Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson walk into a bar…
…and the bartender didn’t say anything because he had died from a punch line overdose.
The Tao of Bob
I have discovered over the past few days that I have no desire to write. I’ve thought about it and I suppose I usually write something to you when I’m either upset/bothered/angry/peeved/ about something or if I’m trying to extract some measure of reaction from you through humor.
Lately though…I don’t care. I really and truly don’t care.
I wrote a whole big long thing about the whys and wherefors, but then I decided that I don’t need to explain myself to you.
You should just be happy that I’m finally happy…
…and if you’re not, I don’t care.
Lately though…I don’t care. I really and truly don’t care.
I wrote a whole big long thing about the whys and wherefors, but then I decided that I don’t need to explain myself to you.
You should just be happy that I’m finally happy…
…and if you’re not, I don’t care.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Merry Baby Daddy Day
Hello Faithful Few.
Well I made it back last night about 1 AM. Just to give you a little (very little) insight into my week, I twisted my back to the point that I can barely bend at the waist, my left forearm is completely bruised up and I lost ten pounds in five days. Goddamn but I love combat training!
I’m going to spend the rest of the day with the family doing absolutely nothing.
Peace. (Not really...job security and all)
Well I made it back last night about 1 AM. Just to give you a little (very little) insight into my week, I twisted my back to the point that I can barely bend at the waist, my left forearm is completely bruised up and I lost ten pounds in five days. Goddamn but I love combat training!
I’m going to spend the rest of the day with the family doing absolutely nothing.
Peace. (Not really...job security and all)
Saturday, June 13, 2009
No Rule 5 this week
I had a fuckin' sweet Stanley Cup Champion Pittsburgh Penguins rule 5
post all lined up with multiple supple, tan, daddy-issue-having, semi-
nude Pens fans, but verizon is determined to make me it's bitch by
fucking up my Internet connection and therefore reducing me to writing
this incredible long and ultimately pointless sentence from my iPhone.
post all lined up with multiple supple, tan, daddy-issue-having, semi-
nude Pens fans, but verizon is determined to make me it's bitch by
fucking up my Internet connection and therefore reducing me to writing
this incredible long and ultimately pointless sentence from my iPhone.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Busy, Busy, Busy
Posting may be sporadic, if not nonexistent, for the next week and a half or so on account of I got some work shit brewing. You know how the GWOT is making us all millionaires?
Now that I think about it, it’s not GWOT anymore is it? It’s OCO.
Hmmmm...I’m not too sure about that one. Sounds too much like EIEIO.
So in the words of the one of the greatest public speakers of our time...
"No sir. I don’t like it."
Just remember, if we ever actually attained world peace, my only job would be taking rice to families with 15 children that are too weak to move out of the fucking desert, but apparently not so hungry that they can’t keep shitting out kids.
Now that I think about it, it’s not GWOT anymore is it? It’s OCO.
Hmmmm...I’m not too sure about that one. Sounds too much like EIEIO.
So in the words of the one of the greatest public speakers of our time...
"No sir. I don’t like it."
Just remember, if we ever actually attained world peace, my only job would be taking rice to families with 15 children that are too weak to move out of the fucking desert, but apparently not so hungry that they can’t keep shitting out kids.
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