Archive for January, 2008

Sick as hell and lack of updates….

“I’m straight up mentally ill!” - Tracy Jordan

I’m straight up physically ill! You know you’re really sick if you cough so much that you make yourself puke. That nice little surprise wound up on my floor, as I was not prepared for such an event.

Fucking kids… They take your money, your sanity, your friends, your free time, your life, your dreams, your sexy-time and finally your health and flush it all down the shitter. This past weekend I was helping out a friend who was in the hospital and the chick that was with me volunteers in the pediatric department, so of course she wanted to go see her little bastards. Like a dumb-ass, I followed and may as well have been given a blanket full of smallpox. Little Outbreak monkeys, thats what children are, jam packed with all the famous attributes carried by the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (war, famine, conquest and death). One of the little fuckers got a hold of a coke I was drinking and that was the end of it. Right now, as I type this, I’m on my deathbed, poisoned like the aftermath of Wormwood. So yea, new readers from Sudan, excuse our lack of updates because Amaysing loses interest in things quickly (see Nu School Productions or his PS3 which doesn’t work and he continues to let it sit around the house instead of having it fixed), and I’ve been battling anthrax.

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BIWMB

Anyway, this weeks BIWMB (Blogger I Wouldn’t Mind Banging, or should be Blogger I Wouldn’t Mind Giving The Motherfucking Andromeda Strain) is Josefina Lundberg of Uppsala, Sweden. Regardless of the fact that I cant understand a damned thing she types, it looks like she’s dating a younger version of House and she types “Party like a rokstar”, I’d still give her surgically altered ass the once over.

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..::Mid Afternoon Edit::..

Remember no, because nobody ever reads this stupid ass site a while back when I declared Arizona excellence?  Yea, I really take a lot of that back… Especially after seeing Kimberly Joiner, Miss Arizona and her bulbous beer gut.  It looks like at any given moment she will unleash an earth rumbling belch, followed by “Hey Homer!”

Nice guys finish last, but idiots do just fine

“GENTLEMEN! Fill me full of barbeque sauce because I’m dumb as hell!” - Steve (posing as Dr. Weird), Aqua Teen Hunger Force

Last night I was watching “We Were Soldiers” with my roommate, when all of a sudden I look over and notice her crying. Immediately I busted up laughing… I always get a kick out of people that have this belief that people in the armed forces are valiant and inhumanly selfless. People are people, and just because you join the military and become a leader, doesn’t make you Captain Fucking America, or to quote Dana Carvey, “Folks, it don’t work that way, you cannot pee into a Mr. Coffee and get tasters choice.” Every once in a while, you’ll come across a leader that really will be a mentor, but they are as common as tastefully done scat films.


There is a higher chance you’ll run into 10 antisemitic officers
before you run into one a fraction as good as Hollywood makes them out to be.

Here is are cliff-notes on the US Air Force and it’s enlisted leadership…

Being in the military has exposed me to many things. Some of which are:

  • That it is possible to make a living through being as lazy as possible, just as long as you keep quiet and don’t stand out.
  • It doesn’t matter how smart you are, there will always be someone much more dumb than you that will take credit for your work.
  • If you have extra knowledge on a certain subject and happen to show interest in it, you have now just become the person they will call into work at 3am when something goes wrong in that area. You will also not get a single bit of recognition for it.
  • You will only get a medal or award if they absolutely have to give one to you. Nobody will go out of their way to write up a package for a decoration unless you are about to leave your current base or unless you were shot.
  • It doesn’t matter how good you are at your job if you do a lot of volunteer work and kiss ass.

The above are all great examples of military apathy/idiocy, but my favorite HAS to be the fact that they don’t really watch who they promote.

