Showing posts with label post in english. Show all posts
Showing posts with label post in english. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

...and I walk!

Once again the stone cold winter is back in Boston. Even though every year is the same I can never fully quite understand why I feel so down during this time of year. I don’t think it’s the cold itself because Decembers are usually cold but all the Christmas activity keeps me out and about. I think the lack of sunlight mixed with the absense of fun outdoor activities is probably what depresses me the most!

Regardless I take the time to stroll around my city and I take the time to just take it all in….the sounds…the smells (some of which are aweful…lol) the sights…

For now I bundle up and walk around to the beat of a summer song blaring through my earbuds as my phone begs me to put it back in my pocket. I walk and I wait…I wait until the warm weather that makes Boston summers feel like a tropical paradise (minus the palm trees and the drinking on the sidewalks) return….all the while I stay thankful. Thankful that I can enjoy the cold while waiting for the heat! This is what makes Boston special to me…in one year I can feel the coldest of cold winds streaming down through Dorchester straight from the artic tundras and I can experience the hot tropical humidity of a carribean day in the dog days of August. This is my Boston! For now I bundle up…step out into my city....and I walk!

Friday, February 18, 2011

REAL?

Real?
***
It seems as if everyone today is claiming to be real
But they're all about the money, the jewelry, the sex appeal.
Now-a-days people don't make music without longing for a deal.
Nobody just sits and writes a verse proclaiming what they feel.
*****
Men don't wanna raise their babies....they make 'em and they peel.
Ghetto mothers watching Maurywhile their kids kill and are killed.
Wars are fought by the poor so the rich can reap resources and make profits.
The poor look up at pulpits and listen to promises from prophets.
*****
Some sit in a church and worship hoping they get into heaven.
Why do diety's collect 30% of what you're gettin'?
Why's the pastor driving a beamer and we're all sardined into the T?
Does the pastor think that Jesus used to bling like Jay-Z?
*****
Everyone looks into the heavens and plead with God to win the lottery
But a bum asks for some change and y'all are like "Ewww...don't bother me!"
You're against animal cruelty yet you kill rodents and insects with venom\
Or you trap 'em in a mouse trap and to the trash you send 'em.
*****
Some go clubbing and buy liquor with the cash on their EBT
And get mad at their child for his bad grades....the kid can't see.
Instead of buying him glasses they fill glasses up with patrón
While their children of 12...8...and 4 sit at home bored all alone.
*****
It's Friday!! Time for shopping for some clothes & booze
While your son, whom you don't know, has holes in his shoes.
While you're lookin' fresh to death and lookin' for a boo'...
Your son is being bullied for wearing high waters to school.
*_*_*_*
Seems like the word "real" has lost its meanging and its essence.
So many fakes talking "real shit" in my presence....
I AM a REAL MAN....a real person who's never alone
Because my family is my realness...is my home!
BE REAL!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Where Is God?

Where is God?
**********
A rich man gets into his private plane to fly...
While a Haitian mother feeds her babies mud pies...
A toddler gets raped by a trusted adult...
A prisoner is executed and was never at fault...
***
A child is born at a brothel with AIDS...
A teacher gets fired, the rest underpaid...
A man kills his girlfriend, through the neck with a knife...
A man is poisoned with dinner in his house by his wife...
***
A child is pregnant and has nothing to give...
A fetus isn't given an opportunity to live...
A woman pays her rent for her home in her bed...
A teenager at a party gets shot in the head...
***
A one armed African is forced to pick rocks from a pit...
A government gets rich while the people eat shit...
A Hispanic looks north and yearns the American Dream...
From the north they look south as they arrogantly deem...
***
A man is imprisoned for migrating the Earth...
A child is addicted to heroin at birth...
A country spends billions occupying other nations...
But complain about spending on healthcare reformations.
***
While our country sends men into space and the moon...
A family in the ghetto doesn't eat well at noon...
I wonder if all of this is part of His plan...
The rich man's private plane safely lands...

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Dress Codes at the Club!

