Q: What's the difference between women's golf and New Orleans

My apologies. I haven't wrote anything in awhile. I haven't visted anyone's blogs in awhile either. Including my own. I could say that I've been working alot or that I've been playing World of Warcraft 24-7 or something like that. But I'd be lying. Truth is, I haven't done anything. Nothing. Nothing constructive. Nothing destructive. I have done nothing but sleep, fuck, and watch TV. I've enjoyed it immensly. Especially the sleep and fuck parts. But I'm gonna try and get back to work and accomplish something. I have finished the Micheal Beard story line. Now I just have to actually write it. (shrug) But in the mean time, here's some short little rants just for the hell of it.

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Fucking Perv.
The other day I was running WinMX. Normally I browse everyone who downloads anything from me to see if they are sharing or just leeches. I don't get many people downloading from becuase I try to only have porn available when I'm downloading porn, and that seems to be what the most people want. Well, I was downloading porn. Asian porn to be exact, but I didn't know it was Asian until I had finished it. It was titled something like "Mistress van Tastos - dominatrix, rubber, humiliation." However, as I searched for other people to download it from as well, I found it under a great many different names, many of which had nothing to do with Mistress Tastos and her rubber suit. Well, one person attempted to download the file from me while I was at around 70%. So I browsed him. I was disturbed. He had 40 some files. All pornos. All with a number 3-12 followed by "yo." One in particular was "Real 8yo rape in woods. Girl cries." I wanted to vomit. Anyways. He is now on my ignore list. And he didn't get to download any porn or otherwise from me that day. Too bad I couldn't find his address or I would have tracked him down and killed him myself. I'm okay with just about anything a person can do sexually. Even if its not something that I would personally do. God knows I've done my fair share of expirementation. But pedofiles rate right up there with terrorists, rapists, Micheal Beard, and G.W. Bush. I hope the fellow dies of cancer tommarrow. I'm going to do some black magic in this cult I belong to and see if I can work some mojo or something. Maybe a plague that eats his penis form the inside out or something like that.

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Fucking Fasion.
I was shopping at Meijers the other day. They carry a lot of good clothing if you look hard enough. They also carry a lot of shit. One particular piece of shit caught my attention the other day. They were women's sweat pants, like the kind you would see on joggers or mall walkers. The ones with stripes dow the side. What was particualrily shitty about these was that they had an elastic waist band that was sewn on so that the normal sweatpantsishtype waistband folded down and the new one was visible. What so bad about that you ask? Well, they designed the upper waist band to look like a pair of men's underwear. Please tell me, what guy out there is gonna be checking out a women who looks like shes wearing a pair of mens fruit of the looms? Not me, thats for fucking sure. Take that shit back to Walmart and let the trailer trash Nascar fans by it for their wives. I'm sure they'd get off on it cuz I can't think of anybody else who is that goddamn hick.

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Fucking Bitch.
The other day, I was walking Jadyn to the bus, and noticed that our neighbors were moving out. I asked whats up and he said that they couldn't stand living here anymore with the new manager who is a total bitch. I've met the new manager. I've dealt with a lot of bitch women in my life but she is quite possibly the most rude and ignorant pile of shit, that I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. So we traded stories of how much of a stupid bitch this lady is. About 5 minutes in to the conversation, one of the park employees (who was trying to sell the house across the street to a lady) comes up to us and tells me, "He's lying." The neighbor says "what?" "You're lying. You know you're lying." "What am I lying about." "You know. You know what you're lying about. He's lying." "What is he lying about?" I asked. "He's lying. He's lying." The whole time she maintained one of those smiles that only women can pull off that show they are completely pissed off at a person yet still friendly to everyone else. Then she walked back to her '05 fully loaded SUV and drove off. Is it just me, or is that a really lousy way to make your point. If I pointed at Bush and repeatedly said he was lying (which he probably is) but never gave any information as to what he was lying about or what the truth was, I'd think people would start to believe I'm full of shit pretty quickly. I'll never understand how some women tic. Either way though, her arguement lost even more credit, when we got to the main office where the bus picks up Jadyn and one of the tenats came storming out slamming the door behind her screaming about "it's time this park gets a new fucking manager!!!" and squelled off into the distance. Someday I hope I find her tied down to a chair so that I can piss down her throat. I don't think that would solve any of my problems with her, but it would sure make my day.

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A: There's no dykes in New Orleans.