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Wednesday, November 09, 2022
Saturday, September 20, 2014
My view on the Game
Ducks VS Cougars 9/20/2014
The incorrect call that was made by the so called official was the overall end result of a game that should have had its own outcome.....meaning....if this game had been officiated fairly who is to know how it would have ended.....regardless...the Cougars played a proud game....proud to be a Cougar tonight!!
The incorrect call that was made by the so called official was the overall end result of a game that should have had its own outcome.....meaning....if this game had been officiated fairly who is to know how it would have ended.....regardless...the Cougars played a proud game....proud to be a Cougar tonight!!
Monday, October 21, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
I love this.....Capn Spanky wrote this about our firrst meeting
Last night got out of hand...It started out innocently
enough. I went home from work and had something to eat and was feeling a bit
tired so I decided to take a nap for a bit. A couple hours later I woke up and
decided to head down to Old C's to see if anyone was around to play pool. I took
the long way there so I could drive like a maniac a bit more in the ol' Celica
GT. Very fun.
I arrived and ran into Electron MicroJeff and we were soon joined by Paul from Dublin, Bill and his amazingly beautiful and very nice wife from Venezuala. (Bill gives me hope because though Bill is a really nice guy, he's not the pinacle of manly good looks and his wife is all around good.) Anyway, they were going out for dinner and I declined dinner with them. A few minutes later Sportwriter showed up and we began to play a little pool. We won a few and lost a few but decided to quit playing when Alabama Girl showed up. Sportwriter and Alabama Girl have a bit of a fling going.) Anyway, a couple hours of drinking goes by and MicroJeff and the boys show up again, Johnny Vegas comes in and Forest comes in for a couple drinks and things are starting to get riled up a bit.
By the end of the night, MicroJeff and Paul are arguing about rules in pool with the two guys they were playing, one of which is a bar tender at Old C's. They also start arguing about who is the bigger asshole. (That was pretty funny.) Johnny Vegas is schmoozing a couple gals as he always is, one of them he is doing really well with. The girl's friend keeps telling me I look like Marky Mark but she has a peculiar way about that I just can't put my finger on. I also disregard any chance of getting anywhere with her because she is 5' 11" blonde hair, blue eyes and a spectacular body, and let's face it, I'm not. Sportswriter has left and Alabama Girl is a little tipsy now and keeps hugging me and calling me her favorite Canadian Guy and trying to ward me away from the tall blonde girl saying her, 'Female Radar' is going off and that girl is bad news.
So Forest gives Alabama Girl a lift home which is good because she is pretty sauced. MicroJeff's other buddies take off for the night and Steve says he wants to go out with the girls for another drink somewhere. It's already 2:30am but what the hell, I've never had anyone over to my place before down here so I invite MicroJeff and Johnny Vegas and the two ladies over for a couple drinks.
(Side Note: Saw Italy and her boyfriend at the bar. They went downtown and he parked somewhere he shouldn't have and got his car towed away.)
Back to the tale at hand. We ge to my place and I crack a bottle of wine and pass out a couple Smirnov Ice. MicroJeff is getting into a heated discussion with the blonde girl about being a lesbian. Yes, that is exactly what I said. A 5'11", beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyed, 36-D sportin', size-6-ass lesbian is in my apartment. Her friend, who Johny Vegas is on like stink on shit starts to not feel well and has to give homage to the porcelin altar. MicroJeff heads home because he has to work in 3 hours, leaving me with Miss Sexy Lesbian. (I think that is a fitting description.) So the night moves on a little further and finally I boot everyone out because it is now 4:30am and I have to work at 8am. Vegas's little girl flashes us her breasts a couple times because she is fuckin WASTED. Miss Sexy Lesbian shakes my hadn and says it was nice to meet me when they are getting ready to go and then she doesn't let go of my hand. She pulls me in and gives me hug, which I'm all for, because hey, she's a sexy 5'11" lesbian with huge breasts. Most men never see a girl like this unless they are renting a movie from Joe's Corner Movie Mart in the little back closet section. She lets go, looks at me, hugs me again, lets go, sits down. Then she gets up, hugs me again. Now I'm getting a little confused as to what she is trying to do here. She's a bit drunk and so am I so I ask her if she would like some water before they go. She nods, I bring her a glass of water and she stands up, sets the water down, hugs me again and then she starts kissing me.
