So I have changed the layout of my page a bit. Took me a while and now all I see is HTML code even in my sleep. Its time for a nap but I am at work. HEY, just did another David Hasselhoff review. That man is so not the poop.

So, If anyone actually looks at this site, you should really check out my neigbor's site related to one of my last posts. Click the "frigG" Link to check that madness out.

So, whats up with the quality of some blow jobs. they really have seen to have gone down hill these days. Don't women know they can buy books online that tell you how to do it? Me myself love to eat pussy. Love it!! Love those shaved cuchi's.MMM. See, some women like to just go down and back up on the shaft one good time then just fumble around the head a bit while giving you a hand job more less. WHAT the hell it that? I mean come on! Do I just lick it once then play with it with my fingers!? No, I get invovled damn it. Ladies, dont't do this to your man. SUCK IT like there is the antidote is in there and you are suffering from Lameness disease.

So its the guy next to me's last night here at the call center and I dont think he is taking his job to seriously. He gets this phone call and right away puts the man on hold and leaves him there for ten minutes. After that fiasco, he then takes him back and pulls up his account and without telling the man, transfers him to another rep. The other rep was like, "What the fuck?" and dropped the call. Then! the guy calls back almost crying and asks for help from the same guy the call got trasfered to. This is going to be an interseting night. Ah yes, call center adicate.

So on summer vacation I said people who can are courteous and drank some wild cherry pepsi, and chilled out staring at a picture of a lesbian. Sounds like fun right? Well, during the winter I take the dog to crap on my deck and keep frozen parishables in a stack of tires in the snow. The awareness star shines bright on my badge as I gleem with excitment about my red office chair that the arms fell off of. Tupac aint dead and I sometimes wish I was a thug. Thugs are cool. When I grow up I want to be an artist. Artist get to draw neked people and get boners all the time. The guy behind me does not like his red office char so he is getting a different one. So off to neverland I go dreaming of weed and motor homes and wishing I was a dog so I could lick my ass. Now is the time for action they say. Action of what? twinkies in uranus? Twinkies are high in fat and MSG, twinkies are bad.The tater tots have been bad so I spanked them and now they are all golden brown like they should be. mmmm. Tater tots.

So, what the hell is wrong with American society anyways!? America's favorite doll BARBIE now comes in a pregnant form. Yeah, thats all we need is a knocked up barbie. Let us teach our youth to get knocked up and shit out kids all the time!! It's great fun for all! Not only that but who wants thier five year old asking "mommy? How did barbie get this way?" The birds and the bee's at age five. To me, it would be just as well we slap a dick on ken! How else did she get like that? I mean was it imaculate? Artaficial insemination perhaps? If you think these questions are too riske for kids, go ahead and write Mattel some good old fashioned hate mail.

So, whats up with old people anyway? I mean that, for some reason, they all feel compelled to do the same crazy shit. Rant #1 with the elders. Why must all edlers have purses the size of duffle bags, or call thier wallets "billfolds." Jesus! Seems the older they get, the purse goes from a small "hand bag" to a fukin suit case. Rant#2 with the elders. Why must 99.9% of all elderly females wear underwear that comes all the way up under thier arm pits. Once again, it seems the older they get, the bigger thier under panties. Rant#3 with the elders. Why the FUCK does 99.9% of the elderly female population get the notion that they must cut and perm thier hair so they all either look like a buncha nego's with jerry curl, or just have short hair period. Do they get lazy in thier old age? That I don't believe because this leads me to rant #4 with the elders. Why do they all have to have a pound of make-up on, and a gallon of the cheapest perfume you can imagine? They take forever to get ready so I know that they aren't lazy. And last but not least, (and this goes for old men and women) they all seem to think that they need to have the biggest car on the market, and peek over the steering wheel while they drive. Have you ever seen old farts in a compact car??

So, can anyone tell me why it's necasary to say grace or pray before eating? Can you believe these parrots? Yah, lets all hold hands like a buncha kiny-gardeners and pray to a man who has been dead for 2003 years for food we worked our asses off to get. He didn't provide it. It GREW! from the earth, then some corp. assholes put a dollar figure on it, sold it and people make millions off it on the stock market everyday, and that's how you came to be eating it. Either that or you one of the guys I really give props to and you went out and killed it yourself like REAL MAN should. But still, "Dear Heavenly father?" Is it just me, or are these people forgetting that in America, we only pretent to love jesus, and most of us pray to the Almighty Dollar. The dollar that bought that mafukin shit on your plate!! IF...indeed he died for our sins, how the fuck does that translate into him being a provider? Imagine a world with no religon. Fa real! Most of the wars, and death in third worlds are due to religon. World wars have been fought and lost over religon. God DAMN! whata terible world it would be for a bunch of people to sit around and not give a shit what the other guy is doing. I tell ya, I think of the shit that religon has caused, and the things carried out on GOD'S or the LORD'S name...and I lose my appetite.

