Do we really say what we mean, or how we feel?

Do we really say what we feel? You know, the number one best way to express how we feel is through Words.they are out of love, anger, sadness, frustration, guilt, pain, etc.... Right now I am listing to a song by Buckcherry, "Sorry". And I just feel like all of us, including myself are full of so many words, feelings, emotions and we don't share them.. This is brought on, I guess, the loss of a co-worker.. Harry Morland died this past week.. He was a young 75 years old. I had some run ins with this man.. I said some things out of frustration and anger. I wanted to go visit him when I heard that he only had 6-8 weeks to live. To apologize for those things. To say that it was a pleasure to know him for those short 3 years. I didn't get that chance. Harry passed the day after they said 6-8 weeks.. I feel empty. I am mad at myself for those things I felt. I am angry at myself for not going to see him.. I am... I guess a lost for words.. I feel that as a country and as individuals we hold in our words in some sort of fear... Why don't we tell that person how much they mean to us? Or how much we care? Or that the thought of that person not in our life would tear our souls right out of our bodies! The people in my life make me angry some times but the thought of them not there, well, honestly kills me.. My family, my friends, my so called friends.. Everyone plays a part..... The people at work, I have built relationships with, they are part of my world. I work with them everyday, well almost every day with Dustin. But, Even tho I bump heads with some or all of them it kills me to not have them there. I do believe we come in contact with everyone for a reason, I don't know what that reason is but there is one. Only time can tell you why.. But I would put it on the hearts of all my readers to do something for me. Next time you see your mate, friend, or co-worker tell them how you truly feel. I mean really. If you can't figure out what to say, sit down, close your eyes and think, " If I were to lose them today, tomorrow, or tonight, or next week or next month or year what do I want to say to them.. I have so many things I would like to say but fear, like always playes a part. Oh, boo who, what if they laugh our reject me.. Then what? Well, then you stated your peace and it lays on them. So, if there is anything, and I mean anything you have to say, say it. Make it something you have never said.. Sometimes repeating yourself looses some meaning.. Here is something I want you to read....

Until Tomorrow©

By Cristina Jones

So I must wait until tomorrow you see the news coming so unexpectedly, The night she told me you where gone, I thought surely I couldn't carry on. I miss your voice night and day, Oh how I wish I could see your face. I walk the streets and think of when, The laughter we shared will never end. And how I wish I would of told you then, You where truly my best friend. I thought of a thousand things we could do, But your gone now, you see its to late to. But maybe out in the green grassy field, I can pick a flower and begin to heal. I know the day will come and then, That surely I shall see your face again. Until tomorrow my best friend, When I can tell you how much I love you then. Lay down now beneath the wind, Sleep, Sleep, until tomorrow begins.

Do any of us want this to be us? I don't! Life is to short.. We are not guaranteed tomorrow.. Or even tonight.. I could die when I fall asleep.. God, I hope not.. Well, all my peeps, I am out, take care and if this had any affect on you, do what I suggested... Peace, and hey, this was just MY2CENTS....

P.S. if you like poems check out this site- http://www.poetryamerica.com/

Opinions are like A$$Holes, Everyone has them, but most are just full of SH!T

Well, after seeing my title most are already turned off, but, you just can't help to read this wonderful turd of information... So, lets talk every day life... From the eyes of myself of course.. Lets start with the local newspaper.. The Independent!!!! Oh, if reading this paper doesn't make you want to go out a make news worth reading, then the blurry ass pictures will make you into a cross eyed retard.. I mean really. This paper is put together so poorly, I think the Trailer Trash Review, that comes out of Iowa has a better set up. Listen, when I read the paper, I don't want to have to put on 3-D glasses to see what it says, or see the pictures. You Freaking morons. I think that a group of 5th graders with tourettes can put this paper together better. Are You Smarter Than A 5Th Grader you cockass, bitch, motherfucker, gaa,gaa dick licker, eh,eh. Sorry, I had my own moment there... God, you get paid, try not sucking so bad. I mean your not a Minnesota sports team...

Next on the list, Buffets. Now, I do go to these places, and I enjoy them, but my god. Every time that I go in one they are packed full with people who don't know when to say when. I mean these are the people that when getting there glasses filled, and someone tells them to say when, they say "when" then they take the jug and give the glass back. So here is a True story. I was in a Buffet this one day and there was this guy who looked like he invented the ice cream flavor "Chunky Monkey", and he got done with his plate, he then started to lick it. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? LICKING THE PLATE? ITS A DAMN BUFFET! YOU DON'T HAVE TO START EATING THE DAMN CHINA, FATTY... NE way, and the tables, shit Nicole Richie couldn't fit her ass between the table and seat.. It is like most of these places are trying to hint something. If you need to rub soy sauce on your "LOVE HANDLES" or on your "SPARE VW BEETLE" that you hold with that thing you call a belt, then it is time to hit up a damn Subway.. You want to ever get SOME or Give YOURSELF SOME, you need to see what you are working with, Dickydo isn't cool, and unless you have had kids within the last two years, front butt isn't cool either. I mean booty is awesome, but if i don't have to wait for you to walk by me, for me to see your ass and what you are working with, then chances are, not going to hit that. Cause that could get awkward in the dark.

"Is this your front or back butt honey?" Eewww, ah, damn...

Last opinion on this one... Fat people in tight clothes. Now I don't mean preggy fat, that's cute. I am talking, 100-200 lbs over the legal limit for most small bridges. It is not sexy for you to wear any tight fitting clothes.. I really don't need to see the "toe", women. I mean come on. If I can see every dimple, in dent, roll, and sweat mark, chances are I am going to throw up a little in my mouth. And guys, you don't look good when your a ball of chunk and your wearing sweat pants.. Cause guess what, the secret is already out, we know you never sweat, unless it is from excitement from looking at a McDonald's menu.. And I have just figured out right now why fat people wear those insults to fashion, fanny packs. They are fat and to reach to the wallet or purse would be such an epic journey that they would have to make it into a fucking trilogy. Screw the LORD OF THE RINGS, OR EVEN HARRY POTTER, watch this fatty try to get to their wallet. God, just thinking about it, the suspense is killing me. Do they make it? Does the heart attack finally get them? Gosh, what happens? Is it the Big Evil Stroke that gets them, or do they get to that purse or wallet. I guess we will never no. Thank you inventors of the Fatty I mean Fanny Pack....

K guys this is it for the night. Peace, and I am happy that all you enjoy MY2CENTS... Til next time...

