I felt like posting for all those "fathers" that never were. There are fathers, dads and sperm donors and being the latter isn't always by choice. I had my first daughter by the time I was 16 and to be truthful it wasn't by choice other than the fact I chose to have sex. Her mother was 22 years old and got exactly what she wanted and at the time I didn't really understand the implications that would have on me over the years. The next time I became a father I was still to young, to stupid and again put in a position to either marry a woman with a right hook and be a father or walk away. People judge me all the time about those two instances, say what you will but this is my life and these are the steps I've made. So after the first two daughters I had been a donor for, I ended up finding my love, or so I thought. This new love of mine had a daughter already, she was just about to turn 2 when I fell in love with her and her mother and three years later I gave her a little sister. So here I was 10 years later with two more daughters to add to my brood and what happens? Since you don't know I'll tell you, she (the "love") decided she was done with me and found another. Time goes on and we learn. What I've learned after all this time, fathers aren't nearly as important as mothers. Single mothers are en-vogue, cool or even in some cases super heros because they are the provider. Mothers have found out how to get the respect they have demanded for all these generations, by getting rid of those that shared their glory, praise and child's love.
I make this point on fathers day because it has taken a few for me to realize what has happened. I took years for me to see what the agenda was. What the movement of mothers around the world were doing. In my case I was replaced by a fatter, balder and younger version of a man. Is he going to get all the glory? NO! He'll have his time soon enough but he won't get the glory with my children because he wasn't their sperm donor. He isn't their person to blame, I am. So here I sit on fathers day thinking of the children I brought in to this world who have only been in this world for a few minutes and have already judged me.
Incompetent, Inept, Stupid, Cold, Asshole, Looser, Bastard, Sperm Donor and worst of all by my first name. When your children call you by your first name and officially take away the title of "father" or "dad" that's when you realize you hit rock bottom. I failed with women no matter my age or theirs and that's a pain that never seems to go away.
Happy father's day to all those that aren't, can't be, used to be or had been even if for a moment.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Not a significant story
I freaked out yesterday, I realized that this blog is attached to my social sites and if anyone I know happens across this page they will be filling in a lot of blanks and I don't think I want that so now I have to spend time covering my anchovies. Now that that's out of the way I have to admit this, blogging sucks. Not because I don't have a voice, not because I don't have time or because I have nothing to say but simply because I have no audience. I seem to do better in crowds, I get a feel of the scene and whip out the best stories but here, writing blind has been terrible.
I understand I won't get people to read if it's just ramblings of an old man but they do! People read some of the strangest shit and I must confess I'm one of them but even those people won't read my posts. So what's a guy to do?
ANSWER: (Flip Bird)
Now, I was sitting outside of my favorite barber shop down the street. I'm waiting for my hair stylist to finish up with her customer and while I don't normally wait long, this day I was in bad need of a haircut so I was there till the job was done. As I'm standing there smoking and people watching, I hear a truck rev up its engine, squeal its tires and lunge at some guy walking in the parking lot. When I focused in on the action I saw a good sized man jump out of the truck and the toothpick of a man that was almost a speed bump immediately threw up his hands backing away from the driver yelling "I thought you were someone else, I’m sorry, seriously man, I'm not lying!" Then the toothpick runs away from the truck down the sidewalk in front of the little strip mall I was standing in front of. The Chihuahua driving the big toy (He was like a little dog, sounded scary but never did a damn thing and he was driving a Tundra) then guns the engine again around some cars and quickly followed the toothpick around the building. No sooner than the truck made it around the corner the toothpick came right back around the corner and then ran towards the fast food places at the end of the parking lot. At this point I lost sight of the skinny guy running around and the truck seemed to back off but what really eats at me about this whole event is that I never get to know the story behind it all. I don't know if the skinny guy was some sort of psycho and slapped the drivers’ girlfriend or his mom, who knows. So I'm stuck with an incomplete story.
That story has been rattling around in my head for almost a week now and it's driving me crazy. So I decided to write and give an ending to the partial one I witnessed. Isn't this the same way the magazine The Enquirer was invented?
Setup: Skinny guy will now be known as "Shaggy" (he did look a little like the Latin version of shaggy, so it's not too much of a stretch.)The all bark and no bite driver will be known as "Kim ill" because he was a short thick dude with big sunglasses, though he was Latino too.
Story: Shaggy is sitting on his couch in his apartment just hanging out watching cartoon network on a Tuesday afternoon when he gets a craving for some pizza. He's not sure but he thinks his neighbor is sleeping with his mom because for some reason when he sees his neighbor in passing the guy calls him "son" every single time and he always laughs before saying the word son. So for the past year he has been sneaking out of his apartment. Once he's clear of his apartment and in the grocery store parking lot he realizes he's forgotten what he needed to buy so he goes inside. He notices immediately that every grocery store he's ever been into has had the produce on the right side of the store. He headed straight towards the bakery to see if there are any free samples from the deli, bakery or Chinese short cook. He makes it through half of the store when he finds himself in the frozen foods section, he only realizes this because in his rush he only had on a t-shirt, shorts, socks and slip on sandals or pretty much what he slept in last night. So now he makes his way outside to warm up and he sees his buddy drive by in a new truck so he follows him on foot. His buddy didn't notice him walking in the parking lot so Shaggy comes up with an idea and after a few minutes of belly ripping laughter he strolls up to his buddy's truck and waits. A few minutes later he catches his friend heading straight to his truck so Shaggy jumps into action. He turns his back to his buddy and makes sure the guy can see he's between the vehicles but not be able to see his face. By the time Kim Ill makes his way out to the parking lot he sees some scrawny crack head looking guy on the other side of his truck and he's giggling uncontrollably. As confused as he could be Kim peaked his head around his truck, to his horror he realizes that this random crack head his pissing all over his door and apparently on himself too. After Kim catches a good deep breath he screams "What the?!" Shaggy quickly shuts off the water works and drops his tool back in his pajama bottoms and skipped off laughing hysterically. Once Kim finishes surveying the scene and making sure that idiot didn't do something a bit more serious to his truck he then turned his gaze back towards Shaggy who had run between a few rows over. Without thinking too much about it Kim rips his truck door open, the air rocketed straight into his nostrils, piss. If there was a graphic representation of Kim's mind it would have been nuclear. Kim cranks up his truck and floors it, he's going to make a speed bump out of this slacker loser. Shaggy has to stop after a few rows of cars between the running and laughing this is the most exercise his tummy has seen since childhood. He turns around looking for his buddy when he heard the squealing tires, then he feels it. Kim knows Shaggy hasn't seen him yet, oddly enough Shaggy seems to be staring at where Kim was parked. Kim realizes that Shaggy won't even move a little and he's scared of going to jail so he slams on the breaks and jumps out of the truck. Shaggy ripped his head around to see the truck come to a stop and when the truck door slammed shut he didn't recognize the guy driving, holy hell, his brain was suddenly frozen in fear so he takes off running. An hour later shaggy realized that there are a lot more Toyota Tundra's in his neighborhood than he ever imagined.
