Flirting with danger
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2769486/Rachele-Brooke-Smith-criticised-yoga-pose-ledge-high-rise-building.html
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
Last Day on the Job
It was George the Mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood. When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole family who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a tidy gift envelope.
At the second house, they presented him with a box of fine cigars.
The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.
At the fourth house, he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful blonde woman in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door, which she closed behind him, and took him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced. When he had enough, they went downstairs and she fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied, she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge. ‘All this was just too wonderful for words,’ he said, ‘But what's the dollar for?’
‘Well,’ she said, ‘Last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you. He said, 'Screw him. Give him a dollar.' The breakfast was my idea.’
At the second house, they presented him with a box of fine cigars.
The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.
At the fourth house, he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful blonde woman in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door, which she closed behind him, and took him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced. When he had enough, they went downstairs and she fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied, she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge. ‘All this was just too wonderful for words,’ he said, ‘But what's the dollar for?’
‘Well,’ she said, ‘Last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you. He said, 'Screw him. Give him a dollar.' The breakfast was my idea.’
Over Zealous and Crazy
No, it's not who you think...but, that could be applicable too...I guess?!?
Anyhow, bootleggers and blackouts aside...reminiscent of dysfunctional friends (Animal House wannabes), crazy music and body shots of some hairy guy (it's dental flossing)....it's those playful mood enhancement moments that change our perception of wild times.
Running onto a football field
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lJn-CiOvWtI
Or a baseball field
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VqtPUhYdz6M
Anyhow, bootleggers and blackouts aside...reminiscent of dysfunctional friends (Animal House wannabes), crazy music and body shots of some hairy guy (it's dental flossing)....it's those playful mood enhancement moments that change our perception of wild times.
Running onto a football field
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lJn-CiOvWtI
Or a baseball field
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VqtPUhYdz6M
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Four Long Years, it's like a marriage
With a divorce, three separations and one custody battle....
Four years and counting (I'll never quit this as long as you're here)....I feel extra selectively social tonight on my anniversary. Somewhat antsy actually. But 'What' does it really mean, anyways? My only answer is (should always be) naught...right? My highlight tonight? Hopey came by...and wanted to stay and chill with me...in spite of his master's command.
I know exactly what you're thinking, what's a Hopey? Simple. A Lhasa Apso, that's Who! He acted as if You told him that he won the state lotto with how happy he was to see me. Ronny all but choked him out in order to get him (Hopey) up and out. Either way, he (Hopey) was happier than a pig in shit, hanging out by my feet! Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
But...with all that said, the Mets still suck (sub five hundred, yet still in contention for second place...Wow, that's like trying to start a car...notice, I said 'trying'...yeah, the Mets are trying alright? Trying to fuck over their fan base!).
The Greek Festival is in Port Washington (a town named after the first president of The United States) tonight and tomorrow...I better get my game face on and head over there....but, if my true love fails me (as they so often do)...I will be having a humble serving of grumpy pie, grieving how could the Lions have gotten to be so vicious. It's a quarter after nine (technically, 9:18) and I can hear my brethren lighting their fireworks (as I sulk in the peace of darkness in my bedroom)...just waiting for just the right moment to click on the publish key...making this, us a committed deal.
I swear, by my powers invested in me...that this whole thing is a fabric of my innovative and creative imagination...and there is nothing that your investigation will prove otherwise.
Got it!
Good, keep it...and pipe it up as you toke it.
We have a strong, no return policy on this, that...and thus, on everything else.
Four years and counting (I'll never quit this as long as you're here)....I feel extra selectively social tonight on my anniversary. Somewhat antsy actually. But 'What' does it really mean, anyways? My only answer is (should always be) naught...right? My highlight tonight? Hopey came by...and wanted to stay and chill with me...in spite of his master's command.
I know exactly what you're thinking, what's a Hopey? Simple. A Lhasa Apso, that's Who! He acted as if You told him that he won the state lotto with how happy he was to see me. Ronny all but choked him out in order to get him (Hopey) up and out. Either way, he (Hopey) was happier than a pig in shit, hanging out by my feet! Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
But...with all that said, the Mets still suck (sub five hundred, yet still in contention for second place...Wow, that's like trying to start a car...notice, I said 'trying'...yeah, the Mets are trying alright? Trying to fuck over their fan base!).