What's with all the dress codes in the clubs now a days? It's ridiculous! It's like saying "We don't trust you ghetto motherfuckers in your own, everyday attire so we will force you to dress like something you are not and just pray to the gods that no one feels like shooting up the damned place!"
It is ridiculous because then you end up with a 27 year old guy who has worked in McDonalds since he was 14 and is now part of the lower echelon of management (I.E. SUPERVISOR!). He makes 9 bucks an hour but when in the club he looks like he makes 100 thousand bucks a year thanks to Marshall's and the poor college student who is grinding on his $5.99 dollar pants doesn't know that later on in the night she will be told to be quiet by the supervisor because his 12 year old brother in the top bunk mught wake up and he doesn't want any more problems with his mom dukes!

These are the "show up at the club drunk" motherfuckers because they can't afford the liquor at the club so we might as well put some money into the liquor store at the hood (I'm guilty of this too but the difference is I ADMIT IT!).

I was at the club last Friday and I even saw my boy dropping of his girlfriend's sister at the club. The fucked up thing is that he is the security guard at the shelter where she lives with her 4 children. WTF?

It's messed up too because if it just happens to be latin night you will see a whole bunch of these ladies hooking up witht he ugliest dudes and it only makes you wonder "What does she see in this dude?" Then it finally clicks when you are in the parking lot looking for your car half drunk and you hear the beautiful voice of one of these fine latin girls ask their newfound hubbies "So, since when have been a citizen?"

Anyways, I have much work to do and little time to do it so I'll let it be for now!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Ghetto

Today, during my lunch break, I took a walk around the Downtown area (Boston) and, to my surprise, I saw a long time friend that I had not seen in about 4 years. It was so great to see this friend because I instantly remembered all the great times we had had and also I remembered how close we were during our High School years.
After catching up on the basic things (family, life style, etc) he asked me where I was living.



"I'm still living in Upham's Corner!"

"Why are you still there? Don't you have a good job?"

"I have a great job!"

"Well why do you still live in the ghetto?"

"Cuz I'm from there. I've always lived there and I don't see why I have to leave."

"Um....HELLOOOOO....maybe because its full of crack-heads and people get killed there everyday!"

"Man, you're crazy!"

"I'm serious! You need to move out of there...."




Now, I do understand his concearn because, I'm not gonna sit here and say that Dorchester is the greatest neighborhood in Boston, but at the same time I feel like I shouldn't have to move because of a couple of assholes that live in the community. For the most part, the people that live in my community are hard working and there are many profesionals who decided to buy homes in Dorchester because of the convenience that living in the inner city gives. I have all the train and bus lines right there in my neighborhood and anything I need is always less than a five minute drive away. Plus, most of my friends live there and it is where I am me. I know I could probably afford to live in a suburb somewhere but.....why? I like it here!


It made me a little sad because, I think, people are afraid of places that they don't even know. I have been to the worst places in United States, Puerto Rico, and Dominican Republic and there is one universal attribute that all poor communities share with each other and that is the closeness of your neighbors. In the rich neighborhoods, people don't give a shit about each other. People live their whole lives not knowing what it is like to share a beer while sitting on the bench of a park with 20 friends and making jokes into a hot summers night. People in the suburbs don't know what it is to be walking home from a party at 2 in the morning and seeing your neighbor passed out in someone's lawn and having to help that friend all the way to his house because he can't do it by himself and the making fun of him for the next month because of it. Sure, people get shot and people get robbed and all of that...but when poor people love they do it with the whole heart. Where there is poverty there will always be a bond that no dollar can ever replace. That is why a lot of people that come from countries such as Puerto Rico or Dominican Republic talk about their home lands with a twinkle in their eye. Because when you get rid of the plasma TV's, the cell phones, the computers, and the fireplace, all you have left is that memory of the love that your friends and family gave when you were poor. And that is why I hold on to my neighborhood.....that s why I still live in the ghetto!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

So Stimulated

Today I received news, as soon as I walked in through my office doors, that the new stimulus package bill was signed by our wonderful Barack Obama! I was so exited as I was just thinking in all the new things I would be able to indulge myself with. I had thoughts of going out and having some fun for a change!

So I anxiously sat at my cubicle waiting for the mail room worker to pass out the check!! I open up my check to find that my great stimulus that was so eagerly and fiercely defended by those who represent us in the halls of congress was a measly 30 dollars. 30 friggin' dollars? Now, I am not one to discuss my finances publicly (it ain't like I'm a public official or nothin') but I make well over a thousand bucks per pay period. So the fact that such a big deal was made for 30 bucks was like a huge slap in the face to my intelligence.


