If you don't like profanity, then STOP reading this now!
I feel like venting, because today was way too long, and I dislike baseball. All the players that want to go on strike because they don't get paid enough, I've got a big FUCK YOU, with a side of fuck you. Oh, and for dessert, some FUCK YOU. Fuck you you greedy mother fuckers! Think of all the hard-working people that don't get paid a fucking fraction of what you fucking guys get payed for playing a fucking sport that "common folk" play for the love of the game. I feel sorry for all MLB fans, because most, not all, of their heroes are a bunch of fucking fuckheads. That's it, sorry for the swearing.
I feel like venting, because today was way too long, and I dislike baseball. All the players that want to go on strike because they don't get paid enough, I've got a big FUCK YOU, with a side of fuck you. Oh, and for dessert, some FUCK YOU. Fuck you you greedy mother fuckers! Think of all the hard-working people that don't get paid a fucking fraction of what you fucking guys get payed for playing a fucking sport that "common folk" play for the love of the game. I feel sorry for all MLB fans, because most, not all, of their heroes are a bunch of fucking fuckheads. That's it, sorry for the swearing.
The other day, I was watching one of my all-time favorite cartoons, The Flintstones. It was the episode where the Rubbles and Flintstones go camping in the "secret" Shangri-La-De-Da Valley, and it just so happens that the big boy scout jamboree is happening there at the same time. I had a couple funny thoughts while watching, that I'd like to share. One is that it was one of the "re-mastered" episodes, where they edited in laughing as if the show was taped in front of a live studio audience. At times I wasn't sure if I was laughing at the show, or the ridiculous times that the so called audience laughed. Another funny thing I noticed was the HUGE, but hilarious, stereotypes they portrayed when the troups from the different continents sang Old MacDonald. The asians have lines for eyes, the mexicans all wear sombreros, and the dutch all have little dutchy looking caps, and wooden shoes on. What happened to the days when we could poke fun at different cultures without any deep-seeded hatred behind it. If a cartoon nowadays were to display that kind of stereotyping, I'm sure it would cause an uproar and bring about a few lawsuits.
On a different note, when the Flintstones ended, Spongebob came on and let me enjoy a cartoon that requires zero brain activity. Nice.
On a different note, when the Flintstones ended, Spongebob came on and let me enjoy a cartoon that requires zero brain activity. Nice.
I'm not sure why I thought of this, and I'm sure nobody will care, but how guilty was O.J.. I mean, seriously, think about it. Shit.
Do people with mullets actually think it looks good, or are they in it for attention? Also, I would like to beat John Cougar Mellencamp and Bruce Springsteen to within an inch of their life with a wet noodle. Don't ask.
I came out of the grocery store today, and unloaded my "healthy" (whole wheat bread and Special K) groceries, when a strange thing happened. I was returning my cart to the store entrance, like the good citizen I am, when all of a sudden the "cart jockey" comes springing out of nowhere and rips the cart from my hands. Well, maybe he didn't rip it out of my hands, but he took it without saying anything! This led me to think, what do these cart jockeys do all day? Do they just sit inside, and wait for the carts to build up? Or do they hide amongst the cars, waiting to snatch up any singled-out carts with ninja-like speed? Next time you're at the grocery store, look for a cart jockey inside. I'm almost willing to bet that the only time you'll see them is with a cart in their hand.
So I've been checking out the blogs of various people, and it looks like a good place to expel some "vociferations" as Plewy likes to call them. I do have a lot of time to think in Weyburn, so be warned, things could get wierd. But I guess that's really what blog's are for, right?
