Thursday, December 1, 2011

Dumbass Comment


Reading the AOL news tonight. Had to click on this interesting story. Interesting indeed. I am sorry that the secret child had passed. I didn't know she even existed. Sad nonetheless.

                                   Side note:  Damn, Clark Gable was fine as hell.

And i got to reading the forum comments on this story.  Those forums are always fun to read. And i came upon these two... comments.

By the way, i don't want to hear any shit on my "paint" skills. When i  learn how to use it.... i could get  dangerous.

So poster #1 is implying that Miss Young, being 22 years old at that time, was stupid, a dumbass.... and that we all were at that age. I get what she is saying. Most... lots.... of us were stupid at that age. I was. Boy, was i ever. So so many my age i know say they were too.... stupid at 30, .... never mind 22. But there are many 22 year olds with good heads on their shoulders. Good for them!




So we have poster #2 replying .... 22 isn't 18.  You see... being 18 years old ... and being 22 years old...is a HUGE difference.  You see, your not going to do the foolish, dumbass things you did when you were 18... at 22.   22 isn't 18... 4 years....big difference.               MY ASS. Idiot.

                                                                   

Friday, November 25, 2011

Black Friday Idiocy

                                      

                               A Complete. Utter. Idiot.
                                            

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Five Minutes to the Hour

This pisses me off to no end. It's that time of year because of the Holidays that we are closing early... here and there. And it's near impossible to get the locals out of the shop.

         We have signs posting these times everywhere. And the locals know these times first hand.

And it's not even about the closing early. It's CLOSING time in general. I have NO problem with customers that come in at five minutes to the hour at closing and take it to go. But if your a local everyday customer and your still sitting there at five minutes to the hour of closing.... YOUR A DICK. Male or female.... your a DICK.

I have heard them say (not directly to me)... "I got five minutes"  Well........... your right. We are technically open for another five minutes you dick.... but... it would be nice.... if you had ANY compassion and UNDERSTAND that i have been here all day and would like to start cleaning up and go home... unlike YOU ... who sits here all day, everyday.

You can't be a bigger asshole when it's twenty minutes to the hour of closing and you come in... and sit down. By the time you slowly pick up that coffee cup to take your first sip... it's ten minutes to the hour. This is the time your narcissistic ass should be getting up and leaving. What an asshole.

Demi and Ashton - Behind Closed Doors?


And i know better. I know there is always two sides to every story. The big headline in this coming divorce is/was Ashton Caught Cheating. But now... everywhere on the web... it's... more to it.

And i posted the same picture i used in my previous post on Demi and Ashton because, damn... look at her!

She looks pissed. Tired. And i mentioned how she looks like she aged since this Ashton cheating thing started.

So... the more to it. Two sides to every story. Poor Ashton. Maybe Demi is a mental case at home drove/driving Ashton out of his mind. She could be one of those always pissed at something. Maybe all that cellulite popping up all of the sudden around her mouth, out of nowhere... is from many years of being... pissed off... at everything and everyone. I don't know. She's probably exhausted from being so pissed all the time.

Plastic surgery and expensive face creams don't just 'cave in' or 'give in' over night like that. Do they?

Let me end my post by saying Demi is gorgeous and sure, i'd give anything to look like her or any other beautiful female celebrity. But i wouldn't trade my sanity (Yes, i'm sane damnit!!)  for it.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Demi and Ashton Divorce


*sigh* ...you can look and look and look at him Demi till your ass falls off. You will never find the answer.

Unless it's just a bad picture of Demi, you can see that gravity is taking it's toll, around her mouth area. I would totally believe that the stress she is enduring has caused this.

        Look at the look she's giving him. I almost have to laugh. At her age she should have known.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Cop Rescues Deer in Shock

Now this is a REAL MAN. 

Drama Queen Idiocy Recognized thru Comic Strip

                                                                     Hi and Lois

Yeah young man. One day your gonna get bored, sick, tired and fed up writing those songs of yours....