What did he just say....Part V

Oh, man, lets roll got bunch to say and not enough memory to say it all and such, blah, blah.... Lets start with this one- Viva Viagra... LOL, oh people, you all have had to see this lame ass excuse for a commercial.. There are many of them out there. One that kind of concerns me, is the one were, there are like 6 old guys playing music in a circle and they are having a hell of a time.. Smiles all around.. But that could be because they all have raging hardons and they want to use them?!?! But then again, I really don't think that if I have to pop a pill for my flag pole, that I would pop one then go to the bar to hang with my other wiener handicap friends.. (Let me state here that if any one as this wiener issue, not making fun, just talking about the commercial.) So, any way, whats up with this, besides those dudes pork swords. I don't get it. The joy they have is amazing. I mean they sit there just staring at each other singing, I swear they are about two seconds from getting it on with each other. But, just then, they take off, go home and I guess show their wives whats up. Maybe the music helps I don't know..

Now the next Viva Viagra commercial is a guy dancing.. Yep, he is swinging around what to me looks like a girl in her, maybe, late thirties.. Basically this commercial is talking about giving her something she will never forget.. So, what is that.. Maybe that she will always remember that when she was on that cruise ship she screwed a 70 year old man. that she let a man that was old enough to be her daddy, take it to the house on her. God, bet she makes her mommy proud.. But how I see this dumb commercial is, and here should be the slogan, " Viva Viagra, You gotta get that wood, sucks to be you. IF you were younger you could..... Here are some other slogans or commercial sayings they could use to get me to buy it.

1. If your boner lasts for more than 4 hours... Use it as a coat rack..

2. If you stay limp, your wife will just find a pimp..

3. You can dance, but if you can't get hard, your not getting into those pants.

4. Take the pill, and music with the guys is just that much more fun...

5. You wanna get some? Take this pill you limp prick. God are you a moron?

6. Hey, you. Come here. Your milk man takes Viagra.. Now look at your kid,

7. You may be knocking on Deaths Door, but, hey, that doesn't mean you can't score..

8. Fred Durst takes Viagra. Now his groups name is Really Hard Bizket..

9. Mickey Mouse takes Viagra, now, he doesn't have a Minnie... OH FREAKING BOY!!!! Just ask Daisy.

10. Are you sick of the only thing that gets hard on you is your nipples? Well, if you don't take Viagra, then try using them in bed. Take the Damn pill. Can't afford the pill. We at Viagra have the new blue Popsicle stick. Just add duck tape... Apply stick and tape..

Hey that's about it peoples. Peace, nothing but love for the oldies and limpness comes with age. This was just MY2CENTS... Til, next time...

An open book....

So, sitting here, there has been tons of the things that have flowed threw my mind.. I know I have drifted from the same old stuff, bashing and bitching but, I am going to open my book for a bit... I believe that we all start off as an empty book. Pages white; no marks, nothing just white.. We all have our own stories to tell.. Some with pain, joy, and lots of memories.. So, today I am going to let you into one of my own.. But first, I think everything happens for a reason.. I don't believe in fate, or karma, or anything like that.. I believe that we do have choice but, life is laid out.. I myself have made interesting choices and this is one of those.... I was 20 and lost. No direction, no focus, nothing.. I had this friend who was into pot and into selling it. So, on one Saturday morning, (we will call him Dave) Dave pulled up in his silver ford pickup and came knocking on my door. (what I am about to write is all true nothing made up. This is just some incite into a life that needed help. That being mine, and I am going to tell this from my perspective) This is that story. I felt really messed up. A night of drinking, laughing, breaking up fist fights and just getting out of control. I heard the loud banging of the door. Slowly walking to the door in shorts and a tank top, my hair looking like Carrot Top, I answered it. It was cold, the air cut right threw my chest and hit my smoke filled lungs, almost knocking me over. There stood Dave. He had a big smile on his face.

DAVE- Burch, hey time to get up bitch.

ME- Hey slut I answered the door, I am up.

DAVE- Dude, lets roll, we got to get to Worthington..

ME- Worthington whats there? Besides trailers and Wal-mart.

DAVE- Gotta make a run..

ME- K, give me a few minutes.

As i threw on some pants, put on my hoodie, and my scull cap, i started to feel, well, bothered. But, as always I had nothing better to do so I went.. We started to drive down the highway, I felt that this was going to be very interesting. On the way over Dave started to tell me about the situation and the people we were going to meet with.. He also told me that this was only going to take about a 1/2 hour.. Fine, I will stay in the truck then, so i thought. Dave continued to tell me that the first time he went over there that this one Spanish guy was within seconds of beating his ass, just cause he didn't like how Dave looked. I glanced out the window, watching the world go by at 65 mph, the ground covered with a light blanket of snow, and farm sites flying by. My breath made frost build up on the window, so, like all the weird crap I do I made little baby feet across his window.. Trying to keep focus, know that at any second I could be in a fight, busted by the police, or worse dead. (Some might say, "Josh its Worthington, whats the worst that could happen?" Well, you all will hear the different side of that town." We finally hit that wonderful city. The smell of the meat processing plant in the air, I just knew it was going to be an amazing day, ha, yeah. After driving down some back streets when finally arrived. Three Spanish men stood outside, they all scoping out the truck and the two white guys in it. Dave looked at me and said, "OK man, lets go." Oh God, this going to be interesting. We both walked up and then were greeted by this short Spanish guy. (We will call him Alex) Alex took a good look at me and then pulled Dave to the side, coming back he welcomed me to his home. We all went up to this guys room. Sitting there while Alex was on his phone, i just felt out of it.. Alex gets off his phone and reaches into his closet, he then pulls out, what I would bet, to be a 9mm. In my head I sit there and say, "A gun? A fucking gun? Are you fucking kidding me? I am going to beat Dave within inches of his life. That bitch." Alex starts to point it. First at the wall, then at Dave, then, of course, me. At that point all I could muster up was, "Sweet gun." Sweet gun? Who in the fucking world says that? I guess I was looking to get shot. But, nope Alex just replies with a "it gets the job done." Yeah, wow. At this point I was ready to leave. I went outside with Dave to smoke. I took out my smokes out grabbed one and slowly put it to my lips. I grabbed my lighter put it to my cig and inhaled deeply. I just stood there shaking my head. Those few minutes felt like hours, I wanted this day to be done. We ended up waiting hours there. With each hour it got more intense. Come to find out out also, it was Alex's birthday. Lovely. So, finally around 6 pm, there was about 15 Spanish guys, 2 white guys and lots of alcohol, mainly hard alcohol. We all sat down stairs. Still waiting for Dave's "GUY" to show up. We have now been there for about 6 hours. During that time I heard all the stories. One of them was how Alex went to a kids house, who, owed him money; Alex beat his ass in his own kitchen.. Put three in the hospital, (all at different times, i mean this kid isn't superman, but shit don't tell him that) and was waiting for one court case to start. So, the drinking started and we all sat in a circle (not that kind of a circle) and the whiskey started coming. Everyone throwing these shots down. Each of them looking at Alex, nodding and saying congrats, and putting them back. This guy was like Scarface. He had the respect of all of these people. Anyone of them ready to pounce at his word. The shot came to me. I looked at it and said, " you know what, I'll pass, not much of a whiskey guy. I think this stuff tastes like ass." Oops, that was really dumb of me. At that moment I didn't realize what kind of disrespect I just showed, but I did. All eyes were on me. Then all the eyes looked at Alex. Alex got this sideways grin on his face and very politely and some what sternly said I should reconsider. So, I did. I threw it down the shoot. I shook it off and Alex looked at me and nodded, I replied with a nod, and a congrats. After sitting there for now 8 hours, Dave got what he wanted and I got the hell out off there........ This is just some of my many pages in my book. I hope you all enjoyed. And you know making changes in your life isn't so bad. Everyone has been somewhere they rather not be. Those places build who you are today, but hey, thats only MY2CENTS... Til next time