I was kissed by a tall beautiful lesbian.
No, I was not dreaming, I am not making this shit up. Johnny Vegas was there and he can vouch for the truth of the matter. So Miss Sexy Lesbian sits down on my lap in my big coushy chair and kisses me a few more times. Her friend is now saying, "What the hell are you doing kissing a guy!" (I personally thought she was jealous, which is weird for a straight girl to be jealous of her lesbian friend kissing a guy.) Anyway, she kissed me a few more times, left me her number and asked me to call her sometime soon. Johnny Vegas is pretty close to sober so he drives the drunk brunette (who flashed us her breasts again) and Miss Sexy Lesbian home for the night. I make some quick dinner, throw backa couple glasses of water and head to bed.
Morning comes and I am in no shape to even get out of bed. I call into work, blame my alergies, drink some more water, and head back to bed. I awaken at 12:30, go down to CDI and grab my paycheque, hit the bank and then come into work. What a weird night I had.
All I did was go home from work to take a nap.
One thing I have to add. Johnny Vegas went for couple more drinks with the ladies and I guess the brunette was trying to get Miss Sexy Lesbian in on some three-way action. Much to Johnny Vegas' dismay, she declined and he was stuck with only one girl. Poor, poor Johnny
I arrived and ran into Electron MicroJeff and we were soon joined by Paul from Dublin, Bill and his amazingly beautiful and very nice wife from Venezuala. (Bill gives me hope because though Bill is a really nice guy, he's not the pinacle of manly good looks and his wife is all around good.) Anyway, they were going out for dinner and I declined dinner with them. A few minutes later Sportwriter showed up and we began to play a little pool. We won a few and lost a few but decided to quit playing when Alabama Girl showed up. Sportwriter and Alabama Girl have a bit of a fling going.) Anyway, a couple hours of drinking goes by and MicroJeff and the boys show up again, Johnny Vegas comes in and Forest comes in for a couple drinks and things are starting to get riled up a bit.
By the end of the night, MicroJeff and Paul are arguing about rules in pool with the two guys they were playing, one of which is a bar tender at Old C's. They also start arguing about who is the bigger asshole. (That was pretty funny.) Johnny Vegas is schmoozing a couple gals as he always is, one of them he is doing really well with. The girl's friend keeps telling me I look like Marky Mark but she has a peculiar way about that I just can't put my finger on. I also disregard any chance of getting anywhere with her because she is 5' 11" blonde hair, blue eyes and a spectacular body, and let's face it, I'm not. Sportswriter has left and Alabama Girl is a little tipsy now and keeps hugging me and calling me her favorite Canadian Guy and trying to ward me away from the tall blonde girl saying her, 'Female Radar' is going off and that girl is bad news.
So Forest gives Alabama Girl a lift home which is good because she is pretty sauced. MicroJeff's other buddies take off for the night and Steve says he wants to go out with the girls for another drink somewhere. It's already 2:30am but what the hell, I've never had anyone over to my place before down here so I invite MicroJeff and Johnny Vegas and the two ladies over for a couple drinks.
(Side Note: Saw Italy and her boyfriend at the bar. They went downtown and he parked somewhere he shouldn't have and got his car towed away.)