The Greek Festival is in Port Washington (a town named after the first president of The United States) tonight and tomorrow...I better get my game face on and head over there....but, if my true love fails me (as they so often do)...I will be having a humble serving of grumpy pie, grieving how could the Lions have gotten to be so vicious. It's a quarter after nine (technically, 9:18) and I can hear my brethren lighting their fireworks (as I sulk in the peace of darkness in my bedroom)...just waiting for just the right moment to click on the publish key...making this, us a committed deal.
I swear, by my powers invested in me...that this whole thing is a fabric of my innovative and creative imagination...and there is nothing that your investigation will prove otherwise.
Got it!
Good, keep it...and pipe it up as you toke it.
We have a strong, no return policy on this, that...and thus, on everything else.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Lesson Learned
(To men)
Please take time to ponder.
(To women)
Just enjoy the story.
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighbouring kingdom.
The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.
The question was:
*What do women really want?*
Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man. And to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.
Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer. But the price would be high as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but first he would have to agree to her price.
The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, and Arthur's closest friend. Young Arthur was horrified.
She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc.
He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden.
But Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life. And the reservation of the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered.
Arthur's question thus:
"What a woman really wants?"
She said, "A woman wants to be in charge of her own life."
Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth, and that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighbouring monarch granted Arthur his freedom. And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.
The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him.
The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was sitting by the bed.
The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth become her horrible and deformed self only half the time, and be the beautiful maiden the other half.
"Which would you prefer?" She asked him. "BEUATIFUL during the DAY... OR at NIGHT?"
Lancelot pondered the predicament.
During the day, he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch!
OR,
would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day? But by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous moments with?
(If you are a man reading this)
What would YOUR choice be?
(If you are a woman reading this) What would YOUR MAN'S choice be?
And Lancelot's choice is given below...
BUT, please make YOUR choice first before you scroll down below!
OKAY?
Knowing the answer the witch gave to Arthur for his question, Sir Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time, because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
Now, what is the moral to this
The moral is...
1. There is a 'witch' in every woman, no matter how beautiful she is.
2. If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.
So, be careful how you treat a woman and always remember:
IT IS EITHER "HER WAY" OR IT IS "NO WAY"!!!
Please take time to ponder.
(To women)
Just enjoy the story.
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighbouring kingdom.
The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.
The question was:
*What do women really want?*
Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man. And to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.
Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer. But the price would be high as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but first he would have to agree to her price.
The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, and Arthur's closest friend. Young Arthur was horrified.
She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc.
He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden.
But Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life. And the reservation of the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered.
Arthur's question thus:
"What a woman really wants?"
She said, "A woman wants to be in charge of her own life."
Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth, and that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighbouring monarch granted Arthur his freedom. And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.
The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him.
The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was sitting by the bed.
The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth become her horrible and deformed self only half the time, and be the beautiful maiden the other half.
"Which would you prefer?" She asked him. "BEUATIFUL during the DAY... OR at NIGHT?"
Lancelot pondered the predicament.
During the day, he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch!
OR,
would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day? But by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous moments with?
(If you are a man reading this)
What would YOUR choice be?
(If you are a woman reading this) What would YOUR MAN'S choice be?
And Lancelot's choice is given below...
BUT, please make YOUR choice first before you scroll down below!
OKAY?
Knowing the answer the witch gave to Arthur for his question, Sir Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time, because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
Now, what is the moral to this
The moral is...
1. There is a 'witch' in every woman, no matter how beautiful she is.
2. If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.
So, be careful how you treat a woman and always remember:
IT IS EITHER "HER WAY" OR IT IS "NO WAY"!!!
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Click, Post...Read
We live in an expanding universe lit by endless energy, moving at speeds that blow our minds...on a rock. spinning with a force strong enough to propel heavy metal machines into the air...all the while I am sitting here, still, engineering a message...potentially to be read over ten thousand miles away, perhaps within seconds of when I click post...
