A new race.

Well, I'm currently at a pause in the sex games list as there has come to my attention a new runner for the top three, which caused some moving around and the elimination of one. I just haven't decided what will go where yet. But as soon as I do, I'll contiue posting them.

Today is the Saturday before the 4th of July and after Canada Day (July 1st). Here in Port Huron both holidays are celebrated pretty much simultaniously with grand fireworks shows every night put on by one side or the other across Lake Huron near the Blue Water Bridge. Truthfully, I could care less about fireworks then I do about poop. At least poop can be funny. Fireworks are just lame explosives that couldn't cut it in the real world of high tech demolition and wear forced to spend their meager lives on gas station shelves being sold for prices ending in ".99". My wife loves these retarded versions of the real things yet I refuse to buy them. My kids don't seem to be that big into them either so at least I'm not the only inteligent one in the family.

A few people we know, travel to Ohio each year to spend thousands of dollars on slightly bigger versions of the same defunct sparklers. Most of these people don't have a pot to piss in, yet every year they manage to spend a few grand on a credit card to get a 15 minute light show. I don't have a pot to piss in either as most of my master bathroom is lying in a crumpled heap in my front lawn at the moment. And any extra money I can scrounge up is going into repairing that as I'm getting sick of watching my indoor house cat make regular trips outside through the floor.

I can't relate to these people. We've all seen them. They're the ones who live in beat to shit trailers with three or four cars in broken down in there front lawns and usually have a pair of brand new mint condition jet skis or snowmobiles parked in their garage. If you are one of these people I hope this offends you. I understand hobbies. I understand people wanting to own a four wheeler or a horse or whatever. While I don't own any of those types of expensive toys, I can understand why people would spend shit loads of money on them and neglect everything else. Spending shit loads of money on fireworks though? I can't relate to that. While an ATV can be used over and over again, a firework gets used once if your lucky and it's not a dud. It's the economical equivilant of a homeless begger spending the money he earned all day on a spoonful of caviar. Though at least the begger would be eating something so I guess it's really even worse then that. Maybe like a homeless guy buying a set of speakers to go with the radio he doesn't have in the house that doesn't exist. Due to previous experiences with these types of people (and my inherent hatrid for the place), I have decided to call this offshoot race "the Wal-Martyrs."

My mother is a Wal-Martyr. Though she doesn't buy fireworks, she still fits the bill. She makes a very healthy living from a divorce settlement, works two jobs, yet for the important mudane everyday bills she is always broke. But if she needs to spend a couple grand for a canoe trip, shes gone in a flash. I keep thinking I'm turning into my father the more I bitch about this. He's always bitching about people who don't work 24-7. The man has no life and will probably die of a heart attack before he reaches 60. Ah fuck it... ya'll can spend your money on colorful ammunition. Just for god sakes, take a shower will ya. And maybe wash your socks while your in there. They stink. Really bad. I mean it. REALLY BAD. I'm gonna go and eat my ice cream and maybe play some World of Warcraft. Peace out yo.

btw. I don't wear socks unless I have to. Socks are for pussys.