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Archive for October 2009

Not Even God Can Make You Dodge Your Way Out Of This

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So after reading this…

Police said a man who smashed a window at a car dealership claimed he was following a higher calling. Police said a 36-year-old man was collared by a security guard at Freedom Dodge before he could get inside the showroom. WLEX-TV reported the man told the guard that God wanted him to steal a Dodge Charger.

…I guess God also wanted the security guard to nab this hoodlum. God can have a wicked sense of humor when s/he feels like it.

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October 28, 2009 at 9:49 pm

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Friend Removal In More Ways Than One

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So I am quoting a line from the better half’s (now “ex”) friend’s e-mail from this morning:

“I cannot believe you would do this to me, your GODCHILD and my husband.”

And what was the egregious infraction?

Mrs. kkk removing this person from her friends list.

Man this Facebook stuff is some serious business. (For the record, this is the person who the better half was a bridesmaid for at the Wedding o’ Fun a few months ago.

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October 27, 2009 at 12:04 am

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Old Political Bumper Signs Stick With Me

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Attention all Blue-Staters: this morning on the drive in to work I saw three more Kerry/Edwards bumper stickers on the backs of vehicles.

It’s been 5 years.

It’s not even that good a design.

Sport your little O’s and be happy.

(For the record, W’s was worse, so this isn’t a partisan thing.)

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October 27, 2009 at 12:01 am

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Needing Aid In Bandage Removal

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I know that it hurts less to remove a band-aid with one quick yank but why do I still insist on pulling off these things bit-by-bit? Oh, I remember why.

I’m an idiot.

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October 26, 2009 at 11:58 pm

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Fasting Is A Lot Of Bloodwork

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So at around 1 pm today I remembered that the fasting for today’s bloodwork began at noon. Here’s hoping the Quaker Valley Chocolate Chunk bar consumed mid-morning has some serious lasting power.

There’s nothing wrong with me. The better half and I got life insurance policies and the eeeeeeevil insurance company needs our blood to see if we’ll last through the 20-year-term policies. So if I suddenly stop posting you’ll know Mrs. kkk cashed that phat paycheck by putting a banana peel by the top of the steps.

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October 26, 2009 at 1:56 pm

Posted in Life

Never Going Astray When Rescuing Kitties

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So there’s a local story DEVELOPING~! about some white trash in Bellevue with a bunch of dead cats in their basement.

Ten dead cats were found behind a locked basement door in a house in Pittsburgh’s Carrick neighborhood, but the former homeowner said he didn’t leave that many behind when he moved out.

Rather than make another comment about the underclass and the need for forced sterilization, I want to recall a line said by my mother-in-law after we took in another stray (can’t remember which one): “You two can’t save every one out… there.” We don’t (and won’t) try to save every one — just those that show up at our front door.

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October 23, 2009 at 11:53 pm

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Am I Social? That’s A Stretch

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So I was asked for the third time in a month by a stranger at a grocery store if I could get something for them on the top shelf. No idea what this means, other than the fact I am 6’0″ (or 6’1″, depending on the day). Maybe I should ask short people if they could get items for me from the bottom shelf. But then again I guess that what oafs like me are for.

Funny thing is earlier that evening the better half was going on about how unsocial I was with the PetSmart cashier. (OK, so it was with PetSmart cashiers and people in general.) I don’t like talking to cashiers. When I worked these jobs I didn’t talk to the customer; I don’t want cashiers talking to me. Just ring up my shit and let me be on my way.

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October 22, 2009 at 11:52 pm

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