I spent my slow pace morning scrolling through online archives...and any person whom you had any affiliation or quandaries within this storied past. I felt like an Online historian. *At no point, did I judge anyone.* After all, it's not my job to judge others. I see that we are all equals on this planet...much the way when you look at the ocean,we don't differentiate between the water molecules...assessing that the deeper molecules hold better value over the more superficial ones. All water molecules act as an ocean...together. There is no hierarchy in water, much the way there is no rightful superior amongst us.
As people, it's up to us to learn from our past...in an effort to write our future under the right pretenses. People who fixate on past issues and failure points often stutter in procuring a timely advancement...thus, too timid at times for sound decision making. It's that lack of confidence from past situation that harbors that sort of personal uncertainty...that often leads one to become a judge of others...as opposed to an internal problem solver.
So...who am to judge anyone? I should be more concerned with getting it right, rather than objectifying everyone else's shortcomings/mishaps (whatever you would like to call them)...and NOT point fingers...numbing and distracting my senses to my issues. In other words, those who concern themselves with the affairs of others, as opposed to their own...often have the biggest obstacles to overcome and fear that fight so they concern themselves with foreign losing propositions. By default, making themselves apart of the audience/problem, as opposed to being involved in their own solution. Like I said...I am no judge...I leave that up to the individual to solve the issue and better themselves. Catch my drift?
I spent my slow pace morning scrolling through online archives...and any person whom you had any affiliation or quandaries within this storied past. I felt like an Online historian. *At no point, did I judge anyone.* After all, it's not my job to judge others. I see that we are all equals on this planet...much the way when you look at the ocean,we don't differentiate between the water molecules...assessing that the deeper molecules hold better value over the more superficial ones. All water molecules act as an ocean...together. There is no hierarchy in water, much the way there is no rightful superior amongst us.
As people, it's up to us to learn from our past...in an effort to write our future under the right pretenses. People who fixate on past issues and failure points often stutter in procuring a timely advancement...thus, too timid at times for sound decision making. It's that lack of confidence from past situation that harbors that sort of personal uncertainty...that often leads one to become a judge of others...as opposed to an internal problem solver.
So...who am to judge anyone? I should be more concerned with getting it right, rather than objectifying everyone else's shortcomings/mishaps (whatever you would like to call them)...and NOT point fingers...numbing and distracting my senses to my issues. In other words, those who concern themselves with the affairs of others, as opposed to their own...often have the biggest obstacles to overcome and fear that fight so they concern themselves with foreign losing propositions. By default, making themselves apart of the audience/problem, as opposed to being involved in their own solution. Like I said...I am no judge...I leave that up to the individual to solve the issue and better themselves. Catch my drift?
Monday, September 22, 2014
Is three better than two?
What if I were to offer you...yes you...an atypical proposition?
Would you take it for the money and possible fame?
I...would do neither.
I would not want the money, and I would especially not want the fame.
But this woman received a third breast implant.
WTF is this world coming to?
http://www.ibtimes.co.uk/woman-adds-third-breast-by-undergoing-surgery-participate-reality-show-1466531
Would you take it for the money and possible fame?
I...would do neither.
I would not want the money, and I would especially not want the fame.
But this woman received a third breast implant.
WTF is this world coming to?
http://www.ibtimes.co.uk/woman-adds-third-breast-by-undergoing-surgery-participate-reality-show-1466531
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Benefits of Luo Han Guo
The Magic Fruit...or more commonly called Monk Fruit!
Say What? Let's ask Rakan Trivani...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=efA-yvmt89s
What Benefits can you expect?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TWSNKREvWkI
And Some more benefits....
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0ANhzMrn8jQ
How do you make Monk Fruit Tea?
Bring to a boil 33 to 50 ounces of water.
Once it boils, bring it down to a simmer and then crush the dried monk fruit and let it sit in the simmering water for an hour.
Other items that I have added to the simmering pot just to liven and satisfy my palate (you know how much I prefer complex and complicated flavors):
Green Tea loose herbs, Peppermint Tea loose herbs, Sage loose herbs, Rosebud loose herbs, Chrysanthemum loose herbs, ginger root sliced, Goji berries and Qingfei Huatan Wan.
Thank my recent trip through Asia to my enlightenment of Monk Fruit tea.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=urzBZQpzvTg
My results?