So, I'm thinkin my penis is being more and more neglected everyday. You see, about every two weeks he gets a little attention but thats about it. I used to just pull it out and whack it around a bit but then thought, "hey! That's what I have a Fiance for!" As a result of this, I have become quite an "Un-socialite" you may say, grumpy at best. I wake up every other evening and "poll vault" the to toilette to standback three or so feet just to piss. Damn her medication! Ever hear on the TV about medications that say "side affects may inclued sleep related problems, sexual side affects fatigue and nausia?" Well, they aren't just whistling fucking dixie! Guess maybe I should just take up fishing and be a "master-baiter" eh? Guess I'll just stick to the nasty assed, sticky, sweaty, perverted, raunchy and uterly un-imaginable dreams that I have and just deal with it...happens to the best of us.

So I just went to Roberto's 24 Hour Taco shop, one of my favorite late night dining spots here, and something disturbed me a bit while I was there. While the little meximan was makin ma chicken burrito, I went to the bathroom and took a wiz. As I was doin ma business, I looked down at the waste paper bin and saw something TERRIBLE! A shard of toilette paper, with a big ol chunk of shit on it staring back at me from the waste paper basket!!!

A day in the life at the call center.

At around 9:00pm (9:30 really because I am just so excited to get up) I pull my sorry ass out of bed to take the dog out that thinks it has to shit on my deck intead of in the yard. Then I make my way back inside where I sit and veg out for a bit and pull myself together. Eventualy, I have to get dressed and do my hair sharing a bathroom the size of a sanican with my fiance. Then its a whole three steps into my living room to veg out again until I leave. I arrive at the call center about 10:30 or so and sit at my desk contimplating either quitting, or taking a powerful tranq. So about 11:00pm I log into my phone and beggin processing reviews submitted by product owners and editing them for content. By 11:30 my mind is numb. I fart a few times for kicks, getting away with it for the most part. A call comes in here and there and I actually have to do something. By this time I am friggin starving and my coffee is cold and I am not too happy of a camper. I try to make conversation with co workers but my dry sence of toilett humor seems to not be apreciated by some. ( I just farted again...damn vegitables) Lunch time is sweet! It usually consists of a cigarette and another cup of coffee, then back to stare at my monitor for about 15 minutes. More reviews, and then even more. Doing anything I cant to keep my withering mind awake, I stumble through until 5:00ish. Then the calls start pouring in and I ask repeatedly to go home early with hopes that I may get smashed by a truck on the way. When I do get home about 7:45 am, I sit in front of the computer trying to zone away from the retchid daytime TV that she watches, and pretend my life is just SPIFFY! (If I could sleep 24/7 I would) Then about 1:30pm or so, its off to bed to start this whole thing over again.

So I wonder what is up with the upper class mothers and the SUV craze that has swept the nation. I have been off road and not once did I see a Soccer Mom out there in her Expedition tearin shit up. "Cover your cappacino Tommy, here comes a water bar!" Give me a fuckin break. Those things never leave the blacktop. The closest they ever come to a waterbar is a speed bump.(Bet they throw it in 4x4 for that just to say they did) I would love to see them all drug out of their SUVs and slapped. Smack the pound of make up, turtle neck and slacks right off 'em. Give them a '79 datsun wagon with garbage bag for a window and see how they like it.Same goes for all the big "RAP" stars these days. Knock the gold toofesess right out their mouf and givem a pacer. Hey! it was goodnuff for Skee Lo...

All of a sudden I wished a TV had an ass so that I could shove a large projectile all up in it. Everyday its the same line up over and over again. First it's "Live" With Regis and Kelly. God damn I can't stand Kelly Ripa. Is it just me or is that bitch always knocked up and shitting out kids? Then its on to "The price is right." How old is Bob anyways? I have never seen so many frigging geriatric groupies in my life. Then its on to the talk show. A person can only take so many white trash, fat assed, trailer park toothless shitheads in one life. Then last but not least, ABC Daytimes own "All my Children." Jesus Christ! I swear to god I would pay any $$ amount I could if ABC would at least make that show go to primetime or something. At least then I would be in bed seeings how I work graveyard. Simply awful!! A big PEE YEW to Susan Lucci and cronies.

It's 12:20 am pst. I just farted in my cube. (I hope no one noticed)

I saw a dog along side of the road. There were kids playing 'round the area as well. I thought to myself, "look at the fun they must be having playin in da snow an shit." Then, just as I drove past, the dog produced yellow snow for the children....WOW, yellow snow.