Look at the Dad's face... he can't believe what the little idiot just said.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

My Quick Thinking

I take the bus to work. And boy, do i have some Bus stories. These poor bus drivers, oh what they go thru...  One for now... i am at the bus stop. Sometimes there's a person or two waiting as well. But this particular day, just the other day... there's a lady waiting, in her fifties, more. I have never seen her before.

I was on my cell phone when i was approaching the bus stop. Quick glancing at her, i noticed she is looking dead on at me. Fixing to hang up in a minute, i'm thinking... oh hell no. Why am i having this feeling she is going to walk over here. Still on the phone i am making sure i have about a good twenty feet distance from her... I WANT MY SPACE! 

Okay, i hang up. I'm not looking at her, i'm not looking at her, i'm not looking at her. Purposely looking WAY the other direction. Please don't bother me, please don't bother me, please don't bother me...i'm whispering to myself.

Here she is!  Both of us.... Hello, hello *smiles*  She has a question about the bus route and scheduling. Whew, i think. I am happy to tell her.   And we have a short conversation about the bus route and schedule. 

Okay, listen y'all... listen to what i'm about to say.... The topic on bus is turning into a conversation on her dance classes, what she bought at Walmart last night.... a day she had shopping for shoes about five years ago... etc.

                                             WHERE'S THE DAMN BUS!!!!! 

I'm going to be dealing with this all day at work!!!!  WHY do i have to deal with this now.... on my QUIET TIME??!!!  Why Lord whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? Oh Lord Why?

                                        

Here comes the bus. Oh no. She's going to sit next to me. Oh hell no. Bus pulls up.  I INSIST...  NO MA'AM... AFTER YOU.  I practically  force her to get on first. Because you see.... wherever she sits.... i will sit very far away from. She sat towards the front. I walked my ass to the very BACK. That was quick thinking on my part. I'm surprised i had any thought ... with my temples pounding as hard as they were.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Celebrity Ghost Stories

  Oh how i love this show on the Biography channel. I watch with amazement. Or any of those other Ghost Story shows, on Biography.
                                        
                                                  

And sometimes i get pretty freakin scared... watching these shows. But it's okay... i say to myself. You never read in the newspaper about any one getting murdered by a ghost. But what about the people who suffer a heart attack and die?  Did they see a ghost? And didn't live to say?

Ooh scary. But i do believe in ghosts, and i did  believe in a lot of these stories... until......

Well, the stories were/are typical ghost stories....at night, asleep. Waking up and seeing an apparition, or sensing... something. Hearing... something... or someone.     


I DO believe. Years ago... well, someday, i will blog about that... but.... NOW there are stories, on these shows about ghosts getiing  ON TOP of you...in the middle of the night.... in bed... and SHAKING you!

BULLSHIT!!!!

Dramatizing!  Sensationalizing!

Again... i love watching these shows. And they were fine the way they were. But they HAD to go into complete idiocy and make me wonder which stories are true and which stories are....

BULLSHIT!!!


Just like that movie The Blair Witch Project back in 1999?  My family, friends and I were watching it on VHS one night... i never heard of it and they were telling me it's a true story. I believed it... watching it... i was scared out of my pants! Until towards the end of the movie... i realized....

BULLSHIT!!!!

That's just bullshit... can't be real! I actually burst out "Bullshit!! Can't be real!!" And they all burst out laughing! I was sooo relieved, but felt like a ding-a-ling. If the end of that movie wasn't so over the top... i would of believed it.

And i better not be woke tonight by some motherfacker ghost SHAKING  me because i blogged this. If i do, y'all be reading about me in the paper about some woman running out of her home screaming her ass off like no other hell has heard!

Three Steps Make it all Better


Yeah yeah yeah... steps that can actually make it better. I didn't even look... at these steps.

                                 Here's 3 steps that i WISH i could use on the can't shut the fuck up-ers....