Better digest, improved respiration and clear thinking...for starters.
My sweet tooth is annulled. My appetite feels absent.
My mood (during an annoyingly stressful weak) seems a bit calm and level with teasing hints of upbeatness (if that's even a word).
Plus...I am becoming super popular in my little wannabe kingdom.
Before too long, I will become Chuck Norris.
Say What? Let's ask Rakan Trivani...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=efA-yvmt89s
What Benefits can you expect?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TWSNKREvWkI
And Some more benefits....
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0ANhzMrn8jQ
How do you make Monk Fruit Tea?
Bring to a boil 33 to 50 ounces of water.
Once it boils, bring it down to a simmer and then crush the dried monk fruit and let it sit in the simmering water for an hour.
Other items that I have added to the simmering pot just to liven and satisfy my palate (you know how much I prefer complex and complicated flavors):
Green Tea loose herbs, Peppermint Tea loose herbs, Sage loose herbs, Rosebud loose herbs, Chrysanthemum loose herbs, ginger root sliced, Goji berries and Qingfei Huatan Wan.
Thank my recent trip through Asia to my enlightenment of Monk Fruit tea.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=urzBZQpzvTg
My results?
Better digest, improved respiration and clear thinking...for starters.
My sweet tooth is annulled. My appetite feels absent.
My mood (during an annoyingly stressful weak) seems a bit calm and level with teasing hints of upbeatness (if that's even a word).
Plus...I am becoming super popular in my little wannabe kingdom.
Before too long, I will become Chuck Norris.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Truth Number 2
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8yOm5h-poE4
Truth Number 2
by The Dixie Chicks
You don't like the sound of the truth
Coming from my mouth
You say that I lack the proof
Well baby that might be so
I might get to the end of my life
Find out everyone was lying
I don't think that I'm afraid anymore say that I would rather die trying
Woh-oh
Swing me way down south
Sing me something brave from your mouth
And I'll bring you
Pearls of water on my hips
And the love in my lips
All the love from my lips
This time when he swung the bat
And I found myself laying flat I wondered
What a way to spend a dime
What a way to use the time, ain't it baby
I looked at my reflection in the window walking past
And I saw a stranger
Just so scared all the time it makes me one more reason
Why the world's dangerous
Woh-oh
Swing me way down south
Sing me something brave from your mouth
And I'll bring you
Pearls of water on my hips
And the love in my lips
All the love from my lips
You don't like the sound of the truth
Coming from my mouth
You say that I lack the proof
Well baby that might be so
Tell me what's wrong with having a little faith
In what you're feeling in your heart
Why must we be so afraid
And always so far apart
Woh-oh
Swing me way down south
Sing me something brave from your mouth
And I'll bring you
Pearls of water on my hips
And the love in my lips
All the love from my lips
Truth Number 2
by The Dixie Chicks
You don't like the sound of the truth
Coming from my mouth
You say that I lack the proof
Well baby that might be so
I might get to the end of my life
Find out everyone was lying
I don't think that I'm afraid anymore say that I would rather die trying
Woh-oh
Swing me way down south
Sing me something brave from your mouth
And I'll bring you
Pearls of water on my hips
And the love in my lips
All the love from my lips
This time when he swung the bat
And I found myself laying flat I wondered
What a way to spend a dime
What a way to use the time, ain't it baby
I looked at my reflection in the window walking past
And I saw a stranger
Just so scared all the time it makes me one more reason
Why the world's dangerous
Woh-oh
Swing me way down south
Sing me something brave from your mouth
And I'll bring you
Pearls of water on my hips
And the love in my lips
All the love from my lips
You don't like the sound of the truth
Coming from my mouth
You say that I lack the proof
Well baby that might be so
Tell me what's wrong with having a little faith
In what you're feeling in your heart
Why must we be so afraid
And always so far apart
Woh-oh
Swing me way down south
Sing me something brave from your mouth
And I'll bring you
Pearls of water on my hips
And the love in my lips
All the love from my lips
Friday, September 19, 2014
Find
I am on the verge
Standing on the very edge
staring straight into my heart's abyss
Fearless of what may peek back
I rock forward, thrust with force
Diving face first in my dark swell
Of love, lust and desire
A mirage of two foes
Pulling and pushing
My soul to the brink of an undetermined road
I close my eyes, I look deep within my heavens
Quietly whispering into the ears of my siren
It's her sunshine that lights my convoluted path
Through this abandoned journey
Of failed expectations and missed opportunities
Bypassing rhyme and reason
Fighting a fight that can't be resolved
Until time stops...