To add insult to injury I'm here listening to the news and the "poor" people of America are raving with the actions of this new president because I guess they will be getting more money in food stamps and welfare checks and I don't even know what else (probably the cheese quality will go up too).


It makes me wonder, why the hell do I even work? I should put my "baby momma" in a shelter somewhere while I start to sell crack out of an abandoned house down in Roxbury somewhere. When she gets her apartment down at the projects then I can sell crack from there. After that I can lower her rent by making her pregnant like 6 more times therefore making the welfare check larger, the food stamps plenty, and rent free! This means I will be able to get a 450 inch plasma for the living room and slightly smaller ones for each bedroom and park my Escalade with its 70 inch rims right in front of one of the "poorest" neighborhoods in Boston! Just thinking that this is the real way some people think makes me sick.

I know that this is a recurring theme on this blog and I apologize to my readers but it's just that I feel so strongly about this. I just hate this Robin Hood shit that is happening in this country where rich get richer, the poor live like they're rich, and us, the working class, carries the load.....or should I say takes the load right in the middle of the asshole!

Gosh I'm mad! Fuck the stimulus....let me keep more of my own money! Better yet, let me decide where I can put this money. Instead of sending it to Iraq I'd send it to the department that fixes the holes in my damned street! Instead of fighting hunger in Ethiopia I would fight hunger at a senior citizens home! Instead of fighting AIDS in the Congo I would fight crime here by using that money to give teenagers jobs in the summer. There are so many problems here and these "do-gooders" motherfuckers want to solve problems everywhere else! Well, this is my rant for the day.....let me get back to work!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Wine Cooler

I get off work yesterday at about 3pm due to some system problems we were having and well I had nothing better to do so I called my boy up to see what he was doing. After talking to him for a couple of minutes he asks "Dude, what are you doing tonight? If you're not doing anything then go by that bar place 'The Lounge' in downtown.....my girl is having her birthday there tonight."

After some slight hesitation, it being a wednesday night and all, I said "fuck it" and went. I go into the place thinking I'm walking into a club or a lounge or some sort of chillaxing place....um....I walk into like a giant box with those foldable metal chairs stacked up in a corner and on the other corner there was a wicca witch looking white girl handing out beverages. I go to the wicca witch first.


"Hi, are you the bartender?"

"No...tee hee....I'm just helping out by passing out the drinks."

"Oh...ok....cool. Um...what do you have back there?"

"Well, I have many things....what do you want?"

"Um....let me just get a Corona, then."

"No...we don't have beer....sorry."

"Ok....black label and coke?"

"Um....no!"

"Ok....what do you have!"


At this point she pulls out like 40 different flavors of wine coolers. Wine coolers?


"Do you have any alcohol?"

"Ha ha ha....very funny.....this IS alcohol silly!"


Fuck! So I take the damned Rasberry drink and go grab a chair when my boy comes up to me to say hello.


"Hey, so you got a drink already!"

"Dude....where the fuck are the real drinks man? They had like wine coolers and water! At least give me a Coke or a Pepsi....but this wine cooler stuff?"

"My bad man but my girl didnt want to have 'real' alcohol here because her uncle had alcoholic tendencies."

"so her uncle is an alcoholic?"

"Was an alcoholic!"

"Was?"

"Yea.....was!"

"So they're afraid he might relapse or something?"

"Nah....that dude is dead....he died like 3 years ago!"

"So what the fuck am I sitting here drinking this damned shit for?"

"I don't know dude.....she just doesnt like alcohol."


Anyways, as soon as I took my first gulp (I was thirsty) I instantly felt like I had to take a huge shit. I don't know what it is about this slightly syruppy carbonated splashed with alcohol drink has that as soon as it hits my stomach lining it makes me want to just spew hot molten shit from my ass! I hate wine coolers! I ended up drinking some tap water and going home early......they also forgot to get a radio!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A Poem From Years Ago

When I was a teenager, I'm guessing just like many teenagers, I had a complicated concept of what life was supposed to be. Everything was melodramatic and everything had to have a thrill or it was just not worth living. Anyway, I was going through some old things of mine and I found this poem that I wrote a long time ago. I interests me to read it and think that at some point I too was a dreaming teen. Enjoy...