In the Air Force, you have to take a written test over Air Force history and customs (a totally worthless test) and then a test covering the tasks of our job (a test that is normally out of date and most of the stuff on it doesn’t apply to you) to be promoted. This system HAS to be one of the absolute worst ways to do this. If I was looking for people to fill potential leadership positions, I would not look for someone who knows how to properly display a flag on a casket or knows how to clean out of date computer equipment that was phased out years ago. But then again, if I was running the show, you wouldn’t even be wearing those uniforms unless you were in combat (seriously, you think we really need to be in camouflage if I’m just sitting here in a peaceful office adding user accounts to active directory).

Yearly, the promotion list comes out for the whole Air Force. This listing shows who will move up in rank in the near (or not so near if you scored low on the test but still passed) future. Before this list gets published for the whole military to see, each individual unit is usually told who passed and has some form of lame ceremony for them.

During my last ceremony in the USAF, I was called into work to attend because I “could have passed”, even though I failed on purpose, as I was parting ways with the Air Force and wouldn’t have received the promotion anyway. Needless to say, I was not pleased with having to come into work on my day off. So there I was, standing with shit-face on, watching the folks who are to be promoted get their names called off. One by one I watched folks, and gave the mandatory fake clap for them. The whole time this is going on, the only thing going on in my mind was “Please do NOT let Sweet or Chuck get promoted!!!!” Moments later, both of their names were called as individuals being promoted to the rank of Staff Sergeant.

Lemme give a little background on these folks. Sweet was around 24-26, married, kid, the prototypical Air Force candidate for the rank of Staff Sergeant. She, like the rest of the fucks in her situation, had A LOT to lose if she doesn’t render the proper ass kissing or learn all the dumb Air Force rules/trivia needed to impress higher ranked folks during water cooler conversations. She also had the WORST communication skills on the planet and has problems with talking to you for far too long about something you don’t care about and not taking the hint that she should shut the fuck up. She also had the computer knowledge of your grandma.

Chuck was an overweight male of around 26-27 with no attempt at educating himself past what he learned in high school. He had fully mastered the dumb clichés and lame jokes that broadcast “I’M A MORON” when told. He had spent his whole time in the Air Force working in combat communications, which means that the only thing he is proficient in is stacking pallets or digging foxholes.

Honestly, if this system was different, and YOU were in charge of who got promoted, would you promote either of these folks to a supervisory role in an information technology office? Would you want these folks responsible for helping mold young impressionable troops fresh out of basic training and technical school? Fuck no! You’d tell Sweet she was fucking annoying and you’d tell Chuck he was a moron. Sadly, someone with a fucking brain doesn’t call the shots, and last time I checked, Sweet is still a Staff Sergeant and Chuck has grown to the rank of Technical Sergeant. This is your United States Air Force.

Get the fuck out of my city

“The sign says ‘Glendale’, be we all know this is Phoenix…” - Corey Taylor, Slipknot

Most of my “growing up” years were spent in Phoenix, Arizona. I was there when AZ decided it might be a good idea to get rid of Martin Luther King day (“Civil rights, schmivil rights” - Joe Arpaio). I was present for the 1992-1993 Phoenix Suns championship run. I don’t know how many summer days I spent skating at the park at 67th Ave and Encanto. And before I parted ways with the Valley of the Sun, I lived off 79th Avenue, in part of the Phoenix metropolitan area called Glendale.

My stay in Glendale was not the longest, but it was one of the most fun. I had a kickass job working at Osco Drug Store, selling colostomy bags and potty chairs to fucks with one foot in the grave. I was attending the world renowned Devry Technical Institute, where most of the time I would ditch class and download nekkid vids off Scour from the computer lab. I drove the coolest automobile a 20 year old could want, a 1993 Nissan Hardbody Pickup, complete with a hole in the dash where someone stole my tape deck. Yea, I had the life, and I knew it… Sometimes at work, I would go on break, leaving some poor geriatric person to contemplate the in’s and out’s of how to climb up on their new potty chair from their walker, and smoke a cig while dreaming about how awesome Glendale is.