And I wait
Alone
Patiently
in my fleeting moment of stillness...
Reflecting,
On an idol that once deserted me
Like a prince waiting for my throne
It's my civil duty to obtain what is unattainable
And tame a goddess not worthy of my time and space
I am on my way to a place that dreams become reality....
A reality that only a dream can ever hold
Standing on the very edge
staring straight into my heart's abyss
Fearless of what may peek back
I rock forward, thrust with force
Diving face first in my dark swell
Of love, lust and desire
A mirage of two foes
Pulling and pushing
My soul to the brink of an undetermined road
I close my eyes, I look deep within my heavens
Quietly whispering into the ears of my siren
It's her sunshine that lights my convoluted path
Through this abandoned journey
Of failed expectations and missed opportunities
Bypassing rhyme and reason
Fighting a fight that can't be resolved
Until time stops...
And I wait
Alone
Patiently
in my fleeting moment of stillness...
Reflecting,
On an idol that once deserted me
Like a prince waiting for my throne
It's my civil duty to obtain what is unattainable
And tame a goddess not worthy of my time and space
I am on my way to a place that dreams become reality....
A reality that only a dream can ever hold
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
I have too much stress
Anxiety and Stress
are
C A U S E D
by giving a shit...
S O
What I strongly recommend (prescribe) to you all is....
A Big Dose of Fuck It,
Forget It
and Move On.
Please, don't thank me...it's my civil duty to give any of you willing to listen a viewpoint that you may not be aware of, informed of or interested in....
Welcome to my domain...
It's a happy place where all are invited to join in and share/discuss our common complaints and dilemmas...to debate until our hearts are content...
Especially...
On those days that seem a bit too overwhelming and stressful...
are
C A U S E D
by giving a shit...
S O
What I strongly recommend (prescribe) to you all is....
A Big Dose of Fuck It,
Forget It
and Move On.
Please, don't thank me...it's my civil duty to give any of you willing to listen a viewpoint that you may not be aware of, informed of or interested in....
Welcome to my domain...
It's a happy place where all are invited to join in and share/discuss our common complaints and dilemmas...to debate until our hearts are content...
Especially...
On those days that seem a bit too overwhelming and stressful...
Monday, September 15, 2014
Seduction
Lost within a touch...
Tempted by A Lover,
W
H
O
knows
h
o
w,
when and where
To
L
O
V
E
me
now, always and forever
Tempted by A Lover,
W
H
O
knows
h
o
w,
when and where
To
L
O
V
E
me
now, always and forever
The Secret of Trolls
Talk about spooky dreams...
(Perhaps inspired by Certain Blog Readers?)
I saw this troll eating a dog. Overcome by this disturbing chill, I was so creeped out...that 'It' woke me right up. I looked at my wrist watch and the time read 3:41 a.m.
Needless to say, I could not fall back asleep...especially considering that I wake up at four oh Fukken clock in order to get to work early. God Damn trolls even haunt me in my dreams.
F You Trollnation.
(Perhaps inspired by Certain Blog Readers?)
I saw this troll eating a dog. Overcome by this disturbing chill, I was so creeped out...that 'It' woke me right up. I looked at my wrist watch and the time read 3:41 a.m.
Needless to say, I could not fall back asleep...especially considering that I wake up at four oh Fukken clock in order to get to work early. God Damn trolls even haunt me in my dreams.
F You Trollnation.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
NFL Mean Tweets
Several players disclose publicly how their fans perceive them
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MPmObvuOMYA
Dallas Cowboys...their fans vent about darling princesses of Football
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2yhBG194Iys
and of course...the celebrities that started it all
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=imW392e6XR0
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MPmObvuOMYA
Dallas Cowboys...their fans vent about darling princesses of Football
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2yhBG194Iys
and of course...the celebrities that started it all
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=imW392e6XR0
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Right in Two
by
Tool
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KBUG8I05S3A
Angels on the sideline
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.
Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly old monkeys,
Where there's one you're bound to divide it
Right in two
Angels on the sideline
Baffled and confused
Father blessed them all with reason.
And this is what they choose.
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They forge a blade, and where there's one they're bound to divide it
Right in two.
Right in two.
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground
Silly monkeys give them thumbs, they make a club
And beat their brother down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a Creature who would squander the ability
To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky and
Fight over life, over blood, over air and light,
Over love, over sun, over another.
Fight for the time, for the one, for the rise and
Angels on the sideline again
Been so long with patience and reason
Angels on the sideline again
Wondering when this tug of war will end
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Right in two
Right in two
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YdwYGu1o8gs
Tool
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KBUG8I05S3A
Angels on the sideline
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.
Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly old monkeys,
Where there's one you're bound to divide it
Right in two
Angels on the sideline
Baffled and confused
Father blessed them all with reason.
And this is what they choose.
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They forge a blade, and where there's one they're bound to divide it
Right in two.
Right in two.
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground
Silly monkeys give them thumbs, they make a club
And beat their brother down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a Creature who would squander the ability
To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky and
Fight over life, over blood, over air and light,
Over love, over sun, over another.
Fight for the time, for the one, for the rise and
Angels on the sideline again
Been so long with patience and reason
Angels on the sideline again
Wondering when this tug of war will end
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Cut and divide it all right in two
Right in two
Right in two
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YdwYGu1o8gs
Friday, September 12, 2014
What's your Worth?
"The real measure of a person's wealth is how much he would be worth if he lost all his money."
P.s.
Priceless to some, unappreciated by the rest
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Three Pounds
My life completely changed for the better (I think, but I don't know) the day she took residence in my mind...
She redecorated my grey matter,
Infused a few new ideas into my white matter
Switched around my cerebrum and cerebellum...
Short circuited my brain stem
Got confused between my thalamus and hypothalamus
Even though they are both in my diencephalon...?
This ALL
Caused my midbrain to have one colossal brain fart, my pons to fall like a drunk and drop off kilter....and my Medulla Oblongata to skip a beat with one swift punch love crush....
The basal ganglia was caught with his pants down...completely breaking the limbic system's heart!
All the while dissing the corpus callosum, cingulate gyrus, mammillary body, olfactory tract, amygdala and hippocampus...for a stupid chance for one solid date with one hot chick!
Well, by now...there was a huge traffic jam, spinal cord and all...right down ventricle lane...
(All those summer crowds leaving the Hamptons)
Forget it! The pineal gland got pissed!! My Gyri and sulci traded places.
My visual cortex couldn't see straight and my somatosensory flunked its field sobriety test.
Next thing I knew, my left and right hemispheres began to argue...like two little devils, each sitting over their respective shoulder. The motor cortex began to get all physical, despite better judgement.
Frontal lobe, occipital lobe, parietal lobe...temporal lobe...it all felt ridiculous...
Who cares....same shit, different day.
Every brain looks the same, but no two ever act the same...said my Cerebral Cortex!
All this fuss for what? One stupid girl who has no brain? No guts? No nothing!
Now (as in today and tomorrow) she sits alone in her chaotic corner, and I sit in my new luxurious home...water view and all!
And to think, She never even asked for permission either.
Who's really the stupid one?
A careless redecorating idiot? Or the idiot that opened that door that let her in?
Fifty billion nerve cells, and not one single one would open its mouth?
No lip service for me, I guess.
I hope that you fared better with each devil...
I learned my lesson, I skipped town and changed my name. Now, alls I have are my fading memories of an old house with ghosts with no faces and no voices...with no significant changes as to who I have become.
m
e
As in I
A criminal, a brother, a poet, a fighter.
Life is one big metamorphosis.
She redecorated my grey matter,
Infused a few new ideas into my white matter
Switched around my cerebrum and cerebellum...
Short circuited my brain stem
Got confused between my thalamus and hypothalamus
Even though they are both in my diencephalon...?
This ALL
Caused my midbrain to have one colossal brain fart, my pons to fall like a drunk and drop off kilter....and my Medulla Oblongata to skip a beat with one swift punch love crush....