Back to the tale at hand. We ge to my place and I crack a bottle of wine and pass out a couple Smirnov Ice. MicroJeff is getting into a heated discussion with the blonde girl about being a lesbian. Yes, that is exactly what I said. A 5'11", beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyed, 36-D sportin', size-6-ass lesbian is in my apartment. Her friend, who Johny Vegas is on like stink on shit starts to not feel well and has to give homage to the porcelin altar. MicroJeff heads home because he has to work in 3 hours, leaving me with Miss Sexy Lesbian. (I think that is a fitting description.) So the night moves on a little further and finally I boot everyone out because it is now 4:30am and I have to work at 8am. Vegas's little girl flashes us her breasts a couple times because she is fuckin WASTED. Miss Sexy Lesbian shakes my hadn and says it was nice to meet me when they are getting ready to go and then she doesn't let go of my hand. She pulls me in and gives me hug, which I'm all for, because hey, she's a sexy 5'11" lesbian with huge breasts. Most men never see a girl like this unless they are renting a movie from Joe's Corner Movie Mart in the little back closet section. She lets go, looks at me, hugs me again, lets go, sits down. Then she gets up, hugs me again. Now I'm getting a little confused as to what she is trying to do here. She's a bit drunk and so am I so I ask her if she would like some water before they go. She nods, I bring her a glass of water and she stands up, sets the water down, hugs me again and then she starts kissing me.
I was kissed by a tall beautiful lesbian.
No, I was not dreaming, I am not making this shit up. Johnny Vegas was there and he can vouch for the truth of the matter. So Miss Sexy Lesbian sits down on my lap in my big coushy chair and kisses me a few more times. Her friend is now saying, "What the hell are you doing kissing a guy!" (I personally thought she was jealous, which is weird for a straight girl to be jealous of her lesbian friend kissing a guy.) Anyway, she kissed me a few more times, left me her number and asked me to call her sometime soon. Johnny Vegas is pretty close to sober so he drives the drunk brunette (who flashed us her breasts again) and Miss Sexy Lesbian home for the night. I make some quick dinner, throw backa couple glasses of water and head to bed.
Morning comes and I am in no shape to even get out of bed. I call into work, blame my alergies, drink some more water, and head back to bed. I awaken at 12:30, go down to CDI and grab my paycheque, hit the bank and then come into work. What a weird night I had.
All I did was go home from work to take a nap.
One thing I have to add. Johnny Vegas went for couple more drinks with the ladies and I guess the brunette was trying to get Miss Sexy Lesbian in on some three-way action. Much to Johnny Vegas' dismay, she declined and he was stuck with only one girl. Poor, poor Johnny
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Sandy Eyeballs
So I go to the eye Doc yesterday….and it turns out due to my own negligence with regards to my eyeballs…..I have scratched my eyes as I wear contacts and since I seem to think I have superhuman eyes…I never take out my eye enhancing rubbers….hence y my eyes r scratched in the words of my doc “Like somebody took sandpaper and rubbed ur eyes over a period of say…..3 yrs.”…..NICE!!..So for the next week I get to wear me spectacles….which is fine….however….I feel like a total dweeb….so I go see him next Tues….see if my scratchy corneas r healed so I can go back to neglecting my eyes….. gah!!
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Gain of o job
Okay....so I have gained prolly 12 unwanted lbs. and cos I am not accustomed to having any extra weight on my ol' bones it has manifested into lower back pain that is becoming unbearable...not to mention the fact that I HATE being out of shape or having any unnecessary weight. The fact that I'm 5'11 its quite easy to hide any extra weight....so when I complain about any extra weight ppls look @ me as if I'm cwazy...which I'm not...well......
So its imperative that I find a jobola with the quick as I am broke and well.....broke....I am now in Phoenix which I am happy to say is quite lovely as I don't have to deal with the doom and the gloom in Oregon or the snow in WA. Its sunny everyday and for the most part I can wear shorts and tees on a daily basis ( that and the bloody weight gain I cannot wear anything else).
So today its resume' time and job search time.......
wish me luck
more lata'
So its imperative that I find a jobola with the quick as I am broke and well.....broke....I am now in Phoenix which I am happy to say is quite lovely as I don't have to deal with the doom and the gloom in Oregon or the snow in WA. Its sunny everyday and for the most part I can wear shorts and tees on a daily basis ( that and the bloody weight gain I cannot wear anything else).
So today its resume' time and job search time.......
wish me luck
more lata'
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Manual 101 - a second time cos its funny
I stole this.......but Holy fuck if it anit right on the money...
When you meet a lesbian (Hints for the straight women)
Do not run away screaming from the room. This is rude!!! If you must back away, do slowly and with discretion.
Do not assume she is attracted to you.