*record scratch*

Or at least how awesome it used to be before those cock smoking New England Patriots won the fucking AFC Championship Game. What the fuck were you thinking Norv Turner. Hmm, this team has been kicking the shit out of me all day on the ground. Ah gee, its 4th down and I’m a good distance into enemy territory in the 4th quarter and losing. LETS PUNT!!!! Smart move dipshit, who wanted to play in the Super Bowl anyway? Those Patriots took your dumbfuck punt and grinded the whole fucking clock down. Even Marty wasn’t that conservative!


Bad motherfucking choice, motherfucker….

Oh, and way to go out in style too you fucking crybabies! New England was playing a little too rough so you gotta go sobbing to the press? Are you serious? Someone find me Charles Barkley to spit on these fuckers pronto. Not only was this totally classless (and yea, this is coming from someone who cheered when Steve Kerr’s dad died just because he was a Wildcat), but you bitches came off looking like Arnie from “Whats Eating Gilbert Grape”. How is it possible to look like more of a bitch than your teammate who only played two plays and then took himself out of the game? I don’t know, but you accomplished it!


And then- and then- and then they stepped on my fooooooot!!!!!! =(

So once again, thanks Norv Turner for letting the New England Patriots and the whole nation of annoying ass Boston fans into Phoenix. I hope that the contract killer I hired to gut Bill Simmons gives me a discount on taking you out. Don’t even think you can hide either, cause he’s got that badass eagle vision that nobody uses in Assassins Creed, so he’ll track you down, shank you with his hidden blade and then lay low in a wagon of hay until the Fuzz lose track of him.

Look, all I can say is that I hope Eli Manning doesn’t wake up and realize that for the first time in his life, he’s playing above average ball at a high level. I take that back, I can also hope that the Patriots die in a plane crash (WE ARE BOSTON!!!!!). Either way, welcome to Arizona you spy-camera using fucks. Please know that everyone there hates you and any girls you bang will be from our army of aids women we keep for just these occasions.

To commemorate how much more badass Phoenix is than those fuckin retah’ded assholes from Boston, this weeks BIWMB (Blogger I Wouldn’t Mind Banging) is Alyssa Andrews of Phoenix, Arizona. One can only hope that the Giants fuck the Patriots as hard as I’d bang her…

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Sports Wives

“You’ll always lose money chasing women but you will never lose women chasing money”

-Black Aristotle

Yesterday, Sports Illustrated ran an article on athlete and celebrity relationships. Their picture gallery can be found here.

After seeing the couples, it got me thinking about all the beautiful women who whore themselves out to be a ‘Sports Wife.’

So I did my research…

Jason Kidd loves to ‘beat’ that chest.

“I just saved a bunch of money on dialysis by switching to Geico”

Vanessa Bryant

Kobe Bryant’s wife deserves her own writeup. They met, while she was 17, while she was working as a background dancer for Tha Eastsidaz. No offense, but I don’t know how I feel about my future wife being introduced to me by Snoop Dogg. If that isn’t bad enough, she s the only person in the world to own an automatic-only Lamborghini Murciélago. This is just retarded. First of all, most people would not know how to drive this car. Second of all, and most important, you don’t convert THIS DAMN CAR to a auto transmission. LEARN HOW TO DRIVE A STICK. Ok…I need to move on before I lose it…

Emmitt Smith says “Who needs the Cardinals when I can’t lose?”

Sampras Girl

Pete Sampras epitomizes the American Dream. Get rich. Be ugly. Get attractive woman.

Anna Benson

Anna Benson. She calls herself a golddigger and told a radio show that she would screw everyone on the team if she found out her husband cheated on her. If I was on that team, I would make sure to find some groupies for her husband in a hurry.

Ingrid

This is perhaps the worst. She is married to NASCAR driver, Jeff Gordon. Do I really need to say any thing else on this subject?

Honorable Divorce Mentions: Vanessa Williams, Halle Berry.

Those two don’t really count because they found more fame than Rick Fox and David Justice; however, I enjoyed the Google Images experience.