Facts and Fiction... The great place of the mind...

So, it is time to catch up. Work is blahh blahh, same crap different day. My wife is almost three months preggy, and my heart beat, Evan is becoming more and more amazing.. NE who... I sit here and listen to various songs on my mp3 player, and wow.. Music is Life... Songs remind us of what was, what is, and what it is going to be.. The soul is fed from it... The heart is made either soft or hard.. Moods are made.. Thoughts develop.. When I listen to music my mind goes into over drive.. I think of every thing, from relationships, mistakes, choices, and the out come.. Some songs drive the imagination also.. I can feel my body absorb this music.. My music is so random that I deal with so many feelings it could make you nuts.. (Right at this point, Dave Matthews Band-Crash..) I slowly close my eyes and this is what i see- A girl and boy sit on a dock. The emotions intense, they both know that they want each other but, there is a force between them, they can't touch, they try hard but, they can't and then they realize that there is no "them" they both want each other but neither do or say anything to come together, and the song ends with those two in there own rooms knowing that the passion is there and neither of them say a thing.. So, that's what I see.. I see stories.. I hear the words and and stories are made out of those.. People should try and do this. Put on some music, sit down or lay. Close your eyes, and see these words.. See, what your mind whats you to see. Your heart talks to you through these words. What do you see? Who do you see? How do you feel? Is there something that comes to mind.. I know this not what I write about but I am not the man some may think.. Passion, runs deep, music brings that out.. That is why I started to play the guitar, (even though I haven't played in a while) so I could show my soul. My fears, my love, my passion. Look if you had one shot or one opportunity, to seize every thing you ever wanted one moment would you capture it or just let it slip...One of my favorite lyrics of a song.. So, true...... I love having a imagination. I can go to a different world, don't get me wrong I love what I have now, but, you can go anywhere.. Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, when I listen to that song and close my eyes, I am in New York, in the winter time, in some park, that is what is so great about music... Right now I am listening to Five For Fighting- 100 years, I see my life fly by. I see the choices I made.. I see the hurt and pain that I dealt with. I see my wife, son, and child to be.. I see what kind of father I have been, and will be. I see the life my kids will have.. I feel sick when I know that I might not be able provide for them cause I have no education.. I FEEL EXCITEMENT.... Knowing that I can change all of what is to be. I'm 15 for a moment, caught in between 10 and 20 and I am just dreaming counting the ways to where you are. I am 22 for the moment and she feels better then ever and we're on fire making our way back from mars. 15 there is still time for you, time to buy and time to loose, 15 there is never a wish better than this, when you only 100 years to live. I am 33 for a moment, I am still the man, but you see I am a they, a kid on the way, my family on my mind... The last part of this song goes like this... I'm 99 for a moment, Dying for just another moment, And I'm just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are. This song is amazing.. Sorry i went on but this song can grip your soul and tear it in half... But lets finish this little entry with the main thing music does... Makes you think about people. Yeah we all feel this.. Every last one of us.. Weather it is attraction, anger, heart break, sadness, laughter, our just plain, "What is he or she doing right now at this very moment?" This is just a part of life, and maybe it would make that persons day to know you were thinking about them.. It doesn't have to be sexually, or anything like that.. It is just nice for people, all people, to know that people out there care about them and were thinking.. Well, everyone that is it for my soap box. Please remember, this is just MY2CENTS.... Take care, and I hope I showed a new side of me that some never saw...

What did he just say....Part IIII

Ok wow, kind of out of it right now... So, I am back with a brand spanking, fresh, and of course, really soft and cuddly post of the day..... The post is about those sayings that some use. I will break them down an go over them with you........

1. " That will sure GET YOUR GOAT"- OK, umm, what? Get my goat? what in the hell does this mean? My goat? Ok ass, what if I don't have a goat. Then what will IT take. My TV? My Kid? come on what then? Hate that one. My Goat? ha ha, how about my fist down "IT's" mouth...

2. "Wow that was as SMOOTH AS ICE"- Ok, ever been around ice before? Ice isn't that smooth. Ice is very rough. But hey, since you made this awesome comment, why don't you run down a big chunk of it and slide face first down one. Then we can see if it is as SMOOTH AS BUTTER bitch. That is the correct saying..... DUMB ASS!!!

3. "God, it is COLDER THAN A WITCHES TITTY OUT HERE!!!!!!"- Wow,I would hate to meet the guy who found this out... A "WITCHES TITTY", gosh, LOL, HA, this is good... First off you damn freak; I don't know how a witches tit feels, or if it is ice cold but, don't tell me about it... Keep your love life to yourself... And I hate to be the one tell you but, if your girls boob is colder than a minnesota winter, chances are you hillbilly, she's D-E-A-D. And for all you ones who can't spell, or read well; That spells (D) (ED). now put those together.....

4. "STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES, BUT, NAMES WILL NEVER HURT ME." Oh, really? Names won't hurt you huh? So if I said, Hey Corkey, you know how you turned out that way? Your mom and dad, are, brother and sister. You retard. I could find some names that would make you cry.. You Puss... And really, if you keep talking like this, I am going to beat your ass with those two options you gave me.. Maybe both. "BUT , BUT NAMES WILL NEVER HURT ME." Ass, names do hurt. they hurt very much........

ok I am better now..