Life isn't worth living if you're not here
I know you want me to disappear
You don't want to love me anymore
You told me standing by the door
***
I wish I could just turn away
But there is no wishing now a day
I fell like the ashes in an ashtray
That if hit by the wind will forever go away
***
Away is where we both want to be
Somewhere far, or deep, where you can't see me
Deep under the ocean's rocks or in the earth itself
Or maybe as far away as Hell
***
There is only one way to get in through those gates
And after death that is what awaits
You said yourself I was gonna burn
From now until the ground or in an urn
***
Life is not a wonderful thing
At least not for me...sadness is what it brings
Maybe it's time for life to be no more
for me to close my eyes and let my spirit soar.
~Jonmicol~

Monday, December 1, 2008

Repeat This!!!

Ok people...I have yet another observation to share with you guys in form of a "kind-of" complaint. What the hell is it with people now a days that they need to repeat every damned thing you say in order to make you know that they heard you. Whate ever happened to just listening in the first place. Listen, I dont need you to say what I just told you in order to know that you heard what the fuck I had to say.Example, I'm in McDonalds at lunch break today and I say to the lady that is at the front counter

"I'd like a number 1, no pickles no onions, with a coke." Simple enough, right? Wrong! She says "Number 1 no pickles no onions and coke, right?""uhum." I respond"Is that all? she asks"Yes." I respond, again."So, that's one order of one number 1 no pickles no onions. right?""YES DAMNIT....gimme my damned food already" I think to myself!


It's like a collective retardedness is looming over the United States now a days because this has happened to me so much lately in many aspects of life and also with many types of people. Not just the McDonald's employees but also nurses and such.Example...I went to the doctors the other day because I had an abdominal pain for a couple of days that was bothering me. So a nurse comes to do a preliminary questionaire from Hell.

"What brings you here today?"

"I've got a pain in my abdominal area that has been bothering me lately"

"Hmm, that's weird....so your belly hurts?"

At this point I'm thinking "belly? Am I five years old? I thought I said 'abdominal area'" but I respond with "Yes!"

"Okay, Ill send the Doctor in"



See what I mean? It's like people are walking around so unsure of their ability to comprehend one another that they need to hear everything 3 times. Twice from you and once from themselves. It's so annoying and time consuming. That is why I am starting the "walk-away movement". The way that works is that if your retarded ass can't understand or insists on me repeating everything I say I am simply going to walk away from you. If I need to tell the McDonald's lady my order more than once then I walking into Wendy's.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Child Abuse

This morning as my family and I scrambled to get ready to go to work I couldn't help but over hear a story headlining the Fox25 News. A woman had thrown a car seat with the child still in it into the hallway of the apartment building that she was living in. Now, as a father, I know that sometimes these kids make you want to pull out patches of your silky smooth hair but that is still no reason to abuse these helpless people. I just don't understand how someone can think the way they do when it comes to children. you wouldn't come up to me and try and throw me if I were crying because you know I'd probably put you into the figure 4 and wait for you to tap out. Yet they go and beat these kids in a horrible way that amazes the hell out of me. Thankfully, the child was not seriously hurt tho a neighbor commented "he lookeded dizzy as fuck, yo!" I hope he is doing good.
This leads me to the topic of child abuse. I know sometimes a kid might get out of order and say something that you might have to scold him. I understand that if the child runs into the street after being told NO that maybe a spanking could prevent the child from going back into the street. But I have seen people beating their kids in walmart because the child was hungry and crying. HELLOOOOOOOOO....what the hell is wrong with people. If my son is crying and I ask him "Whats wrong?" and he says "I'm hungry!" I am already guilty of not feeding the child for a while. But then after that some people want the kid to wait while they keep picking out some cheap ass drapes for their tiny living room while their child just sits there dizzily crying for some food. Then they wonder why the children grow up and go on Maury to tell you that they hate the shit out of you.

Now I don't intend to tell people how to raise theuir children but I will give a couple exampleof when the parents take frustrations out on their kids when in fact they are the ones that are at fault...