Do not assume that she is not attracted to you.
Don't assume that you are not attracted to her.
Do not expect her to be as excited about meeting an heterosexual as you may be about meeting a lesbian, she was probably raised by them.
Do not immediately start talking about your boyfriend or husband in order to make it clear that you are straight. She probably already knows.
Do not ask her how she got that way. Instead ask yourself how YOU got that way.
Do not assume that she is dying to talk about being a lesbian.
Do not expect her to refrain from talking about being a lesbian.
Do not assume that because she is a lesbian she wants to be treated like a man.
Do not trivialise her experience by assuming it is a bedroom issue only.
She is a lesbian 24 hours a day.
Sunday, February 06, 2011
keeping it real
Okay....I told myself I wasn't going to post anything regarding my current relationship status....but hell.....leaving it out of my blogging would make for a very very dull Blog.....so hence I guess this will B a very dull post....cos I just cant get myself to post anything regarding something that personal......and its still very volatile meaning there are very raw feelings on both sides and i don't want to create a Blogging "She Typed...she typed" situation......
Moving on....
Its Super Sunday....and I am rooting for the packers.....the new QB for the packers is amazing... as well the team as a whole is quite amazing....but to b fair the Silk Curtain isnt 2 shabby either......so it should make for a pretty coo pigskin game.....with that being said I can hear the National Anthem in the other room so I should finish this up and go and watch.....
More lata'
Moving on....
Its Super Sunday....and I am rooting for the packers.....the new QB for the packers is amazing... as well the team as a whole is quite amazing....but to b fair the Silk Curtain isnt 2 shabby either......so it should make for a pretty coo pigskin game.....with that being said I can hear the National Anthem in the other room so I should finish this up and go and watch.....
More lata'
Saturday, February 05, 2011
uh....no comment....
So I have tried and tried to edit the comments that were posted on me Blog....to no avail....so that being said I am no longer allowing comments......as seems all ppl wanna do is leave negative nasty shitty comments anywayz....so.....i be done.
Moving on.....
I am now in Phoenix AND truly going to start over.....and will b posting bout me new adventures regularly.......
I was going to do a yr. re-cap.....but have since thought better on that thought.....?
Meaning....I would rather just live and let live and chalk the past yr. up as lessonsssssssss learned and not to b repeated......
that's all i got right now....
More lata'
Moving on.....
I am now in Phoenix AND truly going to start over.....and will b posting bout me new adventures regularly.......
I was going to do a yr. re-cap.....but have since thought better on that thought.....?
Meaning....I would rather just live and let live and chalk the past yr. up as lessonsssssssss learned and not to b repeated......
that's all i got right now....
More lata'
Monday, November 15, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
comments
ok
I'm a bad blogger
i fully admit it
i don't check in as often as i once did............
trust me i will b....
lots 2 say....
but if ur gonna leave a comment then have the balls to leave ur name or shut the fuck up.....
period.
I'm a bad blogger
i fully admit it
i don't check in as often as i once did............
trust me i will b....
lots 2 say....
but if ur gonna leave a comment then have the balls to leave ur name or shut the fuck up.....
period.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
life..............
CRYSTAL BALL
PINK
PERFECT
Drinking wine and thinking bliss, is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head are skidding up and down again
Up and down and round again, down and up and round again.
Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all... hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness and a little forgivness
And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace and
I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes.
Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned
But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned
I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all... hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love
What it does to me, what it's done to me.
What is done... done
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Broken mirrors and a black cats cold stare,
Walk under ladders on my way to hell, I'll meet you there.
But I'm not scared at all, hmm... I'm not scared at all.
Bout the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
PINK
PERFECT
Drinking wine and thinking bliss, is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head are skidding up and down again
Up and down and round again, down and up and round again.
Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all... hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness and a little forgivness
And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace and
I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes.
Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned
But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned
I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all... hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love
What it does to me, what it's done to me.
What is done... done
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Broken mirrors and a black cats cold stare,
Walk under ladders on my way to hell, I'll meet you there.
But I'm not scared at all, hmm... I'm not scared at all.
Bout the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
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