But hey, those are just a few that bother me, I do have many more but, really don't have the time nor do I have the energy to write them right now....

This was a PUBLIC SERVICE MESSAGE FROM, yours truly. And remember this was MY2CENTS...

Blah, blaa, yep, a post.

Monday freakin morning. To all those who have waited, thank you, and why!?!?!?! So my post of today is going to be short. I am just asking people who read this damn thing, to give me something to write on. Anything. just give me the name or issue, and I will try to give MY2CENTS. Now I am being for real.. So, help me out......

Bad Habits, are easy to have and even harder to stand when they are not yours.

Bad Habits. We hate others yet we all have them. Lets talk about those. Or bitch about them... Sooooooo, lets start with taking a crap and not leaving the "fart fan" on long enough to clear that damn air.. So, to all who do this. At home this might fly, but, at work no deal.. The other day as I walked to my desk I started to smell this fresh aroma of Strawberry Breeze and shit.. As you can imagine it is an awkward feeling. At first your body smells the scent of strawberry and your body fills with this amazing heavenly feeling. Your on a cloud. Your mouth starts to water and you want a strawberry, you can almost taste it. And then you do. The after smell. The smell that sneaks up on you and punches you right in your nose. The smell of freshly discharged crap.. You gag, you start trying to hold your breath, but , you can't. You just spent the first breath on that awesome strawberry; now you have to deal with the consequences. The smell of strawberry poop. Great, I have no need to eat a damn strawberry ne way. Fart fans are made for that reason, close that damn door and put that fan on for about 20mins. Trust me, it will help.... Next, advice giving without someone asking... I do this, so this is for me also.. I work with alot of people.. Setting up things like, TVs, appliances and other electronics. So, I have tons of people giving me "advice" when it is not asked for. For an example... I was with a another guy and we were carring a dryer out of a basement.. This guy started saying,"You need a cart? I think you should grab a cart".. As we walked up his old ass stairs he kept repeating himself. Even after I told him that this dryer was way to big for his doors and that we would have to carry it a certain way to get it out. He then decided it would be very helpful to walk right behind me as I walked backwards up the stairs. I then proceeded to run into this lovely man; dropping this 1919 dryer on my shins and then I continued to watch it push my great helper, down the stairs into a furnace, where he got some good injuries.. We both obviously survived but he was no help. More of a hazard. After this happened and we both got it together. He said,"Now are you going to use a cart?"..... Chewing with mouth open. Oh my God. What the hell is this about? I was raised to chew with your mouth closed. It was suppose to be polite to do so. I have came across many that don't and don't give a crap. This drives me crazy.. I guess when I sit down to eat with anyone and there is no conversation, that doesn't leave open the door for you to show me how your mouth digests food. And if you are shoving that much food in your mouth that you can't shut it then take smaller bites. Trust me no one is going to take your food, if you don't shove it all in your pie hole at once..... The last bad habit I am going to write about is people being nosey. I have done this too, but I won't say it is a habit.. To those who do this. If I am not directly talking to you and I don't tell you something it is because of 2 reasons. 1. It is none of your damn business. 2. It is not worth it to get you involved, cause anything you have to put towards it makes no sense. Or, your opinion doesn't matter and I would be wasting my time... So, I know I probably hit some sensitive spots, but people, just remember, this is MY2CENTS...

THE TRUE HERO'S!!!!!

WE REMEMBER!!!! WE WILL NEVER FORGET!!!!

So, on a more serious note. Today was the 6 year anniversary of, well the worst attack on American soil ever. As I sat home tonight, watching TV, I tried to think about what to write on. I decided I would write about this. I guess today off and on I felt a little sick. Thinking about lives lost. Thinking about our troops over seas and right here at home. At times I think I get so caught up in my little world, that I forget that men and women are risking their own lives for mine... And knowing that maybe they will never come across this blog, I still want to thank them for what they do. Let them know that with out them, we all would in a world of hurt.... I think most everyone can remember what they were doing at that time and how they felt.(Please feel free to post those things. I would like to know.) I know where I was. Of course it was September 11 2001 and I worked and lived in Pipestone Minnesota. On September 10 I worked 2-10 or 11 so, I ended up going out for some drinks with friends after work.. I got home late so, I ended up sleeping in until about 11:00am. I stayed with my Grandma at the time, so, I woke up and slowly walked out of my room. The TV loud as could be, Grandma was in her chair, just crying.

Josh-GRANDMA, WHATS WRONG? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT.

Grandma-OH JOSH, THIS IS TERRIBLE!

I then looked at the TV and saw the horrible site. I read the TV and I just couldn't believe it. I felt sick, angry, confused, and I was wondering, "Is this the end of the world?" So, many lives lost... So, many Hero's made. And for once in a long time our country stood together. United! As one. Flags hanging on every door, window, and post. And It continued for about 6-9 months. Everyone loved everyone...... Not no more tho. We have returned to hating on people who don't feel the same way we do.. We look at people from other middle eastern country's and wonder, are they going to blow up something? We bash Republicans and Democrats. We bash protesters(Who, because we are free have that right to protest) for speaking their views. We Hate, Hate, Hate.. Cause God forbid we find those things that we DO agree on and get that stuff done.... I WILL BE THE FIRST TO SAY OF MY SELF. I HAVE BASHED. I HAVE LOOKED DOWN. DOESN'T MAKE IT RIGHT. MAYBE SOME TIMES I NEED TO HAVE A DOCTOR REMOVE MY HEAD FROM MY ASS. BUT I AM MAN ENOUGH TO SAY IT. So, maybe when we come across someone else with different views, thoughts, color, sexual orientation, we will be more willing to accept them and not turn them away, or shove or views down their throats... May God Bless America and keep everyone safe... And hey, this is just MY2CENTS....

Holy Cow... Your a Cow..MOOOOve your ass once and a while..