This is what I do, while you guys are at work, being productive. I wonder what your story is, can you tell it?
I understand I won't get people to read if it's just ramblings of an old man but they do! People read some of the strangest shit and I must confess I'm one of them but even those people won't read my posts. So what's a guy to do?
ANSWER: (Flip Bird)
Now, I was sitting outside of my favorite barber shop down the street. I'm waiting for my hair stylist to finish up with her customer and while I don't normally wait long, this day I was in bad need of a haircut so I was there till the job was done. As I'm standing there smoking and people watching, I hear a truck rev up its engine, squeal its tires and lunge at some guy walking in the parking lot. When I focused in on the action I saw a good sized man jump out of the truck and the toothpick of a man that was almost a speed bump immediately threw up his hands backing away from the driver yelling "I thought you were someone else, I’m sorry, seriously man, I'm not lying!" Then the toothpick runs away from the truck down the sidewalk in front of the little strip mall I was standing in front of. The Chihuahua driving the big toy (He was like a little dog, sounded scary but never did a damn thing and he was driving a Tundra) then guns the engine again around some cars and quickly followed the toothpick around the building. No sooner than the truck made it around the corner the toothpick came right back around the corner and then ran towards the fast food places at the end of the parking lot. At this point I lost sight of the skinny guy running around and the truck seemed to back off but what really eats at me about this whole event is that I never get to know the story behind it all. I don't know if the skinny guy was some sort of psycho and slapped the drivers’ girlfriend or his mom, who knows. So I'm stuck with an incomplete story.
That story has been rattling around in my head for almost a week now and it's driving me crazy. So I decided to write and give an ending to the partial one I witnessed. Isn't this the same way the magazine The Enquirer was invented?
Setup: Skinny guy will now be known as "Shaggy" (he did look a little like the Latin version of shaggy, so it's not too much of a stretch.)The all bark and no bite driver will be known as "Kim ill" because he was a short thick dude with big sunglasses, though he was Latino too.
Story: Shaggy is sitting on his couch in his apartment just hanging out watching cartoon network on a Tuesday afternoon when he gets a craving for some pizza. He's not sure but he thinks his neighbor is sleeping with his mom because for some reason when he sees his neighbor in passing the guy calls him "son" every single time and he always laughs before saying the word son. So for the past year he has been sneaking out of his apartment. Once he's clear of his apartment and in the grocery store parking lot he realizes he's forgotten what he needed to buy so he goes inside. He notices immediately that every grocery store he's ever been into has had the produce on the right side of the store. He headed straight towards the bakery to see if there are any free samples from the deli, bakery or Chinese short cook. He makes it through half of the store when he finds himself in the frozen foods section, he only realizes this because in his rush he only had on a t-shirt, shorts, socks and slip on sandals or pretty much what he slept in last night. So now he makes his way outside to warm up and he sees his buddy drive by in a new truck so he follows him on foot. His buddy didn't notice him walking in the parking lot so Shaggy comes up with an idea and after a few minutes of belly ripping laughter he strolls up to his buddy's truck and waits. A few minutes later he catches his friend heading straight to his truck so Shaggy jumps into action. He turns his back to his buddy and makes sure the guy can see he's between the vehicles but not be able to see his face. By the time Kim Ill makes his way out to the parking lot he sees some scrawny crack head looking guy on the other side of his truck and he's giggling uncontrollably. As confused as he could be Kim peaked his head around his truck, to his horror he realizes that this random crack head his pissing all over his door and apparently on himself too. After Kim catches a good deep breath he screams "What the?!" Shaggy quickly shuts off the water works and drops his tool back in his pajama bottoms and skipped off laughing hysterically. Once Kim finishes surveying the scene and making sure that idiot didn't do something a bit more serious to his truck he then turned his gaze back towards Shaggy who had run between a few rows over. Without thinking too much about it Kim rips his truck door open, the air rocketed straight into his nostrils, piss. If there was a graphic representation of Kim's mind it would have been nuclear. Kim cranks up his truck and floors it, he's going to make a speed bump out of this slacker loser. Shaggy has to stop after a few rows of cars between the running and laughing this is the most exercise his tummy has seen since childhood. He turns around looking for his buddy when he heard the squealing tires, then he feels it. Kim knows Shaggy hasn't seen him yet, oddly enough Shaggy seems to be staring at where Kim was parked. Kim realizes that Shaggy won't even move a little and he's scared of going to jail so he slams on the breaks and jumps out of the truck. Shaggy ripped his head around to see the truck come to a stop and when the truck door slammed shut he didn't recognize the guy driving, holy hell, his brain was suddenly frozen in fear so he takes off running. An hour later shaggy realized that there are a lot more Toyota Tundra's in his neighborhood than he ever imagined.
This is what I do, while you guys are at work, being productive. I wonder what your story is, can you tell it?
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Am I all over the map?
What's up PRIDE!?! Just wanted to post a quick note explaining the direction of my mixed up blog. When I started this blog I thought I would just write about myself and experiences I had. Then after I got it up, I noticed I started venting instead. So I think this blog will end up being more of a story board than anything. So for those of you who don't know what a story board is i'll enlighten you. A story board is a blog/list of short stories that may or may not have anything to do with anything or each other. I am from Texas so some of my stories may be regional in scale but they will all have some national value but either way they are all entertaining. This blog has started out thus far as a soap box for me to vent, brag, or entertaining stories for the world to read so when you can't tell what direction i'm going then rest assured neither can I. Read on...
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Who are you Johnny Football?