        
                            

          

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Kim Kardashian - Divorce, after 72 days

I wish we could of placed bets on this... with real money. I would of lost tho, by two weeks or so.  I said three months, tops.

Reading just a little about it on the internet. And caught a little about it the TV. There seem to be a few reasons why they are divorcing. I heard bad for business?  I heard the marraige was a hoax from the beginning. And somethings... else, i can't remember.

How about... they are a young couple, with a lot of money... they fell in love.... HARD,  someone got bored.... AND IT'S OVER. So simple.


 

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Restaurant Rules?


So this was on the AOL news today. And you know i gotta comment on this! First, above, look at the look on the bitch's face. Oh hell no. Bitch, keep your mental ass at home.

The kids, the poor kids. It's not their fault. All the big people talking round the table, the little ones like to have conversations too. They are ignored. I see it ALL the time. Makes me sick.

 
I can understand this, kind of. When it's peak, yes. When i waited tables, i could care less if they want to share. Order... eat...refill drinks...dessert or cocktails....refill drinks...eat, drink... pay..please tip half ass decent... get the hell out.
Oh you bet your ass.

 
Reservations? Christ, as if the staff doesn't have enough to do. Wait in line or learn to use a pot and pan and keep your grandiose ass at home.



                                     No reservations. So shove the credit card you know where.  


As a waitress we know what it's like trying to communicate with someone on the phone. I have MANY times walked away.

 

MY FAVORITE!!!!  Time limit!!!  If y'all had read any of my blog posts... you know. How i hate these lingering losers.



   I personally don't give a rat's ass how they dress. Just as long as they don't come in all mental narcissis-y.



I worked bars. Do you see a chair?? Do you HAVE to stand there and gawk at me??? You look like an idiot. Get the hell away from the bar and go sit down somewhere.



I could care less, but of course cash makes everything easier. But why would a narcissist make anything easy?

Monday, October 3, 2011

I see that you CAN read

  We have about fifteen different kind of  filled donuts. In a showcase where the name of the filled donuts are in big readable letters, right under the donut. And our filled donuts are all on the right side of the showcase.  And this customer that comes in every now and then has ordered many times before, knows this.
It's not too big of a line, it's going pretty quick, so when he steps up to the front i grab a dozen donut box, because he gets a dozen donuts every time. Leaning all over the counter (of course).... 'what kind of filled donuts do you have?' looking into the showcase. 

I say nothing because maybe he's just kinda thinking out loud and he's not really asking me. Until he.... looks at me.  Box in hand, eyebrows raised (as in wtf) i gesture to a couple of donuts in the showcase... and say, strawberry....rasberry. And i stop right there. He looks into the showcase at the ones i pointed out and says..pointing and looking back and forth at me and the donuts... 'i see you have lemon...apple'


                                       
I soo want to say ... "And i see that you CAN read"

You see... he CAN SEE... the other filled donuts... he just wants me to READ it FOR him.

But i say... "sir, i have many and they all tell you what kind they are"... i point to the big readable labels, under the donuts!!!  'oh, okay... umm'

Did he want me to name every single filled donut we have??  Why?
He obviously CAN read. He's been in many times before. Stupid ass... tripping... narcissist trying to get his narcissistic supply from me?? I don't have time for that bullshit.  I don't remember him acting like an idiot before! I waited on him many times! Was he really testing me for idiocy?? Not with me you crazy narc!!!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Questionable Scribble on a Starbucks Cup


I have been trying for the past hour to get the video for this story onto my blog page, but it won't let me. It's the story of the day on AOL news... easy to google.

It seems a Starbucks regular customer got some questionable scribble on her Starbucks cup. Everyone knows how i feel about those regulars. But it's the sit-down, hang around all day... regulars.....

I have no problem with the regulars that come in everyday and take their stuff ..... to go. Most of the time. If they piss me off, i'm just happy that they are taking their stuff... to go... and i know i won't have to endure their idiocy for too long.

