Took The Seaman Provider to the Reds game the other day….Dunn Walk Off in the 11th, three run bomb, 10 ks by Ramirez, good game. Walk through the Red’s Hall of Fame Museum…saw the retired plaques, the oldest baseball from the 1920 World Series, and the most important piece of Reds History, an authentic pair of Chris Sabo 1990 sports goggles. They ( Read more... )

Work wouldn’t be work if I employed myself ten times over. But since I must employ Ohio’s legal limit of complete retard-fuckbags-deranged-dumbasses, then yes, work is work. Seriously, if I put an apron and a hat on a pile of shit I would have a better crew. Imagine the horror, ten piles of shit, all wearing hats and aprons, ready and completely ( Read more... )

A mountain of military equipment ( Read more... )

I watched XXX, that is to say I watched X3, and if by X3 I mean X-Men III then I fucking mean Robert damnit use your fucking brains and figure it fucking out. Robert! Seriously, great threequel. The Grape returns and is a total fucking bitch (imagine that, a Grape being a bitch. The Grape doesn’t fall far from the tree, or the vine, or from the ( Read more... )

But I am drunk. Fuck that thief. Fucking bastard ass mother fucker. I'll give that fucking cunt a drive by and see his ass laid out on the front lawn I don't give a shit.

Okay, I'm going to go run around the streets yelling about the brittish and get myself thrown in jail.

Robert Damnit the Redcoats are here!!!

Here is it, simply put, I have been stolen from for the past six months from my store. Someone I trusted. Over a thousand bones….four hundred bones while I was on vacation (and I gave this fucker a bill (that’s a hundred for all you none hoodified brothers from another mother (I’m not your fucking brother from another mother you fucking asshole ( Read more... )

You kids with your blurb blog iPod craziness. I can’t figure out a damn thing on these Internet. Not only do I feel like my father, I am no longer in style and up to date. Damn I suck, but not in the way that ends with your pretty face either ( Read more... )

Even with twenty-five million I’d still be unhappy. Why? Because there are still those with fifty million who are undeserving ( Read more... )

Rest your trigger on my finger.

Beyond this certainty is what can only be described as beautiful broken glass, radiating from a single bullet.