Ok pride listen up because I have a random life lesson to hash out. Sometime mid to late summer of 2012 a man by the name of Kevin Sumlin choose a scrawny kid from the hill country of south Texas to be the starting quarterback for the Texas A&M Aggies, this choice will prove to be the tipping point of Coach Sumlins career in my personal (and not even a little professional) opinion. The young man in question is none other than Johnny "Football" Manziel and this guy has talent. To put it in perspective for those of you that have no idea who Johnny "Football" is and you don't live under a rock, he is the first person in history to have one the Heisman Trophy as a freshman in college. For part time football fans that may not follow awards like full blown die hard football fans, name off every football player you have ever heard of. Done? Now think about this, none of the people you thought of ever won the same award when they were freshmen, none of those people were from Kerrville Texas, and none of them did the impossible in a division that considers it's self to be the ivy league of football schools. Who is Johnny Football, who is this new shinning star in the great state of Texas? Who is the man that will represent all Texans as his career takes off?
I don't think I have a snowballs chance in Mexico to explain who Johnny Football is because all I know about him is what I have read, heard, or seen on T.V so what I say here is purely rhetoric that's been stirred around my very spacious meat head. As I see it from where I stand Johnny Football is a persona created by fans/family of Johnny Manziel.
Johnny Football is the guy that looks good, has an super hot girlfriend, and is a very talented football quarterback. Johnny Football will end up much like Broadway Joe, remember him? Oh everyone loved Broadway Joe but they loved him cause he was right, had he been wrong, history would have written him more like the fool than the savior. I was always told that there is a thin line between genius and stupidity, and our friend Johnny Football will show us in the years to come which he is. I get that he's young and suddenly in the spotlight which if you follow pop culture only one of two things happen.
Either Johnny fails to have as good or better year than his freshman season at Texas A&M and is totally killed by the national media and forgotten two weeks later. Or the other option which is Johnny "Football" will continue with his success and be drafted 1st overall pick in the 2014 NFL Draft. Now since I don't believe in fairy tales coming true right before my eyes so what happens in the NFL, i'd hate to take a shot and then have to wipe egg off my face a few years later. I did try that once and I the great RW and VY embarrassed my predictions. I do believe that Manziel is a damn good quarterback and I do see him succeeding in the SEC or any other conference for that matter because his coach (Sumlin) believes in him and has built, trained, and orchestrated the team to give all the power to the quarterback. When any player has a coach that believes in them and then does everything in his power to make them successful, if they are as special as "The Kerrville Kid," they can't help but succeed. Now, at this point in Johnny Football's fifteen minutes of fame, he is just getting settled in because once he won the Heisman trophy he extended the zoom on the lens of the world and in the wild world of sports that kind of exposure doesn't wear off quickly. Just ask Ryan Leaf, Tanya Harding, and a few dozen other flamed sports figures. The difference between this group and the A&M standout is that he will excel with class and maturity and if he was to fail he would fail the same way he excelled. I have seen the pictures of him flashing the money and I've also seen the show boating with the guys from dudeperfect.com and neither of these things make me feel any less proud that he is a fellow Texan.
The old white haired folks that used to direct the way the country went are no longer the moral standard considering all the fraud, cheating, and many other scandalous affairs infecting our governments, churches, and neighborhoods. Johnny Manziel may not be the quiet but confident Peyton Manning but he'll never be a Mike Vick in my "so-not-professional" opinion he will be in the middle. He may show how much fun he's actually having but how can he not, he wasn't even expected to be a starter much less a record setting Heisman Trophy winner. If this is his fantasy life then let him live it up a little because in the rough world of professional athletics, it doesn't take much to loose it all so enjoy what you have in life while you have it.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
My First Post
I should have been more honest with my very first posting but I didn't have the hang of it yet. While I'm not completely sold that I really have any hang of any damn thing, I will try to be more straight forward. Seeing the entire world is my audience, I must help you get to know me and I suggest you sit back have a drink and relax because this will be an interesting read.
I will open the box that is the epitome of Pandora and the twisted in sister, my life as it happened. We won't do the stereotypical childhood shit, we will go straight to the beginning of my children's childhood. My life before children in no way prepared me for a life with them. The answer to a child's question about life should come from an adult and that's not until your 30 (if your a man) so what happens when you start having kids at 16? Well the answer to that is what this blog is all about. If you still don't get why you should continue to read this blog then I will spell it out for you. You will continue to read this blog because you don't know me, but you want to know me because I am the guy that tells the story. I make some completely random choices in life and very strange things happen to me so I'm sure this blog will be great reading. The entire point of life in my humble opinion is relationships. The contact we have with other living beings is " life " and this blog is a short summary of my view of life.
So since we are starting at my teenage years you must first understand that by the time I was 16 I had attended 7 funerals and most of those were close family to include my father. The loss of my father and moving five hours away from what little family i had left made me feel alone and looking for love to fill the holes in my heart. This need to replace the love that I had lost in my family had me more interested in relationships than ever so I was very sexually active. By the time I met Jennifer ( I was 15 ) I had already been intimate with 15 or so women all ranging in age from 14 to 18 so she wasn't the only "adult" just the oldest and first big girl I hooked up with. Now by "big" I mean she was bigger than me but small enough to stay active in the Air Force. So size wise she was 5'8" at 170lbs I'd guess. I only weighed 150lbs at 5'10" so I wouldn't say she was real big but she wasn't the smallest pea in the pod.
Jennifer wasn't the hottest woman no matter the size but she was the magic age of 21. I sold my sex, seed, and the first slice of my soul for free alcohol. What the fuck was I thinking? Now I can get all the alcohol I can drink and only get laid when I apologize for everything I had done since the last time I had sex and this routine can take up a good part of a month. But here I am a fifteen year old horny boy that is being given all the perks of being an adult with out any of the responsibility or consequences. This woman would do everything I asked, why would I have stopped? Since she was so giving and only asked for sex in return, I was an easy sell. What I didn't know then was she had planned on pulling the "trap" on me. The "trap" is what guys call a woman that gets pregnant as a way to keep a man. Minus the whole pregnancy thing, this is every mans dream. I thought I was living the life! Hell the more I think about it the more jealous I am of the younger me. My only question is, how come I didn't use a condom? Why did I listen to that woman? What did I think caused the baby "virus?" Jennifer was in control to be honest because she told me she was catholic and practice the rhythm method. This is the method that follows a woman's menstrual cycle. I couldn't explain it then and I can't explain it now. Jennifer knew she wanted a child and not just in bed, she wanted a baby. After she pulled the trap I started to shy away from her. I stuck around for a few weeks then disappeared until the birth of my first daughter. I went to the hospital the day after my daughter Kloe was born and stayed for a couple of months. Things weren't destined for a story book ending due simply to the fact that I was now 16 years old and I realized I didn't want to grow old with this woman. To be honest, I didn't think I was going to live past 30 and there wasn't a woman alive I wanted for longer than a couple weeks. So Jennifer moved on, she figured she got half of what she wanted so she went to look for the other half. The next few months of my life were a slow downward spiral that I couldn't see or feel. Guidance is the one thing in life I didn't get and still don't have.