Starbucks has got to be a chaotic-ly crazy place to work. Imagine rush hour(s).  Sooo many different kinds of coffees... teas... hot and cold. Squirt of this... drizzle of that... oh my God... i don't think i could learn all the different kinds of drinks they have to make. Kudos to them. 

I don't know what happened inside that Starbucks that day of the questionable scribble.... i wasn't there. But i would never have the nerve... or want to.... scribble words on a coffee cup that look like bitch... and hand it to a customer. That takes some balls.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Use: Veggies On Your Skin?

An article on beauty i read on Aol
There are a bunch of garden-fresh goodies that boost your complexion -- cucumbers on your eyes are just the beginning. "One I really love that I use on my celebrity clients is raw potato, sliced and rubbed under your eyes to help with puffiness, dark circles and inflammation," says Deborah Burnes, CEO and founder of Sumbody and author of "Look Great, Live Green." Burnes recommends leaving the slice on for five minutes, then swapping out for a new piece.

"Another great old adage is cabbage water -- our grandmothers never threw out leftover water when they boiled cabbage, and it works well if you store it in a spray bottle in the fridge and use it as a toner," she says. Burnes also suggests trying the water from cooking kale, spinach or broccoli (even though we don't often boil veggies anymore!).
                                                  
                                                                End of Article

Here's some beauty advice from me. First, take that cucumber or any other fruit or vegetable OFF your face   .... PUT it in your mouth!!! And EAT it!!!

Yes, for crying out loud.....EAT your fruit and vegetables. Get those raw fruits and raw vegetables INTO your body. Does WONDERS for your skin and overall health. Imagine that.

Good Grief... smearing this, smearing that .... laying there all uncomfortable .... waiting for cucumber juice to get under your skin...... EAT IT!!!!

..... But don't eat (a lot)  potatoes..... so fattening.

LMAO. Spraying cabbage water? all over you?? ....... Here's a novel concept.... ready?....  EAT IT!!!!  Eat it!... and your done!  It doesn't get more healthier than that!!

Spray water on yourself ....that you use from boiling kale (wth is that anyways?), spinach and broccoli? Omg.....  EAT IT!!!

So my advice basically is... use your favorite moisturizer, EAT a couple of your favorite fruit or vegetable.... have a glass of water...... do this everyday and after a week or two you will look marvelous and feel great!!

*Sigh*....PwoodeeCoo has spoken.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Two and a Half Men- Ashton Kutcher


Without reading any reviews ... yet, on Two and a Half Men's episode last night, i'm going to say mine.

I was disappointed. I was surprised that the writers made Ashton Kutcher's character.... stupid. Straight out of  That 70's Show. And he was hilarious on that show, but enough.

Why do producers, writers insist on playing this man as stupid. Maybe future episodes will ease up on that shit, but i was very surprised last night. I felt bad for Mr. Kutcher, he wasn't getting the genuine laughs from the audience that Charlie used to get... and  it is not his fault. It's the writers. I hope they give his character as much character as Charlie had and that the rest of the cast already have. And ease up on the not funny stupid.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Milky Way Simply Caramel: Pool



Oh yes! How appetizing! I am going to buy a candy bar i envision having a pube in it! Or pit hair! Or frumunduh cheese. Or whatever kind of dingle-berry.... crud... from a butt crack.  Gross!

Butt hair, leg hair. Dead skin cells. Scabies. Yuck. People... who make a lot of money... all sat around a big table.. and decided... Yes, this is the commercial for our product!

Seriously, how disgusting.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Angry Mother Nature can be a Bitch


I can certainly relate. I lost, completely... my entire house to a hurricane back in '08.  And that headline... "I haven't cried yet..."  Is so true.

I didn't break down until i saw the (not there) house a second time a month later. Walking around my property... other people's things scattered everywhere, someone's kitchen flloor, their sink still attached to some pipes, smack in the middle where my living room... was.