The basal ganglia was caught with his pants down...completely breaking the limbic system's heart!
All the while dissing the corpus callosum, cingulate gyrus, mammillary body, olfactory tract, amygdala and hippocampus...for a stupid chance for one solid date with one hot chick!
Well, by now...there was a huge traffic jam, spinal cord and all...right down ventricle lane...
(All those summer crowds leaving the Hamptons)
Forget it! The pineal gland got pissed!! My Gyri and sulci traded places.
My visual cortex couldn't see straight and my somatosensory flunked its field sobriety test.
Next thing I knew, my left and right hemispheres began to argue...like two little devils, each sitting over their respective shoulder. The motor cortex began to get all physical, despite better judgement.
Frontal lobe, occipital lobe, parietal lobe...temporal lobe...it all felt ridiculous...
Who cares....same shit, different day.
Every brain looks the same, but no two ever act the same...said my Cerebral Cortex!
All this fuss for what? One stupid girl who has no brain? No guts? No nothing!
Now (as in today and tomorrow) she sits alone in her chaotic corner, and I sit in my new luxurious home...water view and all!
And to think, She never even asked for permission either.
Who's really the stupid one?
A careless redecorating idiot? Or the idiot that opened that door that let her in?
Fifty billion nerve cells, and not one single one would open its mouth?
No lip service for me, I guess.
I hope that you fared better with each devil...
I learned my lesson, I skipped town and changed my name. Now, alls I have are my fading memories of an old house with ghosts with no faces and no voices...with no significant changes as to who I have become.
m
e
As in I
A criminal, a brother, a poet, a fighter.
Life is one big metamorphosis.
Nuts, Bolts and Fists
The walls hold me
The Floor hates me
The ceiling can't contain me
...
The door is always closed
Sigh...Y?
Why are you always in this room with me?
With the walls so bland, decorated in their plain white clothes...
The floor...old, dusty, rickety and dirty!
The ceiling runs low, yielding to an endless colony of spiders and owls
and,
Well, that door...shut like a vault
Oh That door...will it ever open and show it's ugly face?
Get!!!
Get out, Get out, Get out....!
Please, before I leave you behind...or around...out to dry
In this desert heat.
Where all the Snakes and Scorpions live...
Cry, cry if you'd like...
I ain't stayin'
Nope, no I am not...
I can't, I shouldn't and I won't!
These walls will fall, this ceiling will crumble...the floor will shatter...and I swear...that I will huff and puff my fight right through your fuckin door!
You died in my dreams, drowned in my sleep, swept out to sea...swallowed whole within the ocean...
Never rescued, nor did anyone cry...no one shed a single tear.
Your prison walls, with bars overhead...and fire down below...
No windows and No Exits, just chains and anchors...
Gated to be enslaved
I break through this portal,
Released from your confinement!
Our earth shakes, ever so violently
A quake that unchained my will
Unhindered, unguarded...
Your sequestered cage disintegrates within my mind
Fleeing from a master, that never owned me
I draw my words out carefully
Sounding each with caution...
You hide, I seek...and I will find.
Free, free to laugh...just as I am to die in the sky
Floating, far...and away...
Good bye
The Floor hates me
The ceiling can't contain me
...
The door is always closed
Sigh...Y?
Why are you always in this room with me?
With the walls so bland, decorated in their plain white clothes...
The floor...old, dusty, rickety and dirty!
The ceiling runs low, yielding to an endless colony of spiders and owls
and,
Well, that door...shut like a vault
Oh That door...will it ever open and show it's ugly face?
Get!!!
Get out, Get out, Get out....!
Please, before I leave you behind...or around...out to dry
In this desert heat.
Where all the Snakes and Scorpions live...
Cry, cry if you'd like...
I ain't stayin'
Nope, no I am not...
I can't, I shouldn't and I won't!
These walls will fall, this ceiling will crumble...the floor will shatter...and I swear...that I will huff and puff my fight right through your fuckin door!
You died in my dreams, drowned in my sleep, swept out to sea...swallowed whole within the ocean...
Never rescued, nor did anyone cry...no one shed a single tear.
Your prison walls, with bars overhead...and fire down below...