I will open the box that is the epitome of Pandora and the twisted in sister, my life as it happened. We won't do the stereotypical childhood shit, we will go straight to the beginning of my children's childhood. My life before children in no way prepared me for a life with them. The answer to a child's question about life should come from an adult and that's not until your 30 (if your a man) so what happens when you start having kids at 16? Well the answer to that is what this blog is all about. If you still don't get why you should continue to read this blog then I will spell it out for you. You will continue to read this blog because you don't know me, but you want to know me because I am the guy that tells the story. I make some completely random choices in life and very strange things happen to me so I'm sure this blog will be great reading. The entire point of life in my humble opinion is relationships. The contact we have with other living beings is " life " and this blog is a short summary of my view of life.
So since we are starting at my teenage years you must first understand that by the time I was 16 I had attended 7 funerals and most of those were close family to include my father. The loss of my father and moving five hours away from what little family i had left made me feel alone and looking for love to fill the holes in my heart. This need to replace the love that I had lost in my family had me more interested in relationships than ever so I was very sexually active. By the time I met Jennifer ( I was 15 ) I had already been intimate with 15 or so women all ranging in age from 14 to 18 so she wasn't the only "adult" just the oldest and first big girl I hooked up with. Now by "big" I mean she was bigger than me but small enough to stay active in the Air Force. So size wise she was 5'8" at 170lbs I'd guess. I only weighed 150lbs at 5'10" so I wouldn't say she was real big but she wasn't the smallest pea in the pod.
Jennifer wasn't the hottest woman no matter the size but she was the magic age of 21. I sold my sex, seed, and the first slice of my soul for free alcohol. What the fuck was I thinking? Now I can get all the alcohol I can drink and only get laid when I apologize for everything I had done since the last time I had sex and this routine can take up a good part of a month. But here I am a fifteen year old horny boy that is being given all the perks of being an adult with out any of the responsibility or consequences. This woman would do everything I asked, why would I have stopped? Since she was so giving and only asked for sex in return, I was an easy sell. What I didn't know then was she had planned on pulling the "trap" on me. The "trap" is what guys call a woman that gets pregnant as a way to keep a man. Minus the whole pregnancy thing, this is every mans dream. I thought I was living the life! Hell the more I think about it the more jealous I am of the younger me. My only question is, how come I didn't use a condom? Why did I listen to that woman? What did I think caused the baby "virus?" Jennifer was in control to be honest because she told me she was catholic and practice the rhythm method. This is the method that follows a woman's menstrual cycle. I couldn't explain it then and I can't explain it now. Jennifer knew she wanted a child and not just in bed, she wanted a baby. After she pulled the trap I started to shy away from her. I stuck around for a few weeks then disappeared until the birth of my first daughter. I went to the hospital the day after my daughter Kloe was born and stayed for a couple of months. Things weren't destined for a story book ending due simply to the fact that I was now 16 years old and I realized I didn't want to grow old with this woman. To be honest, I didn't think I was going to live past 30 and there wasn't a woman alive I wanted for longer than a couple weeks. So Jennifer moved on, she figured she got half of what she wanted so she went to look for the other half. The next few months of my life were a slow downward spiral that I couldn't see or feel. Guidance is the one thing in life I didn't get and still don't have.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Methaphor is a Nice
Stories are. Not just that they are, but they are it. But just what is, it? The question would be easier to answer if it is rephrased as "What isn't it? What doesn't have a story? Who doesn't have a story? Even time it's self has a story. Time is the constraints of stories and at the same time it is also the thread that holds the story together. So what does that mean? It means life is just a story and it is up to the author to give that story a life.
ANSWER: A metaphor is a verbal stutter.
Life is the sum of the relationships had by one object to other objects. That is the most generic way to state it so that every living person can understand the way I look at life. "Bob" is not important in my life because he put me here with you all and you people are who is important to me. If he wanted me to follow in his foot steps then he will come down here and drag me by my ear. From what I see from where I'm standing, the people in this world need my love more than he does.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Is "GOD" Trying to tell me something?
I'm not religious, not in any shape or fashion. So by "GOD" I mean the almighty in which you blame for all the bad and beg to for all the good. So from this point forward in this blog, "GOD" will be referred to as BOB. If I would have thought about it a little longer the title of this posting would have been the name of the blog. One day I promise to go through all these posts and arrange them chronologically because with me as with most everyone else, I feel the backstory is essential.
I ask if BOB is talking to me because I wonder why certain things happen to me. I'm sure everyone has that thought, but is it because you see complete random shit happen? Since you can't answer that, I'll explain my latest odd sighting. I witnessed the disappearance of all testosterone in the blink of an eye. I work as a salesperson so I drive around all day so in sure I have a better chance of seeing weird things but there are certain things you just have to experience yourself. One of those things is the adventure and mixture of pure fear and sheer amazement when you hit a flying animal(s) at 70 mph (See what hitting a chicken at 120 mpg looks like click here). I have had a swarm of crickets try fruitlessly to jump across the highway as I was passing them and my reaction then was much like today when I watch as two birds tried to cross a super busy highway in the middle of the 8th largest city in the U.S. I don't know why it looked possible to an animal whose sole purpose in life is flight but this fat fucking pigeon just slammed into the top of my windshield and made me scream like a 3 year old child.
On a normal day birds are flying all over the place, but those are the majority, what about the minority? The animal world has minorities too. They have defects like three eyes, bad bones, and mentally challenged as well. Well guess what BOB showed me today? He showed me that even birds can have weight problems. If I really think about it, this bird, who we'll call "Pudgy The Pigeon," had a weight issue and had to be a mentally challenged bird. Pudgy wasn't alone but the other bird didn't get hit so I'm thinking Pudgy was a wing man.