So, watching this amazing show on TLC, (great channel by the way)it was about these half ton people. Yeah, I said half ton. And yes, they do make some trucks that are that size.. So, as I watched, they did these stories about different fatties. I mean wow.. These people eat in calories in a day, what some of eat in 10 to 15 days.. Are you kidding me? So, as I watched this these people where talking about there addiction to food. How bad they hate it. Now I understand that eating can be addictive. But eating to the point where you have tits down to your toes. That's just not right. One guys boobs were so big they each weighed about 45lbs. EACH. They lifted one up and a literally saw what I thought was to be the black hole. But nope just a Oreo freakin cookie. Under the other other one; and you are never going to believe me, Jacob Wetterling.. The boy who has been missing in Minnesota for like 20 years.. Yeah crazy ain't it.. Yeah, I was blown away by that same discovery.. They then focused on the king sized water bed this man calls a stomach.. They lifted that up and it looked like, well, I won't get into detail. but just put it this way, I was amazed yet disgusted. As these people lay in bed, they get food served to them them in horse troffs, and drink what ever the drink, out of cup with a garden hose. Cause I guess the thought of moving their jaws open that much to drink, almost gives them a heart attack.. People may say, "Josh it's an addiction an they can't help it." Well, I have had addictions, I have dealt. Yes, some are tougher then others, but I have a hard time feeling bad for people who don't make an effort. So, the show continued and other stories were talked about. tears were shed, then drank by some cause the love salt so much. The only good thing about this story was it showed our country that we have let go. That we have became a glutton filled country and we need to change our ways.. And lots of remotes were found also, which is good, cause most can't get up to change the channel. Also found was my class and heart which is yet to be sent back.. So, till then I just want to say, thank you to TLC, for once again showing me that, they will put on these shows cause they care. That is what the "C" stands for ain't it? Or is that The Laughing Channel? I don't know. Till next time. Hate me if you must, but, it is only MY2CENTS.. Peace out...

Oh man this could get ugly...Like Rosie O ugly..

Hey, everybody... Hey Dr. Nick.. Whats sucking in my loyal readers lives? All you out there that enjoy my rants, bitching, and being a sick ass. Guess, who's back, back again, josh is back PLEASE TELL A FRIEND.. Lets make this blog bust out..... Well, lets start this she ite. I HATE THIS WEBSITE... As far as I am concerned Who ever created this Hell hole can get VD... So, I guess you have to be a computer savvy person to change things in this damn thing.. I want to mix it up. God for bid I get what I want.. I want to be rich and handsome.. None of that either.. I want to go up to the person who made this and(bring my cat) so, that little fur ball of hell can like them to a raw pile of shit(Their tongues really do hurt. I am sticking to that).. Ne way, lets get to my real post, so, all you all can sit there and say god he's mental...... Let me start with something that has bothered me for years now.. The medical term for an eye that doesn't stay in place.(Let me say, this sucks to have for the people who do, but they need to change the term.)

The term is called LAZY EYE... LAZY? LAZY RIGHT? So, if you have ever seen someone with one, the eye seems to wonder.. It moves where ever and whenever it wants.. If it wants up, it goes up. If it wants the side, to the side it shall go. And if it wants down, there you have it, it goes down. NOW. Is that really a Lazy eye? Hell No.. That eye is disruptive. That eye is far from lazy. It does whatever it damn well pleases. That eye is more of an jackass eye.. Yeah, what the hell. What is the point of an eye to just roll around? Yeah, I don't know either.. It kind of reminds me of an eight ball. You know, shake it up and see where it goes.. Maybe the eye is just fed up with the way shit is going and really just wants to move on to bigger and brighter things.. So, lets call it AMBITIOUS. Not lazy, cause really it is far from it. Hey that's just MY2CENTS though....

Soft Core... This is going to be a little messy..

Holy Crap... You know we live in a messed up world.. I mean the thing I am going to focus on is porn.. Yep, something we either own, rented or uploaded.. But porn is not the porn of the old times. It's NEW, DIFFERENT, AND DOWN RIGHT AT POINTS, DUCK TAPE AND STAPLE PANTS SHUT, GROSS.. So, let me name a few..... Soft core, hard core, SandM, barely legal, she on he, he on he, she on she, she getting stuck by three, he wanting me?, and everyones all time favorite, rockin with oldies...(DAMN) So now that I just went on like I am fuckin DR. Seuss( NOT FUCKING HIM) lets get to it. Now, I will not be the one to throw the first stone.. I have watched my share.. It brings out the freak in a person.. But what has me bothered by it, is some of these things that these people do. Like letting someone piss in your mouth!!! What? Umm, maybe they forgot what a toilet looks like, but i will tell you one thing, its not by my freaking chin, you freak... How a bout hard core? what the hell is so hard core.. Hard core to me would be people doing it on nails, glass and large versions of cats tongues(Has a cat ever licked you? That shit hurts). That's hard core. And soft core, what the hell? It sounds like they should be doing it on some Puff Plus with fucking Aloe and shit like that.. The thing that drives most people to even get porn is that wonderful thing that I like to call PENETRATION. Yep, that point when everything comes together.. Wham Bham thank you to you 15 guys.. Or girls... or Horse(Hey it's Out there) With soft core you NEVER see that. EVER. Why you may ask? Cause the hands are always placed over the fun spots.. So, whats the point? Well, cause some people, at some times want to feel a little dirty; maybe watch something they shouldn't. Or for the common reason, to punch one, or message one out... So, there is some tho, out there, that I do think is a little fucked up... And those are the ones that usually ends with someone crying, bleeding, or getting there grape nuts step on by high heels.. I am sorry... I would never need that much money, where, I would let someone strap me in a suit where my frank and beans hang out, and it is made of leather, just so a mentally challenged women can make Buschs out of my junk... Bottom line.. I am glad that people like things.. I am not OK with some, but, that is what makes America so great, and so fucked up. People like feet, nipples, boobs, wieners, hands, lips, poo poo, pee pee, panties, skirts, leather, crotchless under roos, candy panties, and last, but really not, the money shots.. So, to all you pervs, rock on, just do me a favor; keep it legal. I would really hate to see you on Dateline w/Chris Hanson. But then again I would laugh my ass off.. To the rest of you, just remember this is only MY2CENTS..... Till next time...

Real issues.. For real people.. Ha.. God I'm a tard..

