White Trash

I was playing Halo 3 earlier with some fellow 2o2pers and we decided to play a some Multi Team in the Social play list, unfortunately for us we didn't quite have enough people to keep the Timmes out.Everyone laughing about how a couple of us wound up with a damn Timmy on our team.When I said "I feel sorry for Dallas!", the only Timmy with a mic spoke up.Started calling me white trash, and everything associated with being from the South.

Needless to say I made the little shit head pay for his running of his mouth by chasing him down and making sure he was most of my kills, BTW heres his Gamer Tag to,...........

YouGottaFacial.

So if you happen to be the parent of this shit head or know him tell him he got pwned by white trash!

Posted by goodolplumber @ 10:36 pm EDT | Permalink | 3 Comments

Another Oops!

Yesterday I went to work with my shirt on backwards and didn't even notice it,  but I did notice a bunch of people laughing at me and I paid no attention to them.I thought I was in for another rip roaring day of pick on the fat man day.Well in a way it was a precursor for them to pick on me.

Someone did feel sorry for me though and told me the pocket on my shirt was in the back.I was slightly embarrassed by it but shrugged it off and fixed my shirt and went on my way.The only thing on my mind at that moment was getting to the break room and hoping no one was being an asshole and made a fresh pot of coffee and used the last of the sugar and leave the empty container on the cabinet.

No such luck there, I get back there the fridge is stuffed with shit from last week still, there was a full pot of decaf on, and some sorry asshole left a empty sugar container on the cabinet and didn't have the gumption to get a new one from the front office.Which I still haven't figured out why in the hell we have to go all the way up there for filters, sugar, or coffee.I know at one point and time we used to keep some of that stuff in the break room, but since the fire the people in the front office keeps taking everything up front and gets mad when we need stuff in the break room.

I wonder if that happens everywhere, where the peons in the world try to get a cup of coffee only to see that someone from the front office decided that everything that is needed to have a nice cup of coffee has to sit right in front of them for their convince.I mean if we have to trouble ourselves to walk all the way up there for just a cup of coffee why the hell can't they?

Are we so far down in the social ladder that we have to cater to them as they look down their noses at us?

I don't know either........................




gop out...............................

Posted by goodolplumber @ 6:38 pm EDT | Permalink | 1 Comments

Something

Since one of my clan members has booked marked me and has told me that I don't blog that much I decided to blog about something if not about nothing.


I took 2 of my boys to Pocola, OK to play in a pee wee football game Saturday, the 2nd graders played first which one my kids in they won their game 20 - 14,( I think that was the score ).Dealt with a little rain and watched the 4th grade attempt to play.The other boy's team managed to score a touchdown and a field goal before they called the game due to rain.So all in all it was a good day that day other than the fact it took them until all the parents were soaked to the bone for them to call the damn game!

I know damn good and well I heard the 4th coach say several times "Hey ref its raining time to call the game due to the rain.", but no that couldn't happen he said it would pass in about 20 mins and we should be good to go, delay of game to let rain pass.I don't know about him but when its pouring down so stinking hard that the field is starting to flood its time to go.I don't know about people sometimes, and their stupid logic of when they think the weather will do as they bid.



gop out...................

Posted by goodolplumber @ 6:11 pm EDT | Permalink | 1 Comments

Kids do say the darnest things

My wife had to take our 5 year old to the Dr. recently for a check up, but he wasn't in at the time and they had to see one of his associates.Which happened to be a female Dr., my 5 year old is not a shy person and can embarrass anyone.Anyways she checked his height, his weight, and had to pull down his pants to check his testicles.

"Hey!......You pulled my pants down."

"Yes, I did....I had to make sure is wrong down there."

"That's my wiener"

"Yes I see that, and everything looks ok"

"You like my wiener?"

After this question the Dr. turned away and washed her hands, my poor wife was mortified and couldn't help laughing.The Dr. turned to her and said "At this age they aren't shy at all."and walked out the door.



gop out...................

Posted by goodolplumber @ 11:23 pm EDT | Permalink | 2 Comments

Ask me if I'm a Fire Truck

Nope

Posted by goodolplumber @ 10:19 pm EDT | Permalink | 1 Comments