I didn't have anything to go thru. I prepared for the hurricane. Put everything from outside... inside. Even tho the house was on pilings, i put everything inside the house that i could... high up... so the water wouldn't get it. But i didn't believe i would get that much water in my house. The storm surge isn't going to be that bad.

Yeah, i'm probably going to have a mess to clean when i get back (family and i evacuated)... i even mentally told my house... see you in a few days... i looked around while at the door fixin' to lock it up... hoping eveything will be.. okay. And in the middle of the night, in the darkness, with only a small bag of clothes and toiletries, we fled.

Some 400 miles away at a hotel, watching the news a couple of days later, we heard of the destruction.

For a week they wouldn't let us come into town. I was so curious... not worried, because my house has been thru many hurricanes... i was just curious to see what damage i had... and i was anxious to see my things, if they are okay.

I simply refused that fucker of a storm...took my house...and everything in it... completely.

So we (family) look and look around. We pick up anything we could dig with and scour a quarter mile radius. We find some of our clothes in the sludge, rotted, here and there. My brand new washer and dryer, not a year old a block away, badly beaten.

My pictures, my photos, from so many years... gone. I was so wishing to find those, maybe i can salvage a few... no. Looking, digging, crying... please let me find them... they are in a big tupperware box... if i could only find that box.... no.

Neighbors standing, looking in disbelief.    walking around, poking and proding... digging... looking for anything that looks familiar, from their homes. I find a little glass knick-knack thingy... intact.. partly in the sludge. It's not really dirty... i put it on a tree branch laying on the ground. Maybe someone walking by will recognize it as theirs and be happy to see it.

As i walk up a block or so, i can't believe what i see. A little glass jewelry box ( i kept cotton balls in) i had on my dresser in my bedroom... sitting on top of a piling laying on the ground... intact. Someone put it there as i did just a little while ago... with someone else's knick-knack. Bittersweet, i pick it up, tears... i whisper, 'my God, what happened'

To this day i think of that house as almost a person. I cry to the terror it went thru when that fucker hurricane was beating it down and finally the ocean surge finished it off.   

But i am grateful we are alive. We didn't stay for the hurricane, but some did. And only some survived.



Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Home Haters

  
I've been hearing a lot lately from the Coffee Shop that some of the regulars are hanging around a Diner here in town. Oh, they still come into the Coffee Shop, but when we close they head that way.

When we open... practically in the middle of the night... maybe one or two come in. The others are at the... Diner. It was really getting out of hand. We are trying to work, getting ready for the morning rush, and these bozo's sitting there with a coffee constantly talking to us. NOT to each other, but bothering us, the employees.

I have mentioned earlier in one of my posts how i have mastered ignoring them. And after ALL these years, i feel GOOD. It's nice and quiet now at the Shop in the mornings. I get to do my work and wait on actual customers buying stuff.

Afternoons are quiet-ing down, just a little too. How i wish that dick that comes in every single afternoon would just go away. I had told my boss that there IS going to be an altercation one day. We already had some words in the recent past.

So what is it with these people that don't like their homes? They clearly are at the Coffee Shop... a lot. AND they hang out at the Diner... as well, probably... a lot.

I can see going out for the day... even all day. But WHY at the same places every... single... day. And for MANY years. Some at the same time.  Same seat.

And when do they actually clean their homes? They're never there. Do they pay ANY attention to their homes. What is the purpose?  Just to sleep??  

Do they have any idea the feeling of getting up in the morning... or whatever time they get up.... and LOOKING around their home and spending some time in it????  Some have backyards. Imagine?? HOME HATERS!!



                                                       

And it was my... my home that i loved so much... that was so brutally taken away.
                                                             

Saturday, September 10, 2011

I'm frightened and confused


Lord have mercy. There is no horror movie character that can scare me more than this. Because this is real, this is part of our society. Not just an idiot, but a dangerous one at that.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Sugarland - Stay



Oh for the love of....

Crying. Begging. For him to... stay. And a married man at that... the song, heartbreaking beautiful it is.... is about a woman, in love with a married man, begging that married man to... stay... with her.