Sunday, Sunday, It's a fun day. So, top stories. The Boy's beat they NY Tards, I mean Giants tonight. The Vike Queens won, but to a crap ass team, and for all you Bears Fans, tough game, just don't know if Grossass can be the man. Great defense though. Ne way, on to more important issues like, well, when is there going to be real TV for kids. For some this hits home. For others it will. And for those who plan on adopting you will soon find out...... Lets start with one my kid watches every day. Sponge Bob Square pants.. An episode that I watched with him had SB and his retarded friend Patrick(he's a freakin star fish) going to the pool... Pool you may ask? But Josh doesn't it take place in the fucking ocean? Yes.. Yes it does. And thank you. Ne way, in this damn awesome episode Patrick doesn't want to go in to the pool cause he can't swim.. Here is how I would do this show... Global warming is coming and it kills off all those little dumb asses and a government (not naming) comes in that bitch and starts drilling for oil.. Sponge Bob has sex with Mr. Crabs (his boss) wife and ends up with crabs himself.. Patrick runs of with Sandy Cheeks (Friend) and ends up cheating on her with Mrs. Puff (school teacher). Patty and Puffy start having an affair. Patrick then goes back to Sandy a shoots a hole in her helmet(which holds air of course. she is a fucking squirrel in the ocean, come on people keep up) Then there is a big investigation on Patrick and yeah... you make the rest.. But to me, that is real..........

Next on my real list is Dora the Freakin explorer.. What in the hell.. She has a back pack that talks.. A monkey in boots(named Boots) and someone always needs help.. She always addresses the TV like she knows people are watching... Let me throw it down for you.. She is a cracked out prostitute.. Boots, not real, made up. she is all cracked out, and trippen balls Her damn brain probably looks like swiss cheese. That talking back pack.. That's her too.. It is her baggage... Yeah that's why she is always carrying that shit. She can't get read of it.. By the way. Where are her parents? This little bitch is always walking the fucking country side.. What the hell.. You know she is a minor, so, she is just two steps away from being on an R-Kelly video.. Him pissing on her and all that sick shit... So, this talking to the TV.. Oh, yeah that is interaction with all those kids. NOPE AGAIN. That is her trying to play those local police who are doing hooker stings... And Finally... Swiper (He is the one that steals shit from her). This guy is the pimp. He is coming for his money. But, she never has money so he just takes whatever she has.. That is the real Dora... Don't believe me? Next time you have an extra few go check it out... You will be saying, "damn josh is right.." But hey you know that's just MY2CENTS...

What in the hell is that Smell?

Yeah, what is that smell? Well, nobody really knows but I will write about anyway. So, first off let me just say this might be a little offensive to some and for those i will say, "Really, if you don't know me by now, you will never never know me." Please don't break off into song.... So, the smell I am talking about is, well, the smell of old people. I mean don't get me wrong, Love em, love em to death(well i guess that isn't too long), but you know what I mean. Not all of them have a smell and some smell like a summers eve----umm or a winters blizzard. But the majority smell like death has come and trying to hint, times up, lets go, taking you outta here. Poor oldies, not bad enough that some old women their boobs drop like they have lived in an African tribe and breast fed for 20 odd years. And not bad enough, that old men's diddles get short and stout, well, maybe not stout, but basically it turns into a short cooked spaghetti noodle; they also end up with an off the wall smell. Why? I have been around a few old people in my life and they all have that smell. It's like they hit 90 and their body starts really turning back. You know how it goes. You start in diapers; you end in them. You start with people feeding you, the same. You poo poo and pee pee it gets wiped up. So, I am wondering if your body is just saying, um time to go back to being a fetus, cause you know that can't smell great. I don't know. Next time your in line somewhere smell that old person and ask yourself what the hell...

Last on this subject for now is personal hygiene. Yep, I am going there. I once had a delivery to a man that weighed, well, probably 400 lbs. It was mid-summer and it was probably at least 90 some degrees, with high humidity. And as you could have guessed, this mammoth of a man wasn't running the a/c. So, to describe the smell, I will need you to get a bowl, a blender, and these items; an onion, rotten fish, cat shit(Fresh please), underwear that has been worn at least 2weeks straight, and sorry women, but a vagina that hasn't been washed in a week, and lastly throw these into a blender. I blended to a chunky liquid, I need you to put that into a bowl. Now, for best results let sit for one week in extreme heat.(For quicker results please pre-heat the oven to 450 and cook for 5 hours) Then smell it. That is what he smelled like. Remembering that smell makes me want to wash my body with a high grit sandpaper, until I bleed. Wow, he was a talker. The one last person, and I do feel bad for, was this lady who came into the store to make a payment. She smelled like she had onions that have sat under her arms for about a week. I threw up in my mouth. really. That bad. Of course she had the shakes, so, when I gave her the change, it took her at least 15min to put it back in her purse. The girl working with me came up and could smell it, when the lady already had left..... So, to those with stinky ass, I say, "What in Gods name do we have water for. If not to clean ourselves, so, that other people don't want to go into a truck stop bathroom, where 25 truckers just shit and never flushed, just for some fresh air." And for this, hey that's just MY2CENTS....

Whats on my mind?

Well, I am done with all things Asian... Why, you might ask. Well not just the whole lead thing, but, it's more. Being a die hard football fan I decided to order me some jerseys. Authentic jerseys. Everything stitched, name, numbers everything. So, about 6 months ago I did that very thing. I order an L.T. jersey and a Tony Romo (my boy) one. I then wore my Romo jersey once, washed it and there was my surprise. The numbers were covered by some thin plastic and inside was paper. Yep fucking paper. Well not "fucking paper". I don't think it is used for that. NE who, so under that plastic covering the name and numbers were shot. I got screwed. I have been holding off even wearing the L.T. one (until today) cause I don't want to wash it. So, screw those assholes who screw us over. I want to go to what I am sure is a sweat shop and beat some ass... Fuck up my jersey huh, when I know for a fact you are making at least 5 cents a week.. I know it's messed up ain't it... So, today the family decides to go to the China Star buffet for supper. Guess what? It suck donkey cock long time...Me no love long time tho... And I wanted to try a muscle. So, my bro went a grabbed one for me and it looked like a vagina that was punched at least 20 times then covered in cheese, and let me tell you it didn't smell any better either... But, then again my Jordan's are holding up.... But, hey, I'll be back a little later. And remember, that's just MY2CENTS....

At the Freakin Zoo... Good times....

Why am I the only one who takes pictures? Oh yeah I have an ego problem

What did he just say....Part 3

Dinner-$50.00
Couple of drinks-$25.00
Taxi ride home-$15.00
Going home with someone for the night and ending
up with herpes of the eye.-
PRICLESS. There is some things money can buy, for
everything else, there is pulling your head out of your ass


So, yeah, there is this commercial out for prescription eye drops. Great, if you need this invention then get it. I mean it should work right. But one thing. This lady that is in the ad; she says something that is kind of, well f#cked up. Now, I know you all are like, come on Josh, tell us, we want to know, OH please tell us. Well, hey, no need to beg, I will give it to you, you don't even have to ask......So, she says, "Don't use if you, blah, blah, blah, blah, and don't use this if you have(GET READY) herpes of the eye....WHAT, HA, NO, REALLY, OH MY GOD. OF THE EYE?

