the internet.

For Genghis of course. Not because I would find it funny or anything like that.

She's a very attractive woman, but you can just tell that she is the type of woman to sleep with her mouth gaping open with slobber running down her neck. Which of course she wouldn't want pictures like that up on the internet, so I was thinking of sneaking in there and taking a picture of her in all her slobber glory.

But now I would feel guilty for doing that after eating my dinner that she so thoughtfully set aside for me. Hopefully she won't kick my ass after she reads and/or hears about this posting.

Good times, good times.




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2 a.m. {3 of 24}

I've been in the office blogging, but I'm going to head home here. Speaking of the office, I have some special treats for my co-workers, if you are my co-worker and are reading this, keep your trap shut once the rumors start flying.

For my co-workers - You'll know my handy work once you hear about it, and I will be blogging about it and taking pictures so make sure you stay tune for the next 10 hours or so as we see how it develops in the office.

I'm also looking to see how to do an audio blog, and I'll do that too in one of my hours. Oh, I just did a google search and surprise, surprise, AudioBlog.com came up.

{10 minutes later}

Okay, so now I'm all set up to audio post which I will be doing when my brain begins to fry and I can ramble on and on and you can see what a spaz I really am and how Adult ADD has affected me.







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1 a.m. {2 of 24}

Zeebarf sent me some original sketches - they came in the mail today. One of the sketches is from his older art work he did for his website, and one is of his show in Canada on the Teletoon Network that hopefully will take off and Zeebarf will be like Walt Disney, except for Zeebarf's humor being a little bit different than Walt's.

Sons of Butcher takes you on a wild ride through the quirky minds and adolescent fantasies of three would-be rock gods.

Anways, as I'm sitting here staring at them, w00t! w00t! I thought I'd go search the internet to see if there is anything on his new show called, Sons of Butcher. Then I realized, I need something to blog about for the next hour so now I'm sitting here telling you exactly what I'm doing. Maybe this blogathon has turned into a very bad idea and it is only the 2nd hour.

No, everything I do is awesome because Nobody Rocks Like Me.

Just be patient my gentle readers until I get into a groove and get a little system going.

So back to Sons of Butcher, after googling the show, the only thing I can find is the website and a description of the main characters at ssp.ca. I didn't even crack a smile at watching the short clip on the website, but I do have faith in Zeebarf and his humor to make something very funny.

I click over to Yahoo!.com and I see this article of Japan's birth rate hits an all time low.

Apparently the unfortunate stereotype of Asian men has finally reached the Japanese women who no longer want to sleep with Asian men. The last time that I saw a mixed couple where the man was Asian was when I was about 8 years old which was before the internet. Since the dot com bursted onto the scene, the stereotype of Asian men has quickly spread among non-Asian females and finally, finally the Asian women have had the email forwarded to them.

I'm guessing this is the beginning of the end for Asian men as they will slowly become extinct.

My next blogathon will be to save the Asian Man from extinction.




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12 a.m. (1 of 24)

First lets get some things out of the way - at the end of each post is a paypal link that you can click on and donate money with your paypal account, if you don't have one, you can use a credit card.

Thanks to those that have already donated - I really, really appreciate it. If you want to chat with me, I will be on AIM all night and all day at tinyTIJUANA unless I'm in route. I will try to keep my posts somewhat short but sometimes I get on a rampage and go off the deep end so who knows how long they'll be. I'm guessing that some most will be semi short while others will be a little longer.

Today, my boss comes into my office and shuts the door. "What the hell is going on? Why aren't you getting them out on time?"

"Well, ummmm, I'm not sending them out on time."

"We can't lose that business - it is unacceptable for this to be happening - if we lose this business then you will be out of a job."

This is when the reality hit me - HOLY SHIT! I could lose my job.

If we lose this business I won't have to come back here - come back to this shit hole of all that is unholy that my coworkers call, "work".

A huge relief came over me and I had a sudden urge to walk over to my boss' office and take a giant shit right on the recently windex glass desk of his. Not because I don't like him, I actually think he's a great boss, but more of a huge "fuck you" towards everything that is involved in my job including having to deal with arrogant bastard attorneys on a daily basis.

This is perfect timing actually as I won't be sleeping while blogging every hour on the hour after being yelled at the day before.

Good times, good times.

Should be interesting.

Anyways, I do have some ideas so hopefully this whole thing is worth a few laughs.

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