Friday Fun Time!

In the past I would scower the internet, finding the funniest videos on YouTube, or ridiculous stories. But as it turns out, I still lack the motivation I once had. That and it is only 10:15 a.m. and I just got up a half an hour ago. I would normally be at this from 6 a.m. until around noon or 1 then typing this amazing blog!

But have no fear! I will still offer you content worth viewing! And I will begin by re-hashing two funny videos I watched again this past week.


CAT GIRL! Classic.
But the Cat Girl seems to be busted. Though this next video isn't very funny, well it is down right lame. But at the very end they show how they actually busted the video as a fake. It really isn't worth watching, but I'll post it if you care to put yourself through that. Because I did so you should to.




Moving on....


"I will give you what you need, all I want is your big fat seed." I could never come up with content like that. Samwell, you are a genius.

Now this video isn't funny at all, but pretty interesting. I use to work with Bryan. Hell I use to pretty much be his private videogrpher. Buy I did not do this video. A cool guy I use to work with named Tim did this video recently.



I will add, I have seen Bryan do some much crazier stuff just to get around. He is an awesome guy.

Now back to the funny.

The tubes do not seem to be offering the kind of hilarity they once did. People just can't compare to a kid stoned from the dentist or big fat seeds. But this is pretty funny.



I mean, who doesn't like to see snowmen get hit by trains. If you don't like that sort of thing, move to Canada. They trample them with moose's. Or men pretending to be snowmen.

I leave you with this one for the day. This seems to be the saving grace of Friday Fun Time.



That is all, carry on.

Man with Three Toes

OK, so this is not going to be about a man with three toes. But I figured the title may draw you in. But I in fact have nothing to talk about. Then why I am writing a blog you ask? Because, when has me having nothing to talk about stopped me from writing a blog.

I figure if I ramble on long enough I will have something I can go off on. See it came to me, and it is pretty flipping clear now. Why did I not lead off with this. My road!

At approximately 7:45 a.m. on the morning of February 14, 2012 I awoke to my whole house shaking. In a fit of fear and rage, I rush to the window. The sight I see is both WHORE-ifying, and angering!

Sidebar: Can you tell, if you didn't already know, I do not like Lady Gaga or Nicki Minaj?

There is a construction crew tearing up my road....again! Last summer as I was forced to night shift, I had to sleep in the day. OK, I can sleep just about anywhere at any time. Hell I once fell asleep in a bar when I was playing roadie for a shitty local band. But last summer, heavy machinery won out when they tore my road up to put in new water mains. Then tore my road up again after the road patch sank down. Then tore my road up again to pave it. Then tore it up some more just to piss me off. Then they paved my road. Then they began to tear up spots of the freshly paved road.

Now they are at it again. Directly across the street from my house. So at approximately 7:45 a.m. on the morning of February 14, 2012 I was awoken to my house shaking from heavy machinery, again. Now I am awake, and I know I will be tired as hell the rest of the day. I will probably get called for OT tonight because I am tired. But that's OK, I like OT.

I also like to TYPE letters in CAPS.

So now I am not sure Amy will be able to get her car out of the drive way, if they are still there at 1:30. And they have their dump truck parked right next to my car. So these shit birds may be getting sued and paying for a new paint job.

The view from my front door:

In other news, Amy's brother shared this video with me this morning and I liked it so much I thought I would return the favor and share it all with you.

Brilliant! Reminds me of Oliver. He always tries to sit some place that is far to small for him. It is kind of endearing.

OK, I am far from to tired. I am either going to A) try and fall back asleep OR 2) drink a lot of coffee and see what happens. I am leaning more toward option 2 at the moment.

That is all, carry on.

Sex machine.

The first photo of Amy was better, but fucking blogger sent me a message and my shitty phone didn't save the photo. Thank you for the run on.

DO NOT EAT AT McDONALDS!

McDonald's recently released a new radio ad. You may or may not have already head it. If not, here you go.


I am among many people who are outraged. Here is an email I sent to their marketing department:

"Your ad for your new chicken bites is offensive. It also goes past offensive into defamatory and false advertising. Did your marketing department even bother to fact check before you ran
such an outrageous ad? You are trying to tell me that the pit bull that sleeps in my bed every
night, the dog that has shown me more love and compassion than any other bread of dog, the
dog that turned my dog hating fiance into a dog lover, is inherently bad for me, and you
preservative packed, fat fill FRIED new chicken bites are good and safe for me. Your 24 hour
drive through was the main reason I ate your food. After a long day of work, and not
getting home until after midnight, food options are limited. McDonald's is close, cheap and
some times fast. You can now add at least 2 more people to the list of customers you lost.
I will spread the word, as word of mouth still commands listeners in this day and age. 2 turns
into 4, 4 to 8, 8 to 16.... You get the point. Not good during a slow economic recovery to be
losing customers like that. Now my family (my pit bull is included in that) will no longer
stop by the Golden arches on a road trip, or after a long day of work. We will take next exit,
go to Burger King, Wendy's, or I'll take the long way home and go to Sheetz after work. All
because your company finds it OK to perpetuate false stereotypes. By the way, pit bulls where
once the mascot to the USMC, and are referred to as the "Nanny Dog" and are trusted to
look over children."

That is along the same lines of the phone call I had with them earlier as well. There is also a Facebook page now dedicated to the people who are angry with this ad. Here is the photo I saw last night that got my engine revved up.

I searched the radio on my ride home from work last night trying to hear the ad, but at midnight, there are not very many radio ads playing. When I got home I looked to no avail to find the ad again. This morning I found he above ad posted on Saveabull.com. If you click that blue link there, you will go right to the page about the story. You can see McDonald's weak apology for offending their "customers."

I for one, will no longer eat at McDonald. I ask you to do the same. Please boycott McDonald's. If you want to eat fast food, there are plenty of other options out there.

The contact information for you to voice your concerns to McDonald's are as fallows:

1-800-244-6227
or
Marketing & Advertising

That is all, carry on.

There's Shit Everywhere!

Ok, while it wasn't that bad this time, it still isn't very pleasant to walk down stairs and see poop in your basement floor. Got it fixed and cleaned up lickety split. All without actually licking anything.

If you are confused, here is a quick synapses. roots in mainlines= bad things. Roto-Rooter = expensive, but damn good at what they do. Also a one year warranty on their work. So this time it cost me nothing!

In other news, I am not wearing any pants right now. Why you ask? Here I am considering stopping to let your mind wonder. Let you get that mental image of me without any pants on. Now, you may or may now know what I look like, so this image could be fairly mild or it could be vastly out of control. I'll let you decide.

Ok, I will tell you the real reason. The dog jumped on me this morning and got my favorite PJ's all muddy. I know, the reason why isn't as good as the wondering what I look like without any pants on now is it?

Ok. the morning is getting on, and I need to watch last nights episode of The Jersey Shore. No matter how shitty I think my life is, I watch that show and I feel awesome about myself. I mean, you have to feel good about yourself after seeing that debacle unfold. Unless you are a "Guido" that is. Then I am sorry you suck so hard at life. Maybe you'll get it right next time.



That is all, carry on.