How, and I mean how, does that happen? Herpes of the eye. The thing you use to see. The thing that is nowhere near a suitable spot to have any sexual organ. WHAT???? When I saw this commercial I was just speechless.(hard for me right) I was thrown into a blank stare. IN THE EYE?? I fought myself. This must be a mistake. A joke? This can't be real. I then wanted to rub my eyes(weird aint it, I had dry eyes, weird). I was in a shocked state. Then when I came to, I knew this was a God send. So, knowing me, I start thinking of all the possible ways to get this crazy VD. So, here they are.....

1. butterfly kisses.. Yeah, what the hell am I talking about. They feel great, so, yeah. Well, it will make you think twice on given them to your mate on their fun spots..

2. Money shot mishap... Hey, most of have been there. You go for it, and well, you just miss calculate the distance. You forget about wind, distance, gravity and the common mistake, how much your working with down there. Size does matter...

3. The quick sweat rub from eye. We all have done this also... Sweat from forehead down to eyes, they start to burn and you have to focus, so, you wipe and blam you got the herpes..

4. The " I don't know where to put this, is this the right spot? you like that baby." Now maybe this doesn't happen very often but come on, you have to keep an open mind when you are dealing with herpes of the eye..

5. The "tea bagging" brush.. Now, very few people know that women can do this also, yeah kind of gross, but, true. So, are you letting someone go in for a quick dunk, please look for the bumps.. Just trying to help.

6. Finally, Fingers in, or hands on, then trying to put in a contact. The burn should give it away but, I would suggest that if your not wearing your contacts, wash with bleach before putting them in.

So these are the things I came up with. You may say, "Josh, this won't happen to me." Well, fine great, but don't say I didn't worn you. So yeah that's it. And hey this is just MY 2CENTS. Take care people....

Important Safety Information:
RESTASIS® Ophthalmic Emulsion should not be used by patients with active eye infections and has not been studied in patients with a history of herpes viral infections of the eye.

See, I am not full of shit.......Ha...

What is this crap.. This is how I feel right now

soooooo, yep, once again I sit here in front of this bright screen and ponder on what to write. Once again it is 11:55 pm and my wife lays asleep in the bed. My son in the other room dreaming away. That damn cat running around this apartment like she is on a large dose of crack cocaine. And I sit here tired and a little irritated with the thoughts running threw my mind. Ah ha, got one, and its kind of late and Mary mother of Poppins I am frigging tired. I once again went to look threw blogs and just see if anyone is out there with my same views. NOPE. No one, I went threw 3085 of these god forsaken things and they drove me nuts. Most peoples interests are these; sewing, reading, laughing, being merry, books, movies, knitting my own panties, anime, anything that has to do with anything, comics, dancing, calling my friends, ending my day with the newspaper, and other crap like this. BUT some, well they were down right freaky, and a bit interesting and theirs said things like this; porno, sex, sex porno, Asian girls(?), naked little people(LITTLE PEOPLE BIG SICK ASS SHIT), war with sex, masturbation, masturbation with fruit(what the hell?), fruit love(Um K), one guy had tons of this stuff and he looked like a petty, like he just got out of cell 1258963 (random numbers). But hey who am I to judge. Sex is great, sex is awesome. I love it so much I have sex with myself sometimes(hey we all do it). But some of these peoples things were damn messed up. Once again though I found one that was really well written and I was once again pulled into what they said. So, to them I say, do not include yourself in this rant. NE way, I am outty, and this is just MY2CENTS.....

What did he just say....Part 2

So, has anybody ever listened to music and said, "what in the hell did they just say." Well I have, tons of times. For instance, there is this one song that Usher sings the name is, I think YOU GOT IT BAD. NE way at one point he says, "You make me wanna change my ways, like hangin WITCH-A-COO." WHAT THE FUGGIN HELL. Now i am not retarded. After hours of playing it at old people fucking speed you hear, "like hangin WITH MY CREW." Great. firkin awesome. But, for the longest time I was like, what the hell is witch a coo. Is that something he hangs at Christmas time, or during his or her birthday? why doesn't she like the witch-a-coo? Is it ugly? Does it not match her furniture? Or, is it just that she just straight up hates it cause it reminds her of bad times in her life. Like witch-a-coo was hung at her house, and every time it was, her dad would come home drunk and beat everybody. And why the hell is Usher so damn attached to this object....NE way you get my point..

Another song is one by Shakira... This was one of her first hits. And in this song she had a phrase that said, " lucky for breasts there small and humble, so, you don't confuse them, with mountains." HUH?!?!?!?!?!? WHAT?!?!?! Your boobs aren't mountains? Then what the hell am I going to do with all my mountain climbing gear? What a waste!!! And I just spent lots of money on these shoes i was going to need. Guess i can throw them away now. DAMNIT.. Honestly though, this song confuses me. I site here and think, "So, Shakira is from Colombia. Now what the hell have guys been doing down there to big boobs that would make Shakira say this." I mean really. Are Colombian men down there, going up to girls and trying to climb them? Or are they saying, "Go put your mountains back where you found them, we need those to hide our cocain fields in". Are men down there really that confusable? Are they. I mean unless boobs down there have rough terrain and are ranked in the MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS GUIDE TO MOUNTAIN CLIMBING (Don't know if that is a actual book or not) then there really is no confusing the two. But then again I have confused a few things in my life. Like, which word of "TO" do I put in this sentence. So, yeah totally understandable. They say, "potato." And of course I say, " What the hell are you smoking, you morons. Boobs? Mountains? Hey, do me and the rest of the world a favor and quit dipping into your own product." I guess if I had that much coke up my nose, I would think breasts were mountains, but I would also think that I held the ghost of that coffee can dude and his donkey in my ass. And that every time I took a crap I would be brewing up a fresh batch for the whole wide fricken world to enjoy. Ha-- Till next time.

Good Night and Good L.....Ha-take it easy. And Just remember. Thats MY2CENTS!!!!

What did he just say....Part 1

Under this title is a couple things I have to say. Lets start with foot in mouth. So, as most know, for my job I do repo's. Just straight up take shit that people are not paying for. Well, we had this kid who had a big screen TV he was RTOing (Rent To Own). NE way he asked me to pick it up and move it to a differnt town, i agreed. So, it has been 2weeks. He hasn't called back, paid on the account or well, anything. So, as I am walking threw Hy-Vee my phone rings and I answer.

