Oh fuck...

I forgot to put the NSFW work tab on...

Fuckin Thursdays.

Thursdays suck.

I tried to put a BAD ass blog entry in but it got fucked up when I tried to put the pics in.

Fuckin Thursdays....

Here is a link to some off site porn instead:

http://video.xnxx.com/video40299/Tera_Patrick_Dildo_PLeasure

HOLY SHIT!

I aint blogged in a min.

Money has been tight. Not because of the economy or lack of work. I am banking money like a champ. Right now, with other truck companys going under, we are tryin to stay afloat. We need to survive the year. New year = New Budget. Our parent company is promising to replace the '05 trucks with '10's... In case we dont survive, I need as much cash as I can get my hands on.

My dad is not well. He had to be shocked back 3 times the other day. They were unable to regulate his heartbeat through medication. They have instaled a pace maker... I think this is probably going to be the last straw. People seem optimistic, but he has slid downhill fast.

Mom can't take care of him or keep up with the work around the house. Things look rough. I am cleaning the joint up though. The lawn, the fields, the machines and the animals didn't look like they had seen the best of days. It would be nice if my sister come around more. I know I could use my nephews help...

I think I am going to have a clam bake this year. It would be a good idea to get the clan together. Lord knows it could very well be the last party for the guy. Just my immediate family, first and second cousins. Keep in mind, there were 8 brothers and 3 sisters...

ummm... I think thats it.

I am a real asshole!

Anyways, if you play games with me or chated with me I am sure you have heard one of my crazy trucking stories...

So, I need to get service on one of my refrigerated trailers. It has a load of frozen meat on it. Very crucial shit too. These loads have a temp band inside the body with the load. It changes color when it reaches a certian temp and if the color is wrong, the load is rejected. That means we bought it.

Back to the story. I call their number and get some broad in Texas. So I tell her who I am and what company I am with. She replies with the standered "how can I help you". I ask her, "how you doin" with my standerd NY accent like I always do. I figure I am just being polite. So she starts to bitch at me!

I am of course shocked. As far as she is concerned I am some schmuck from NY. That was cold and very unprofessional. It troubled me even further when she yelled at the kid. I am thinking the broad whacked the kid too, cause I heard something in the background. 

I lied, I wasn't troubled. I was concerned for my damn refer. She fucked up my info 4 god damn times. The kid crying, my fucked up info and her being rude. Now I am pissed and I felt I need to punish the bitch.

She paged the refer tech and I told him the story. I told him it was easy for me to call TK instead of him. I wanted her fired. He said sure no problem. I said thats great and I will call him on Monday for some more work. I let him know I was going to give her some shit too.

Now ya'all need to keep in mind, I have a revolving door acount with the guy. I spend 5-10thousand a month with him. I have some serious fucking pull. He dont give 2 shits if I call her back to deal some swift ass retribution...

So I made the call(from the pay phone). I said my usual shit. Just like above. She, of course was pissed. She told me she just paged him and I should be patiant. When I spoke next I spoke fluidly with the cool, heartless and just plain mean professional voice that my co-workers know.

I said," they already called me. I just felt the need to call you back. I think you were mean to me. You were ignoring the kid. I think you need to spend some time thinking about your piss poor attitude. You do not know who you fucked with. You no longer have a fucking job. Support your family on that{insert the c-word here}".

The end.

Anger Management...

One of the girls I work with sent this to me. Funny Shit!!!

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know -- take it out on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying, "Hello."

I politely said, "Could I please speak with Robin Carter?"

Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had accidentally
transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if
you're familiar with the Caller ID program?"

He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for.. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for that spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale " sign in his car window . . so, I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole ( I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too.

I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

"Yes, it is."

"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street . It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Don Hansen," he said.

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home every evening after five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"Don, you're an asshole."

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.

But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be.

So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.

"Hello."

"You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed.

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen.."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street , a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front."

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole."

Then I called Asshole #2.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, asshole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are...!"

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.

Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street .

I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street .

When I got there, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13 news crew.

NOW, I feel better - This is "Anger Management" at its very best.