1. Don't get mad when your child eats cookies that you left at their reach while also leaving the child unattended.


2. Don't get mad when the child spills a gallon of milk when you should have been puring the milk for them.


3. Don't be frustrated when your child cries over McDonald's....children love McDonalds.


4. Do not get angry if your child destroys your house if you were in your room watching TV.


5. Don't get angry if your child wakes you up too early on Saturday morning to watch cartoons. It's a child and they like cartoons. Don't want to be awake too early....stop FUCKING so you don't have kids!


These are just some examples of thousands that I can think of. It just makes me mad evertime that I hear of some low self-esteemed asshole beating a kid for something that is easily fixed with some love, car, and attention from a parent. That's All!!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Land of the Free, Home of the RUDE

My feet were starting to get cold. There is no use complaining about it because, well, I live in Boston, MA. November is supposed to be cold. So I decide to go to the CVS store downstairs from my job to see if they have a space heater os something like that to keep my toes warm.
I make my way into the store and go straight to the isle where I'm sure I'll find a mini electric heater. Seems like they're all gone. Since I worked in CVS when I was a teenager I know that sometimes they have the product you may want or need in the backroom and they just haven't had the time (and sometimes they haven't cared enough) to bring the product out onto the floor so that the customers can buy the damned items. I go up to one of the young ladies (and I will kindly say that she was a hefty one "I.E. FAT". I don't know what the hell it is in this country but the fatter the person the moodier they are....WTF?) and ask her if there was a chance that they still had the heaters in the back room.

"Pshhhh....I don't know if they got them thangs in the back!" says miss piggy with an attitude

DAMN YOU....I think to myself. Why is she acting like im disturbing her. She is just standing there doing nothing. She is merely just gazing into oblivion and probably thinking about cookies or some shit.

"Maam, could you please check if you have any more of the heaters back there so that I can purchase the item?" I ask with a passive aggressive tone in my voice.

Then this tub-o-lard does something that made me wonder about her intelligence. She calls a manager to the front using a phone in one of the isle. She then turns to me and says "A manager is gonna meet you in the front of the store cuz I'm stocking shelves and shit so I can't leave here just for no heater."

Stocking what shelves? She was just standing there day dreaming about muffin mountains and whipped cream waffles. I sweat to God that this is gonna be the decline of our society. This is the equivalant of the Huns burning down Rome (or was it the Visigoths? Who cares!!) So, annoyed as I was , I go to the front of the store and wait....FOR ABOUT 10 MINUTES! What service...sheesh! The manager, a little asian guy who could hardly speak english comes down fron the office that over-looks the store. He came down those stairs as if Jesus Christ descending from a cloud coming to claim what is rightfully his here on earth.

so Mr. 4 feet eleven inches made his way to my side of the store and asks "What is problem?"

I explain to short shit what the problem was and he goes "No heater no more!"

"So you telling me that there aren't anymore heaters in the store?"

"No heaters, no more!" says Hong Kong with more of an attitude

"Ok sir, I understand, will you be getting a shipment anytime soon?"

"No HEATER, NOOOO MORE!" yells the impatient oriental!

I also tried to explain that Mrs Weighty over there refused to give me service as she fancied some sort of value meal and all this miniature Atila had to say was "She very work hard for me her job. You buy more or you don't buy. She good work"

I just sighed really deep and left the store. There is no use in trying to convince jelly-belly and Mr. Wong that as a paying customer I had the right to know if they had any damned heaters in the back room (paying customer from all the red bulls and other crap that I buy there on a daily basis.) But who am I to tell em how to run their business, right? What crappy service in CVS today!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