Josh-HELLO

Dan-HEY JOSH THIS IS DAN.

Josh-WHO?

Dan-DAN.

Josh-OHHHH, DAN. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MAN. YOU KNOW I HAVE HAD YOUR DAMN TV FOR TWO WEEKS. YOU REALLY NEED TO GET INTO BOTS AND TAKE CARE OF YOUR BILL. IF YOU DON'T, YOU WILL HAVE NO CREDIT WITH US AGAIN.

Dan-HEY, I AM REALLY SORRY ITS JUST..........

Josh-GOD, MAN I THOUGHT WE WENT OF A FUCKING DIED ON ME... I WAS LIKE DAN JUST UP AND DIED...

At that point I heard a soft and subtle laugh..

Dan-WELL ACTUALLY....MY DAD DIED...HE HAD LUNG CANCER AND HE WENT IN FOR A CHECK UP, HE WAS DOING REALLY WELL, AND HE ENDED UP DIEING THAT NIGHT. SO, I HAVE BEEN UP NORTH WITH MY MOM HELPING HER.....

So, yeah a felt like an ass. I think I called myself every name in the book, but all is good now and we got it resolved. I just need to know when to shut up and not say a word...

What in the world do u people want.....

I guess I am screwed. Why? some might ask this question. Well since this is MY BLOG where I share "MY 2 CENTS" I will be happy to tell everyone. I am not a robot. I will not conform to other peoples beliefs. I will speak my heart, soul and mind. Since I have started this little blog I have heard these lovely comments.
"Josh you sound angry."
"Josh you sound like a crazy person."
"Josh you bitch too much."
"Josh what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Josh are you losing it?"
"Josh who cares about your opinion."
Those to name a few. wait, what is this blog called, oh yeah MY 2 CENTS. But, just like America and don't get me wrong I love my Country, but just like americans to say, you offend me. You bother me. You make me feel sad. You make me want to shove my finger down my throat and loose weight. Um, I mean puke. Well, what do people want me to say. Umm, the weather in Minnesota blows monkey nuts. I like to sleep naked. I on occasion (very, very rarely) I like to rock out to a little N'SYNC. I mean damn. I speak my mind. Maybe to much. I may offend a few people sometimes too. ASK anyone of my co-workers, and even my boss. I have never been one to bite my tongue. But, 90% of the time, I will be the first to say sorry. I have even said sorry when I might have not been in the wrong. I soppose my honesty and my openess stems from my childhood. I have had a rough life. Alot I caused. But some stems from my biological father. (story for a differnt time) I was told never to hold in how I feel. BUT, to display it in a mature matter. Well, guess what? That never worked. So, I say how I feel. BUT, in here. In the saftey of my home. Where, for now, I have the right to say how I feel. I won't conform. I won't sugar coat it. If you don't like my views or how I express them, well I am NOT sorry. If I have given you my blog site, and you have been offened, chances are I WARNED YOU... On one of my last notes. IF anyone has read my first post on my blog; I wrote that almost a year ago. It was on my heart at the time when I wrote it and it was put on THIS BLOG because some might feel that same way on those things.. Further more, NEVER, AND I MEAN NEVER, bash my integerty. That is the soul of me and I have lots of it. Growing up I didn't care. As a man at the age of 26 and trying to find my way in this world it is what carries the core of me. THAT'S IT! I am done.. I will write later about something else, just need time to breath..

Sorry about the mess. Kids will do that to ya. Ne way. This is my true favorite of any picture. My aunt works in the photo lab in wal-mart and a lady actually offered her money for this pic. Freaked or Flattered I don't know which one to be at this point.....

I think this is one of my favorite moments. When holding him nothing in the world matters, except for my son..

My Son. Man what it would be like to have so much peace....

So I really don't have much to say. I just feel really blah today. Um yeah, I can honestly say that nothing really comes to mind for me to write about. I did check out this movie web site. I liked it. It was really awesome. Fuck going to the movie theaters. NE way, I get to go back to work tomorrow. Oh. the joy of going to an 8-5 job, life can't get any better. Shit I don't know. If I think of anything later I will write more if not then here is my two cents.
To all you morons out there. When there is an arrow pointing in one direction don't drive down it the wrong way. I know it takes brain power, but, they are put that way so people can get around the town easier. Not so you can be a dumbass and do what you please.

Here it is.....Bitching again...

So I went to the great city of Sioux Falls today. I started to think about this new radio ad for Coke. Let me start with the radio ad. This man brings a coke to work. Puts it in the break room fridge, thinking it might be safe. He gets really thirsty and trots back to get that cold coke. Low and behold it isn't there. This song starts playin, "She use to be mine, but she gone left me, she got real cold now my coke is gone." So this dumb ass brings in a case of this shit. Spreads them all over in that fridge, with his name on them. And guess what? Yep u guessed it, he went back and they were missing. He then goes on to say, " when you bring in coke you have to take into account there will be some sharige." (First off I don't know if I spelled sharige right.) NE who, I will continue. Is this guy a total idiot. That's not sharing, people are up right stealing that shit. Stealing. He didn't hang up a sign and say help yourself. In fact he put his name on that shit. What he needs to do is find those stealing pricks and do one of two things. 1. Beat their ass until money falls out. 2. Get the cops involved cause that is one fucked up matter. Now come on. if i were to bring in pop, ask me for that shit don't just take it. If I am thirsty what the hell do I drink? Well, What? My piss? Yeah, those cheep pricks, they probably eat this weak ass excuse for a man's lunch. What a Pussy. Sharige... I want to kick this guy in his amoebas he calls nuts.... I bet everyone who took a coke watches walk to that fridge and laughs their asses off. He just needs to grow a pair. The day will come though, and everyone knows, he will bring in a coke, someone will drink it, he will take his mental ass home, come back and start popping off people. till next time......................

Damn, it hurts

OK, unlike last time when I went into blogs i decided to just scan other blogs, the ones with my same, i guess you can say interests. So, I scanned well about 1600 of them (all from Minnesota) reading about what they enjoy or like. One was good, she was sarcastic. The others, well, yeah. The others made me want to take my right hand and place it on the right side of my head; then bash my face into the window. I mean for real. Some of them sounded like lonely men looking for miss right. Others sounded like they just got out of the mental clinic. I am not going to write too much cause it is 12:45am but just had to say something. But yeah, I will bitch later about something else,