Not only is he married, he's mentally defective. He has to be to inflict that kind of pain to his wife... and his mistress.  THATS NOT LOVE, IT'S MENTAL SICK!!!

Say it with me people... nnnaaarrrccciiissssiiiisssst... NARCISSIST!!!!

Married or not! Man OR Woman. Don't CRY. Don't BEG ANY asshole-holic narcissist to STAY!!!!!

Lonely??? It's better to be ALONE, not LONELY, than to lay there and CRYYYYY for a chump.

Oh HELL no! I could kick my own STUPID ass for all those times i layed there and cried.. for a chump????

I look back sometimes laughing, shaking my head and saying to myself... idiot. And not really an idiot that i let these narcissists emotionally beat me so bad .... but that i begged them to STAY and keep doing it to me. Some for years. One for 8 years.

The last one, couple years ago, i wasn't looking for it (i was happy with my friend with benefits at the time) but he was so cute and persistent and yeah, i fell hard in love. BUT i was telling myself to watch out. Oh, i acted normal as did he, .... love, you know, everything perfect for the first three months. It feels so real, i was starting to think, well maybe. Then..... something was not right. With a narcissist you can't explain it, but i was feeling really nervous. He was always looking for a fight i guess, is the best way to describe it.

I swear with every being in me, i went along with it.... acting as if i was an emotional wreck... because i wanted to 'study' this narc. Watching him, listening to him. I was fascinated. Sure, i'm still in 'love' with him, i'm even hoping i'm wrong and it's just a phase on his part.

About three months later, he was having another drama queen moment but this time he was implying that he cheated on me.

I  knew it, i knew it, i was ready for this. I remember acting like it about killed me. I was trying so hard to cry... for effects you know. It was emotional but i could not cry. I was making cry faces and pleading to him "why? why (name)? ... blah, blah blah" He says "i see how you look at your neighbor, i see how the guys from your job look at you"... blah blah blah.... Christ. So not true, just the narcissist being a narcissist.

By now, i am relaxing my facial and body expressions. I start to slowly smile, looking right at him. "Your a gotdamn  narcissist aren't you? Son of a bitch, i'll be damned, your a gotdamn narcissist" I am really smiling now.

I will NEVER forget the look on his face. He didn't know WHAT to think. Swear, he says "maybe i am"

I say...."well holy shit"

And sure it hurt. We always think well, this is the one. But this time the pain wasn't where i couldn't eat, i couldn't sleep, couldn't concentrate. I thought of him everyday for the next couple of months, but after that... nothing.   And THAT is the greatest feeling.  

You Have Money Over There, They tell me

A quiet afternoon at the Coffee Shop.  A customer who was sitting down at the counter gets up and leaves..... and leaves me a dollar tip under the coffee cup. I am aware the customer is leaving and i thank them for coming in, have a great day... hope you come by again. I sincerely mean that as i smile and wave them good-bye. So nice to wait on normal customers.
As i'm finishing up wiping around the coffee machine and our coffee cup area... i notice the local regular sitting there (always, you know it)  seems to be a little quiet. I'm thinking, this dick is up to something.

I had this sick feeling he's thinking of something to say to piss me off any second now.

                                                               SURE ENOUGH!!!

In the dead silence he says... "You have money over there"  Still wiping the coffee machine i slowly turn my head to him... he's pointing to where the nice customer was sitting.... "I know" i say, half ass smiling to him. I continue cleaning. He, "Oh.. oh.. i wasn't sure you knew that (clearing throat)... yeah, sorry (clearing throat)"


This particular local narcissist ain't sorry. He's always calling me over for something or another he does not need, just being a pest. He has called me over and when i get there he says "never mind'... TRUE. Last time he did that... months ago... i just looked at him, turned around and said out loud, "oh hell no"  He hasn't done it since. I also told him, outright, at another time... "you make me nervous." You see, a narcissist wants to see how far he can push you. He wants to see how far he can go with someone who is working and HAS to be professional. It's nothing short than a piece of shit, who can go into a public place and 'narcissist' people who are working.   