No Smoking In the United States


While wiping the cold out of my eye this morning, I couldn't help but notice that on FOX25 news there was a story running about how law makers were trying to ban the sale of cigarettes anywhere but in a licensed smoke shop. WTF? So you mean that if I wanted to sit down and have a bottle of Jack Daniels and a box of newports on a fine weekend afternoon I'd have a better chance of finding a bag of week and some moonshine? I am aware of the dangers of smoking and am also aware that a lot fo people are disgusted by smoke and want it banned but who the hell thinks they have the right to tell me that I can't have a cigarette with my whiskey?Why does this country feel the need to impose so many pointless laws while ignoring bigger issues? I just don't get it. I say to the people that hate smoke....DON'T SMOKE ASSHOLE!!! But leave me the hell alone if I want to take a couple puffs of my cigarette while watching copd on saturday night. I hate these people who think that everyone gives a shit about the things that they give a shit about. Honestly, I don't give a shit about whales, the atmosphere is fucked whether I drive a Hummer or a Hybrid, and I really don't care about saving the forrests of California (I live in a city in Massachussetts, why would I care if Malibu, CA is burning into hell?) I don't mean to sound like a cynic or a pessimist but these "do-gooders" are just making me sick. Every corner you turn these assholes feel the need to tell you what is good and what is bad and what I have to do for the environment. I'll beleive that you are truly for nature when I see you shitting on a tree trunk and wiping your ass with a pine cone. It's these same exact people that want ot ban everything on earth. Say no to alcohol and to smoking and to gas-guzzling. Let's all pul out our guitars, hold hands, and sing kumbaya my lord into the night....um....how about a big ole healthy, heaty Fuck OFF! I want to smoke and drive an SUV. I want to get drunk and have sex! I want to party and drink cheap coffee at Dunkins (Starbucks is for people who have too much money because they spend $12 a month on gas and need to buy expensive coffee to make up for it). I live in the country of Freedom and Liberty so let me be free to do all these things! I don't bother you! How about I try to ban Tofu because it taste like Turkey Shit? How about banning Vegan restauraunts because the food there sucks monkey assholes.

Truth is I'm just a little mad because everytime I turn around in this country someone is trying to ban something because they are against it. It's totally ridiculous. for example....gay marriage! I am not gay nor do I want to marry a man so what the hell do I care what they want to do. If two people that love each other and have the same sexual organs want to be miserably married than so be it! Why should some republican asshole (who is probably in the closet....or a stall in the airport) tell two men who probably are more morally sane than he is that they can't get married because he thinks that fudge packing men are sinners. Let em get married and if God realy doesn't like that sort of thing then God will deal with them when they DIE!


Another thing is ABORTION! I am against abortion. I think it is wrong to kill a human being even if still in the womb and I beleive that once the heart is beating it has a soul! But that is MY belief. Who am I to tell a woman "You can't have an abortion because I think it's wrong!" Men especially shouldn't have any opinion on this as they are not the ones who have to go in thereand have their bodies rummaged through.


With all if this said....i want to be able to go and buy cigarettes whenever I please and smoke em wherever I want. I already can't smoke in a bar for God's sakes so let me at least be able to go down to the store and buy cigarettes there! God Damn this law makers and their "moral high standards" of bullshit!

Monday, November 10, 2008

Racist Gummy Bears!!!


I was sitting at my job today eating gummy bears when I thought about how humans don't realize that we are just like these here gummies. No matter what color we are we are all made from the same materials and we all are the same on the inside. So whats the big deal? Doesn't it seem ridiculous for the orange gummies to hate the green one just because its green? This is the same way I feel about racism in humans. It's just as ridiculous without the funny. Just thought I'd give you guys a little somthing to think about!
P.S. For those who are wondering....yes I did take this picture. I took it with my brand spanking new G1 Phone!! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Friday, November 7, 2008

Alright, who put the shit in the microwave?

I'm waiting to pay for my italian sub and the whole time im just so anxious to get to the break room and sit down to eat my wonderful sandwich. I pay for the thing and scurry my way on up to the elevator and push the button. Can't wait to get up to the breakrom

After the ride on the elevator and the pushing through people and the stopping to answer a quick question I finally make it to the break room door. I stand there for a moment and enjoy knowing that soon I will be devouring my delicious sandwich!!!

I open the door and almost immediately a foul odor escaped as if imprisoned from the room and smacked me in the face twice (as many of you already know I am very sensitive to odors and HATE it when people do smelly shit!). I carefully make my way to the table where I sit daily all the while inspecting my surroundings. The whole time searching for wht went foul. AHA! I knew it had to be miss "I eat smelly shit all the time". The same person who comes in with a bowl full of onions and garlic and she washes this crap down with a little vinegar. The same person who will eat a fried fish with some curry goat al in the same plate. Today she had yet another smelly meal in front of her face but this time it wasn't anything recognizable. So I listen.

Turns out that the meal is some new trend (probably from south eastern asia from the smell of it) and she, being the "hip" person that she is wants to be one of the first to try out this new fetid fetish. She had the nerve to heat this malodorous meal in the company microwave and it was so funny when out Boss came into the room and said really loud "Alright people, who put the shit in the microwave and heated it?" PRICELESS!

