If I were able to control society, I would make lying a more serious offense, and not just lying under oath. I mean lying for gain ( Read more... )

* When it comes to rap and R&B, apparently the only word in the English language, or in Ebonics for that matter, that rhymes with party is Bacardi. Now I understand that having Bacardi makes a good party, but can you not find another word, please? How about tardy? As in "My boys are out at the party. Best believe I ain't gon' be tardy". I tried ( Read more... )

Things actually heard during a colonoscopy ( Read more... )

I took Spanish throughout high school and for a year in college so French-speaking types please help me out here ( Read more... )

Ok, I don't normally speak on issues of a political nature, mostly because I don't see myself as political. I don't see myself as either Democrat or Republican (the child in me almost stooped to writing Democrap and Repooplican...sheesh grow up Dave ( Read more... )

I'm not up on my French, I assume I spelled it almost right ( Read more... )

So after the remnants of Tropical Storm Cindy wiped out my power, and my ability to work, I decided to take the old battery powered radio and set it next to the bed. I wake up this morning to the sounds of Dave FM (92.9 on the FM dial here in Atlanta), and their morning show. They were discussing an article on USA Today's website that listed the ( Read more... )

- Just trying to update this with my new pda cell phone. Yes, I am a dork.

- Painting sucks. I'm ready to just slap up some newspaper and say the hell with it.

- Oh yeah, and I'm still married. And you said it wouldn't last, jerks!

That is all for now. What do you expect, another gem like "Purpley Clusterfuck"? Greedy Bastards.

This might wind up being my new way to keep this updated...or it might just be another of my failed experiments. Either way, it killed a few minutes, and gave me a break from hearing Gwen Stefani during the course of my work ( Read more... )

Well folks, it has happened. I got hitched Saturday to my beautiful new bride Heidi. The week leading up to the big day kinda sucked, what with AirTran not having a space to hang Heidi's dress up, the Rushville clerk giving Heidi a heart attack by telling us we were supposed to get our license in Georgia (which was horsedookie), and of course the ( Read more... )