So as I'm driving down the highway, I saw the birds flying low and as slow as my brain is, the next 10 seconds seemed to take an hour. My brain hadn't had time to really think about what was happening so as I watched Pudgy start to veer towards me I don't know why but I was automatically starting to feel fear. Thinking back that fear was probably for the bird, which is so unlike me because I truly believe if you are dumb enough to slam yourself into an oncoming truck then you get what you asked for. Fat birds are food for a lazy predators like me, only the strong survive. I'm thankful that the only real adversary man has is the planet herself mother earth, because if I was a pigeon, my name would be Pudgy.
NOTE: I found a video on YouTube that made me look like a big chicken. LoL
I ask if BOB is talking to me because I wonder why certain things happen to me. I'm sure everyone has that thought, but is it because you see complete random shit happen? Since you can't answer that, I'll explain my latest odd sighting. I witnessed the disappearance of all testosterone in the blink of an eye. I work as a salesperson so I drive around all day so in sure I have a better chance of seeing weird things but there are certain things you just have to experience yourself. One of those things is the adventure and mixture of pure fear and sheer amazement when you hit a flying animal(s) at 70 mph (See what hitting a chicken at 120 mpg looks like click here). I have had a swarm of crickets try fruitlessly to jump across the highway as I was passing them and my reaction then was much like today when I watch as two birds tried to cross a super busy highway in the middle of the 8th largest city in the U.S. I don't know why it looked possible to an animal whose sole purpose in life is flight but this fat fucking pigeon just slammed into the top of my windshield and made me scream like a 3 year old child.
On a normal day birds are flying all over the place, but those are the majority, what about the minority? The animal world has minorities too. They have defects like three eyes, bad bones, and mentally challenged as well. Well guess what BOB showed me today? He showed me that even birds can have weight problems. If I really think about it, this bird, who we'll call "Pudgy The Pigeon," had a weight issue and had to be a mentally challenged bird. Pudgy wasn't alone but the other bird didn't get hit so I'm thinking Pudgy was a wing man.
So as I'm driving down the highway, I saw the birds flying low and as slow as my brain is, the next 10 seconds seemed to take an hour. My brain hadn't had time to really think about what was happening so as I watched Pudgy start to veer towards me I don't know why but I was automatically starting to feel fear. Thinking back that fear was probably for the bird, which is so unlike me because I truly believe if you are dumb enough to slam yourself into an oncoming truck then you get what you asked for. Fat birds are food for a lazy predators like me, only the strong survive. I'm thankful that the only real adversary man has is the planet herself mother earth, because if I was a pigeon, my name would be Pudgy.
NOTE: I found a video on YouTube that made me look like a big chicken. LoL
Sunday, July 8, 2012
The Fallen Angel
So on Friday night I go out with my wife to a club named Si Señor and have a few drinks. We leave the club around 2:45 am and after there we went to grab some tacos. We finally get home at 4 and jump in bed and just 3 hours later our Yorkie "Tekila" wakes me up by licking my nose letting me know she was wanting to play. So I get up and sit on the balcony to have a ciggerette in the peaceful morning air.
So after a few peaceful minutes the silence is broken by my neighbor who is on his way to some volunteer work at the hospital and is in his scrubs. He quickly says hi and he heads down the sidewalk towards the parking lot to his car. I returned my gaze off to the other side of the pool to my old balcony where i lived last year. There i normally see an older gentleman who also sits out on his balcony to smoke but he wasn't there this morning, not yet anyway.
My previous apartment is on the bottom floor of a three story apartment building. We became friends with the three apartments around us but we never meet any of the people on the third floor. All of that information becomes relevant when out of no where a man falls off a balcony on the other side of the pool. My neighbor, who had only made ten steps away, looks back at me just before he jumps the gate of the pool, as if to say " did you see that?" As he rushed over to check on the guy I stood up, (Which I'm sure had to shock the guy because no sooner did he land on the ground than a man in hospital scrubs shows up to make sure he's ok, it's all about the timing ) in complete shock and to see if my mind was messing with me. Nope, it's not the alcohol or my mind, this is happening. I grabbed my iPhone and went to check on the guy and see if I should call 911. I don't know why I didn't automatically call 911 but it might have kept me out of a mess I didn't want any part of.
Shortly after I got to the other side of the pool a short round girl in her 20's appeared from around the corner and said she had called the police already. This girl looked to have been crying because she had big thick black raccoon circles around her eyes and she was wearing a not big enough T-shirt and smaller booty shorts than legal. She intimidated me a little at first. I'm thinking she threw him out, litteraly. Twenty steps behind her was a tall skinny black guy in skinny red pants and an undersized black T-shirt, so this lovers quarrel has a twist. When the dark knight appeared he said this was a "public dispute", what ever that is I'm sure I want no part. This is when I have my first thought of running home and hiding in my bed. Between the shock and fear that something fucked up is either about to happen or just did and the fact that I'm not sure I'm not dreaming. There is such a thing as an extremely bad time to make a brain work in high gear and that's when you've had 3 hours of drunk sleep and half a ciggerette. My mind was toast the moment it processed the sight of that man hitting the ground.
After a few moments I decide to walk back to my balcony so I can digest all the crazy shit I just saw. With the police on the way, a guy that has a lot more first aid than me is there, and the witnesses to fill in the blanks I would only be in the way. Before I could move I heard the wailing of a woman in an odd distorted Spanish and it was at this moment I felt fear. The shock had given way to fear after I saw the woman that was making all the noise. She came running around the corner in an oversized T-shirt and I think she may have only had on panties under her ghetto moomoo. As she comes flying around the corner with her big floppy melons just swinging madly screaming what could only be called mumbles, she raced up to the guy on the ground ( who it's safe to name Angel at this point ) and all I understood her to say was "ay dios mio!!" ( which means OMG in Spanish ) and then some more Spanish mumbling. It was at this point that things took on a circus appeal, when raccoon girl tells the crazy melon lady to shut up in Spanish. Here is when I actually make my retreat back to my balcony where I would be safe. Remember, fear has control of me at this point and there wasn't one good reason I could find to convince me that I could have taken control of the situation.
Now, I am normally a good friend but this time I was selfish, I left my neighbor there with those people all alone. In what seemed like five minutes after the fall and still no ambulance I felt the fight or flight pressure and I found out what kind of man I am. I didn't care because I knew the situation was under control and I was just a spectator in the way. I watched in complete suspense as to what was happening on that side of the pool. At one point Justin the neighbor looked back at me as if to ask me "WTF?" I was over the fear by now and I was overwhelmed with confusion on how I felt about what was going on. I felt a little guilty for leaving my neighbor to deal with the Jerry Springer show and I felt bad for Angel, who knows how bad he was hurt. Maybe he took the Red Bull commercials way to litteral.