This narcissist told me AND pointed to go there and get the money. It was a command.

Aside from this narcissist, a local regular who comes into a coffee shop... a diner or any small restaurant and sits there everyday ALWAYS does that. They let you, the waitress , know that you have money.... over there.

DO THEY THINK I DON'T SEE!!! THE DOLLAR!!! OVER THERE???!!!  IT'S MONEY!!!!

EVERYBODY SEES MONEY!!!!!  WITHOUT EVEN DIRECTLY LOOKING AT IT... ON THE COUNTER ESPECIALLY!!!!  A WAITRESS ESPECIALLY!!!! THAT'S WHY I'M HERE!!!! AT WORK!!!!  MONEY!!!!!!  SO I CAN EAT AND PAY MY BILLS!!!!!!!!

I HAVE MONEY OVER THERE????? REALLY???? YOU IDIOT????

You Must Live Here, They Ask

So busy this past weekend, Labor Day Weekend... whole summer was so busy.  Tourists coming in, spending lots of money. How nice for the Coffee Shop.

Can't the local regulars stay the hell away? At least the busy as hell hours??? The hours we are trying to make money for the business?

Bullshit... to run over and get him/her, sitting there, got all day.... a coffee and maybe a donut for a dollar and a half (IF that) when there's a customer in line, in a hurry to get in and out... and spending some damn good money.

Okay, i understand they are 'customers'  to some eyes. But to many.... they are NUTS and are recognizable as regulars who come in everyday and take up time and seats for our spending good money customers.

I have over-heard it every place i have worked at. Tourists come in, sit down. There's a local regular sitting as well..... "you must live here" tourists asks.... "come here everyday?"   The local regular gets  the hint.... 'must live here'   here ... as in ... in the shop. The local regular will get defensive...  arch the back a little, deep breath and proudly announce "yep, (how many) years.

Yeah, you must live here. You bet your ass they do.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

What a Summer

 What a summer! Almost over... i think too soon. If i wasn't at work, i had my little granddaughter, and we spent it at the Water Park. I'm not sure who had more fun, lol.  


What a hot as hell summer, too. But that doesn't stop the local regulars from coming in EVERYDAY! Sheesh, they come in with their whews and their omg's and their wow it's hot .... well, it can't be too hot for your ass to come out in it!!!!      

Some days was so damn hot I didn't go out!!!

So okay, me and my granddaughter were regulars at the Water Park (and still have two more days, Monday and Tuesday) this past summer, as the last too. But we were not idiots!  Not like the idiots in front of us in line... in line to get our bracelets.

Usually the line goes fast, but then you have the idiots who get up to the window and ask a million questions about the prices and blah blah blah. THERE'S A BIG GIANT SIGN WITH ALL THE PACKAGES AND PRICES!!!!!!   READ IT BEFORE OR WHILE YOUR IN LINE.... DUMBASSES!!!!!!!!

And when ordering food at the Park.... i don't stand there... ugh.... umm... do you have....

What the hell??!! While in line.. i look at the menu!!!!! When i get to the window... i say One hamburger and fries meal please, with a Coke.   HOW HARD IS THAT??????

 But what a summer. Tourists. Lots of tourists. Streets are packed.  And on on the weekends it's worse. I don't get how the locals spend SO MUCH time in that traffic, that HEAT just to get to the Coffee Shop... EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.  Especially today, one of them looked like he was going to pass out... but... have to get to the Coffee Shop... have to.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Beetle Bailey


The funnies were really funny today. Just like Garfield in my previous post. Im laughing so hard i can hardly breathe. 

This one blew my mind.

Chink?????

I really REALLY don't get this 'comic'  All i can say is Mr.Greg and Mort Walker (the comedians and writers?)  you guys are STUPID IDIOTS.