No windows and No Exits, just chains and anchors...
Gated to be enslaved
I break through this portal,
Released from your confinement!
Our earth shakes, ever so violently
A quake that unchained my will
Unhindered, unguarded...
Your sequestered cage disintegrates within my mind
Fleeing from a master, that never owned me
I draw my words out carefully
Sounding each with caution...
You hide, I seek...and I will find.
Free, free to laugh...just as I am to die in the sky
Floating, far...and away...
Good bye
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Wake up before it's too late
'Ghost of Tom Joad'
by
RATM
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iqnMrynpq9U
by
RATM
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iqnMrynpq9U
"Whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy..
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries..
Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air..
Look for me ma', I'll be there
Wherever somebody's strugglin' for a place to stand..
For a decent job or a helpin' hand..
Wherever somebody is strugglin', to be free..
Look in their eyes ma, you'll see me!"
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Lowered Expectations
What's the fuss about lowering our expectations?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0CRr-q9B1eI
When is it too low?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=l3k_JvrYsAQ
FueLL
My patience is my greatest asset. It's resilient, weather resistant and emotionally omnipotent. It doesn't grow on trees, nor does it come in pill form. It holds no grudges, It heaves no hoes. It has no memory, yet it forgets nothing. It loves, it learns, it lives, it thrives...plus, It's mine...
And I do nothing S H Y of nurturing it's spirit and feeding it's lust. Satisfying its sanguine curiosity...and deviant delightful appetite....
My Walk, whether here, there or somewhere else...my road is destined to cross onto yours. I, here, in the now...patiently wait for the horizon to light our star-crossed paths.
T
I
M
E
is our companion
Journey is our fortune
m
a
k
e
Sight for my flight
The sky,
Open
Vast
Endless
....Limitless
It's ours to flourish in
Yours, mine and everything else
Is but a speck of time
In this endless climb
Through a perilous and convoluted fight
That too many have lost their way
Resisting their rip tide
I, me
Here, now
K
N
O
W
my fate and await yours
No rush, no judgement, no disclosure
Faith held my hand just long enough to watch my world fall
Faith fed my air, the growth to expand
Faith denied my devils the chance to claim my soul
Faith hath no fury,
Like a lost soul
with no fate, and even less faith
A new dawn
A new light
A new sky
A new life
A new road
A new walk
A new reward
And I do nothing S H Y of nurturing it's spirit and feeding it's lust. Satisfying its sanguine curiosity...and deviant delightful appetite....
My Walk, whether here, there or somewhere else...my road is destined to cross onto yours. I, here, in the now...patiently wait for the horizon to light our star-crossed paths.
T
I
M
E
is our companion
Journey is our fortune
m
a
k
e
Sight for my flight
The sky,
Open
Vast
Endless
....Limitless
It's ours to flourish in
Yours, mine and everything else
Is but a speck of time
In this endless climb
Through a perilous and convoluted fight
That too many have lost their way
Resisting their rip tide
I, me
Here, now
K
N
O
W
my fate and await yours
No rush, no judgement, no disclosure
Faith held my hand just long enough to watch my world fall
Faith fed my air, the growth to expand
Faith denied my devils the chance to claim my soul
Faith hath no fury,
Like a lost soul
with no fate, and even less faith
A new dawn
A new light
A new sky
A new life
A new road
A new walk
A new reward
Monday, September 8, 2014
Woman and her Lion
She saved a lion.
The lion remembered.
This is their reunion.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mPBOA2pGPFI
The lion remembered.
This is their reunion.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mPBOA2pGPFI
Friday, September 5, 2014
Gatorade for Hard Workouts
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sdmY2lGKoCU
Let's Just ask the Manager.
P.s. The Actor is Robert Belushi, son of Jim Belushi.
Let's Just ask the Manager.
P.s. The Actor is Robert Belushi, son of Jim Belushi.
Monday, September 1, 2014
Detachable Penis
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VDss8V2OME4
Inspired by an unfolding opinionated commenter who had attempted to convince me to part ways with a little something that I had grow a bit too attached too :)
Inspired by an unfolding opinionated commenter who had attempted to convince me to part ways with a little something that I had grow a bit too attached too :)
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