Once I made it safely to my balcony that's when the fireworks erupted. The next think I see is melon tits starts to push around raccoon eyes and raccoon eyes responds with a haymaker at the other ladies head. Her shot wasn't well aimed because from what I could tell they had all been drinking all night and none of them should have been awake at that hour anyways but that didn't stop the two women from going at it. They started screaming, cursing, and punching as Angel finally rolled over to his back with my neighbor telling him to stay still until the ambulance gets there. I'm not completely sure the man understood Justin because he only responded to him in broken English and he only answered simple questions he was asked from what my neighbor told me. By now a seriously over matched "Dark Knight" who was out of his weight class was trying to seperate the two women. He had raccoon eyes by the left wrist and he was trying to keep melon tits at bay with his free arm. There are those dreams that most men have about watching women fight and I wish that I could say this was one of those times but sadly enough it wasn't.
As I sat in my chair bewhildered at the current events and watching the women fight out of the corner of my eye I see "Angel" sit up. The movement imediately caught my attention so I watched as he clambered to his feet. As he stood up my neighbor stood next to him and I could see him asking if he was sure he was ok or at least I assume he was asking that, and the man turned and started to walk away past the pillow fight turned brawl. The women saw the man and stopped punching at each other and followed the man and continued to yell though I'm not quite sure at who. After the group of sunday morning fighters had walked away leaving my neighbor Justin standing there with his jaw on the floor in what I can only assume was left over shock and total confusion. My neighbor then walks around the pool towards me with an almost indescribable look on his face and he tells me that he was already running late to his commitment but if he wasn't he would have had to talk to me about what had just occured. Then he grabbed his cup of coffee and keys that he had set on the sidewalk next to the pool gate and he left.
So fifteen minutes after it all started I'm sitting on my balcony smoking yet another ciggerette trying to calm down and needing nothing more than sleep. I looked at my phone and saw that it was only 7:20 am and it was back to peace and tranquility but I'm hopped up on some mix of excitement, fear, and confusion and I needed someone to talk to. If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? That's how I felt, I couldn't ignore it, I thought I witnessed the falling tree and I wanted everyone to know I heard the sound. I knew by seeing Angel drop from the sky that I had no one to tell and if it had not been for my neighbor I'm not sure anyone would have believed me, so I know if the tree falls it will make a noise because we all want to be seen and heard. I posted my story "it's raining Mexicans" on my Facebook page and went to bed knowing my mind was about to explode with questions that have no answer. Why was he on the balcony? How did he not break major bones? Who was he? Who were the people involved? Where were was the ambulance or police for that matter? I guess I'll never know.
My previous apartment is on the bottom floor of a three story apartment building. We became friends with the three apartments around us but we never meet any of the people on the third floor. All of that information becomes relevant when out of no where a man falls off a balcony on the other side of the pool. My neighbor, who had only made ten steps away, looks back at me just before he jumps the gate of the pool, as if to say " did you see that?" As he rushed over to check on the guy I stood up, (Which I'm sure had to shock the guy because no sooner did he land on the ground than a man in hospital scrubs shows up to make sure he's ok, it's all about the timing ) in complete shock and to see if my mind was messing with me. Nope, it's not the alcohol or my mind, this is happening. I grabbed my iPhone and went to check on the guy and see if I should call 911. I don't know why I didn't automatically call 911 but it might have kept me out of a mess I didn't want any part of.
Shortly after I got to the other side of the pool a short round girl in her 20's appeared from around the corner and said she had called the police already. This girl looked to have been crying because she had big thick black raccoon circles around her eyes and she was wearing a not big enough T-shirt and smaller booty shorts than legal. She intimidated me a little at first. I'm thinking she threw him out, litteraly. Twenty steps behind her was a tall skinny black guy in skinny red pants and an undersized black T-shirt, so this lovers quarrel has a twist. When the dark knight appeared he said this was a "public dispute", what ever that is I'm sure I want no part. This is when I have my first thought of running home and hiding in my bed. Between the shock and fear that something fucked up is either about to happen or just did and the fact that I'm not sure I'm not dreaming. There is such a thing as an extremely bad time to make a brain work in high gear and that's when you've had 3 hours of drunk sleep and half a ciggerette. My mind was toast the moment it processed the sight of that man hitting the ground.
After a few moments I decide to walk back to my balcony so I can digest all the crazy shit I just saw. With the police on the way, a guy that has a lot more first aid than me is there, and the witnesses to fill in the blanks I would only be in the way. Before I could move I heard the wailing of a woman in an odd distorted Spanish and it was at this moment I felt fear. The shock had given way to fear after I saw the woman that was making all the noise. She came running around the corner in an oversized T-shirt and I think she may have only had on panties under her ghetto moomoo. As she comes flying around the corner with her big floppy melons just swinging madly screaming what could only be called mumbles, she raced up to the guy on the ground ( who it's safe to name Angel at this point ) and all I understood her to say was "ay dios mio!!" ( which means OMG in Spanish ) and then some more Spanish mumbling. It was at this point that things took on a circus appeal, when raccoon girl tells the crazy melon lady to shut up in Spanish. Here is when I actually make my retreat back to my balcony where I would be safe. Remember, fear has control of me at this point and there wasn't one good reason I could find to convince me that I could have taken control of the situation.
Now, I am normally a good friend but this time I was selfish, I left my neighbor there with those people all alone. In what seemed like five minutes after the fall and still no ambulance I felt the fight or flight pressure and I found out what kind of man I am. I didn't care because I knew the situation was under control and I was just a spectator in the way. I watched in complete suspense as to what was happening on that side of the pool. At one point Justin the neighbor looked back at me as if to ask me "WTF?" I was over the fear by now and I was overwhelmed with confusion on how I felt about what was going on. I felt a little guilty for leaving my neighbor to deal with the Jerry Springer show and I felt bad for Angel, who knows how bad he was hurt. Maybe he took the Red Bull commercials way to litteral.