To make a long story short I had to get out of this rancid ordeal rather quickly so I decided to finish my meal at my desk from where I am writing to you now. God, please help me find a solution to this putrid problem!!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Viagra: Side-Effects

"Do you have any questions about the medication or any of its possible side-effects?" asked the pharmacist.

"No. Thank you. Its actually for my grandfather." I respond and I take the packaging in my hand, pay for it, and leave the store.

I walked to my car and before putting the vehicle in drive I glance over at the packaging and see the name of the medecine. My grandfather got a prescription for viagra? I didn't know those two old farts were still doing the horizontal hokey-pokey. Anyhow, I drive all the way to my grandparents house and park the car. I go up the stairs and into the kitchen where my grandpa was anxiously waiting for me. Without saying a word he rips his pills out of the little paper bag and stuffs them in a sock drawer. Gosh, I think to myself. What some people will do for a good time.

I eat some food and talk to my grandfather for a little while. I realize that the papers that came with the medicine are still on the table and with my curiousity I open them up and start to read.

I'm not going to go through the whole thing but the thing that made me kinda scared for my dear old grandpa was the long ass list of possible side effects that this little blue pill has.

You might get a headache, a flush face, an upset stomach, you might get a little dizzy, have nasal congestion, you might get a urinary tract infection, you might have vision problems such as not being able to tell the difference between blue and green, blurred vision, sensitivity to light or you might just lose your vision all together, you may get sudden bursts of diarrhea, an unexplained rash, you might develop a respiratory infection, mild to severe back pain (although this also may be due to the fucking), flu-like symtoms, you might develop mild to severe joint pains (also due to the intesity of your fucking), allergies (doesnt explain if its like allergies to bees...which is severe...or allergies to spring time pollen which is merely annoying), migrains (might just be do to the fact that some people want to talk during the fucking...but what do I know), fainting (you might pass out with a hard on?), heart failure (fuck the passing out part...your heart could stop!), vomiting, dry mouth (so probably smoking some weed before the pill is a no no), anemia, loss of hearing, arthritis pains, muscle pain, depresion, seizures (really? in plural?), anxiety (probably before the hard on sets in, i think), prolonged erection without pain, prolonged erection with pain, insomnia, asthma, and loss of bladder control. Wow, that was a mouth full (no pun intended grandma'!)


IN RARE CASES there might even be some sudden death, stroke, bleeding within the brain, bleeding within the lungs, loss of short term memory, and it doesn't even protect against any forms of STD's including HIV (AIDS).


What some people will try for a boner, huh? Seems like the doctors sat around and just added all these shitty side-effects to see what was the limit that a man would go to before he said "Fuck that....I'll just stay with my erectile dysfunction. They should have added anal leakage of funny liquids not related to shit, just for fun I think!!



God Bless My Grandparents!!
P.S. All of the side-effects are in fact the ones that I read and have not made any of em up.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Fish & Chips

So here I am answering phones at work. I am steadily and efficiently answering thes phone calls and trying to do my part to minimize the work load for the company. Meticulously working to meet my customers needs and demands (since I am writing in english and my boss might be reading this I have to over state the working hard part. sorry guys!!). all of a sudden, a powerful odor saturated the air in the office and in doing so filled every orifice in my face with this God forsaken stench. I slowly arise from my cubicle and I start the investigation process...the process of figuering out what the hell the smell is. I was looking for a sign....a smelly sign. Could it be that the old man that works in the mail room has croaked and has been lying under a pile of papers for a couple of days? Might my boss still have the shits from the dengue fever he picked up while in an expedition in the jungles of Costa Rica last week? What on earth could that smell be? I finally look over one of my co-workers cubicle walls and (SIGH) there she is savouring the awefully cooked, hot, funky fish & chips dish. Smelled more like feet and shit if you ask me! I know the economy is bad but damn...there is no reason to be cooking your meals in a middle aged womans vagina! What the fuck are the fish sticks made of now a days? Smelled kinda like putrid mice with yeast infections....maybe she should pour some monistat 7 over the damn thing and call it a day!
Moral of the story: Stop eating nasty smelly shit and work....it bothers people even if they are nice enough to not blog about it!!