Once I made it safely to my balcony that's when the fireworks erupted. The next think I see is melon tits starts to push around raccoon eyes and raccoon eyes responds with a haymaker at the other ladies head. Her shot wasn't well aimed because from what I could tell they had all been drinking all night and none of them should have been awake at that hour anyways but that didn't stop the two women from going at it. They started screaming, cursing, and punching as Angel finally rolled over to his back with my neighbor telling him to stay still until the ambulance gets there. I'm not completely sure the man understood Justin because he only responded to him in broken English and he only answered simple questions he was asked from what my neighbor told me. By now a seriously over matched "Dark Knight" who was out of his weight class was trying to seperate the two women. He had raccoon eyes by the left wrist and he was trying to keep melon tits at bay with his free arm. There are those dreams that most men have about watching women fight and I wish that I could say this was one of those times but sadly enough it wasn't.
As I sat in my chair bewhildered at the current events and watching the women fight out of the corner of my eye I see "Angel" sit up. The movement imediately caught my attention so I watched as he clambered to his feet. As he stood up my neighbor stood next to him and I could see him asking if he was sure he was ok or at least I assume he was asking that, and the man turned and started to walk away past the pillow fight turned brawl. The women saw the man and stopped punching at each other and followed the man and continued to yell though I'm not quite sure at who. After the group of sunday morning fighters had walked away leaving my neighbor Justin standing there with his jaw on the floor in what I can only assume was left over shock and total confusion. My neighbor then walks around the pool towards me with an almost indescribable look on his face and he tells me that he was already running late to his commitment but if he wasn't he would have had to talk to me about what had just occured. Then he grabbed his cup of coffee and keys that he had set on the sidewalk next to the pool gate and he left.So fifteen minutes after it all started I'm sitting on my balcony smoking yet another ciggerette trying to calm down and needing nothing more than sleep. I looked at my phone and saw that it was only 7:20 am and it was back to peace and tranquility but I'm hopped up on some mix of excitement, fear, and confusion and I needed someone to talk to. If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? That's how I felt, I couldn't ignore it, I thought I witnessed the falling tree and I wanted everyone to know I heard the sound. I knew by seeing Angel drop from the sky that I had no one to tell and if it had not been for my neighbor I'm not sure anyone would have believed me, so I know if the tree falls it will make a noise because we all want to be seen and heard. I posted my story "it's raining Mexicans" on my Facebook page and went to bed knowing my mind was about to explode with questions that have no answer. Why was he on the balcony? How did he not break major bones? Who was he? Who were the people involved? Where were was the ambulance or police for that matter? I guess I'll never know.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Bobby Patrino has to be pissed!!
Really??? The reason this all came out was because Bobby took his newly paid employee on a bike ride. Now get ready for me to argue for Mr. Patrino. He just paid this you woman 20k and he probably didn't get to enjoy spending the schools money for very long. This guy is old, ugly, and under mad pressure to make a bunch of jocks keep his job. So he enjoys his power a little which is the same thing any no game having rich white guy would do and yet we call him out.
On the flip side of the coin this woman made out like Monica Lewinski. The difference is after a year she will be able to have a normal life or if she wanted she can turn this little affair into a book, movie, and a whole lot of bank! She showed her true colors, she was engaged to a younger and far better looking guy with a lot less money and a ton less power. Since money is what she wanted then this little screw up is as good as gold. She hit the lottery and this could spring board her into a world full of those types of people, lucky girl huh?
There is no way to make Mr. Patrino look like a saint but he isn't the only rotten fruit. If you are going to sling mud then save some for her. She could have kept this under the rug, there was an out for them but she didn't take it. If you have ever ridden a motorcycle you know if the person on the back leans with the driver on a corner and there's a little gravel on the road, you would wipe out. So not only did she take money for a job she wasn't qualified for but she caused the accident. She is going to win out of this deal. Ten to one she doesn't learn from this. If she does learn anything it would be how she can take advantage of any citation.
If I have anything to say about this it will keep it to myself because I have not lived one minute in either of their shoes. You can not stand on the sidelines and tell someone you can feel the game any better than those playing. If this has taught us anything it should have been never get into something if you have less to gain than the other person. Let that sit on your brain for a minute and think about business for a second, there are two factors we need to look at. We need to look at the gain, goal, or reward however you want to look at it. For him, it was a primal reward. Ego, desire, and lack of sufficient blood to power two heads at one time are what got him bent over. Greed, youth, and good looks got her exactly what she wanted. Imagine her relief of not having to give hummers to a guy her dads age. She didn't have to wait for him to get another job or change jobs to avoid him. Congrats you two. You stood in a shit storm and just like they say, you got shit on you too!
First Step
So I'm the cowardly lion. When I thought up the title of this blog it just kinda came to me. I think it fits tho, I do feel like I have to be a lion but really i'm scared as shit. When I was a kid, much like everyone else in the world, I wanted to be something. When I was a kid, I didn't know what that was but I told my great grandmother that I was going to have my name in lights. Now i'm in my mid 30's and now I think "I fucking failed that poor old woman." The only way my name ever made it up in lights was with a light bright (if you know what the hell that is, then your to old to be listening to my problems and have to many of your own.)
I have had more jobs than I can count. I've forgotten more jobs I've worked than most people ever work in a lifetime. I've been paid shit for hard work and damn good for a piss poor job and honestly I didn't like any of them. What the hell is so exciting about getting up at the same time every day? Why in the fuck does it make sense to someone to want to do that early in the morning for five days straight? What ever culture created the five day work week (and I have my money on the greeks, i'm just to lazy to do the research) was a sadistical group of freaks. If someone can argue the case on why it's not insane to live a routine then I will take on the challenge happily. But the sad truth is the robotic life we trudge through is pathetic at best and damned at worst. I like to get laid so I got married. I like to swimming so I live close to water. I like to drink so I buy beer. I like to play video games so I bought a computer. Now where in there do you see any fucking time for a job I don't like? I'm already busy, those things are fun, I like to partake in every one of those, and twice on Sunday for a couple. Why would I fuck up a perfectly good day by getting up early and spend the next 8 to 10 hours getting pissed, frustrated, and tired then go home and take it all out on my babe, beer, and game.
So back to the subject at hand, my feeling about my failures has always been pretty strong but now as I age I start to think that maybe it's not to late. I'm not saying that I could replace Jerry Sienfield or anything but I am saying I can still go make an attempt. The only down side is that if for some reason people find me funnier than the people around me and I actually got good, I'd be to damn lazy to try to go do this all over the fucking country. I've traveled the states enough and no one outside of the U.S would understand shit I'd be talking about. One of the reasons I haven't jumped up and ran to the nearest open mic night is because I think the fact that I think i'm funny may be a little different than me actually being funny. Sustaining a crowd of any more than 5 is hell for me at parties, I can't imagine trying to do that in a room with 50 or more I'd get pissed. See I have this idea that I'm fucking smart. I don't mean like I can figure out how to change the oil in a lawn mower, more like I'm a deep thinker, I learn really fast by doing, and I have experienced how to do things in the wrong way so my hindsight is on point. I can convince people that I make sense when I'm totally baked out of my gourd and rambling about Socrates and keyword research.
I think I always knew I wanted to be a comedian maybe at one point I thought I'd be an actor but after seeing pictures of me in high school, I damn well know I'd have ended up being the Korean kid in Goonies, I'd look like a dumbass and I'd never want to tell anyone I was in a movie in fear that they would look back one day and laugh at how completely idiotic I looked at that age. Vanity is NOT an issue for me because I know i'm average at best in the looks department and honestly I'd rather be anything but. You want to know what kind of bullshit "average" people have to deal with?? First off we never win SHIT! FUCK!! We can't even get the last place prize! Sure we get women, right after the good looking assholes damage them, so we get to pay for their evils. So they treat us like shit, waste our time, and move on to the ugly motherfucker that's just happy they have someone and treat the damn woman the way she wants anyways. Tell me if you've heard this story before because I'm throwing in my vote for the "average" man to get a break once in a while. The only problem with this theoretical system is that now, in my 30's, i'm married to a HOT woman. So does that mean I was average and now with age I'm ugly? I have to put some thought in this, maybe some research too. I wonder if my system is area specific because I have had that theory for my entire life and I have lived it, but I am married now to a woman from a different country, culture, and language. So do our rules apply?
I'm going to interject a story that happened a couple of days ago. I was sitting outside on the balcony smoking and my neighbor comes walking by laughing and smiling at me. (This neighbor lives in the apartment above me) I asked why he was so happy and he asked me how old I was. Which instead of answering my question, it totally confused the fuck out of me. So I asked again, "what's up with you man?" His reply almost had me in tears. See my wife and I like to watch different shows on Netflix and lately we've been watching Merlin. A couple of nights ago we finished season 2 and my wife was all pumped up and excited, it was 3 am (we like to stay up late.) As we got up and were in the process of getting ready for bed my wife was in the bathroom yelling (don't ask me why, this may be a reason my wife is so hot and choose to marry my average ass) and this is a quote "WELCOME TO CAMALOT!" I don't know why, but she did. My neighbor didn't hear that at all. He heard "I'M GOING TO CUM A LOT!" I wanted to laugh but I held back because I wanted to be a badass for a few minutes. So I said, yeah, sorry bro you know how it is. lol No he doesn't either, that motherfucker is married to a cow, she's 4'11" and just as tall. If she get's him excited enough to make her scream like that, i'm sure they will call animal control.
I have had more jobs than I can count. I've forgotten more jobs I've worked than most people ever work in a lifetime. I've been paid shit for hard work and damn good for a piss poor job and honestly I didn't like any of them. What the hell is so exciting about getting up at the same time every day? Why in the fuck does it make sense to someone to want to do that early in the morning for five days straight? What ever culture created the five day work week (and I have my money on the greeks, i'm just to lazy to do the research) was a sadistical group of freaks. If someone can argue the case on why it's not insane to live a routine then I will take on the challenge happily. But the sad truth is the robotic life we trudge through is pathetic at best and damned at worst. I like to get laid so I got married. I like to swimming so I live close to water. I like to drink so I buy beer. I like to play video games so I bought a computer. Now where in there do you see any fucking time for a job I don't like? I'm already busy, those things are fun, I like to partake in every one of those, and twice on Sunday for a couple. Why would I fuck up a perfectly good day by getting up early and spend the next 8 to 10 hours getting pissed, frustrated, and tired then go home and take it all out on my babe, beer, and game.
I think I always knew I wanted to be a comedian maybe at one point I thought I'd be an actor but after seeing pictures of me in high school, I damn well know I'd have ended up being the Korean kid in Goonies, I'd look like a dumbass and I'd never want to tell anyone I was in a movie in fear that they would look back one day and laugh at how completely idiotic I looked at that age. Vanity is NOT an issue for me because I know i'm average at best in the looks department and honestly I'd rather be anything but. You want to know what kind of bullshit "average" people have to deal with?? First off we never win SHIT! FUCK!! We can't even get the last place prize! Sure we get women, right after the good looking assholes damage them, so we get to pay for their evils. So they treat us like shit, waste our time, and move on to the ugly motherfucker that's just happy they have someone and treat the damn woman the way she wants anyways. Tell me if you've heard this story before because I'm throwing in my vote for the "average" man to get a break once in a while. The only problem with this theoretical system is that now, in my 30's, i'm married to a HOT woman. So does that mean I was average and now with age I'm ugly? I have to put some thought in this, maybe some research too. I wonder if my system is area specific because I have had that theory for my entire life and I have lived it, but I am married now to a woman from a different country, culture, and language. So do our rules apply?I'm going to interject a story that happened a couple of days ago. I was sitting outside on the balcony smoking and my neighbor comes walking by laughing and smiling at me. (This neighbor lives in the apartment above me) I asked why he was so happy and he asked me how old I was. Which instead of answering my question, it totally confused the fuck out of me. So I asked again, "what's up with you man?" His reply almost had me in tears. See my wife and I like to watch different shows on Netflix and lately we've been watching Merlin. A couple of nights ago we finished season 2 and my wife was all pumped up and excited, it was 3 am (we like to stay up late.) As we got up and were in the process of getting ready for bed my wife was in the bathroom yelling (don't ask me why, this may be a reason my wife is so hot and choose to marry my average ass) and this is a quote "WELCOME TO CAMALOT!" I don't know why, but she did. My neighbor didn't hear that at all. He heard "I'M GOING TO CUM A LOT!" I wanted to laugh but I held back because I wanted to be a badass for a few minutes. So I said, yeah, sorry bro you know how it is. lol No he doesn't either, that motherfucker is married to a cow, she's 4'11" and just as tall. If she get's him excited enough to make her scream like that, i'm sure they will call animal control.
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