Yup, there are times in my life when friends like Kat can make me laugh with a line meant and said said in sincerity.

However, I’m single, not dating anyone and pretty much can see anything for dirty.

You make of it what you wish.

But tonight, I feel squishy.  Wait a min I don’t.

What the hell does it mean.

It must be a chick thing!

So the second I walk into work today my cell phone rings!

“Mr. Tragedy, Bob from AT&T, we think we found your problem from yesterday,” he said with an obvious smile on his face.

“And that problem would be,” I asked knowing the tragedy ahead.

“Well, we cut you off at the central office by accident.”

“You what?”

“Yup, for some reason, they turned you off at the CO, so we turned you back on today.”

Well, what they don’t know is that I am going to be turning them off soon, BYE BYE unreliable service.

I’m staying with the service where I get better reliability with less stress.

Sean 100, AT&T – 1 Customer.

Good Fight, Good Night.

Since someone is mad that people are using his “trademarked term” Push Fest without giving him credit.  I suggest using the term Poker Push Party from now on..  It’s a party with friends where you push every hand in an tournament while playing poker.

So, listen soon for the next Poker Push Party near you.

Fence pole not included.

When you fight being sick, you get sicker.  It happens and I have learned that lesson the hard way:

2006: I fight being sick because of greed looking at a $600 weekend payday with remotes.

Result: End up in the hospital missing all the remotes with Meningitis and not only losing the $600 but paying hospital bills of over $5,000 .

2003: I fight allergic reaction to cat when I knew that the odds of me having the cat jump into my face are low.  I go home and take a hot shower after the cat jumps into my face.

Result: End up in the hospital missing two days of work due to my “Self Doctoring”.

I could go on but the point is made.

Doctors are the WORST patients.

So yesterday when I felt even worse, I tried doing what I normally do, which is work through it.

But then …

my body gave me the ultimate kick in the ass.  Complete loss of voice. Do not pass go… Do not collect $200.

Go directly home and sleep.  The office called while I was sleeping.  At one point I told them “Stop asking me if I am coming in tomorrow or I won’t come in!”

Then the big boss called and asked me to pull some strings at the hospital so he could get in and out quickly.

Even sick,  I still am needed. 

You are needed.  I am pleased as punch that my friend Poker Enthusiast aka Dusty Rhodes sent in the most powerful writing I have ever read in his ode to his father.  Pauly and the rest of the writers of Truckin do such a great job and they work so hard.  But the only credit they get is when people share the link with others.

You can do it.  Pass it on.

Let’s get on the road with another edition of :

1. Sundays by Paul McGuire
I held four crappy jobs and had to work on Sundays at an art museum. Most of the time, I got baked in the parking lot and just stood around making sure the post-church and post-brunch crowd kept their grubby mitts off the paintings… More

2. Prison Justice by Dr. Chako
Hateem’s crime must have been grave. They broke his ankles and elbows, of course. What happened next is beyond human understanding. At least five executioners must be involved. After the arms and legs, you’d think Hateem’s spirit would be broken, but you’d be wrong. They must be swift. From the time the gag comes out, the screaming must be intolerable… More

3. Egotistical: Three Examples by Sean Lovelace
The radio was playing angry girl bands. I love and have always loved angry girl bands. They have what I call fuck you. Also I was waiting on a girl. A cute bra-less girl who would soon leap off a balcony… More

4. High School Reunion by Johnny Hughes
He kept asking me if I remembered people which I didn’t, but he told me all about them anyway. No one would ever forget Bobby, especially me. Now the most mellow guy in West Texas had a license to carry a hand gun… More

5. Ode to…. by Dusty Rhodes
Death is natural. We will all die and we will all have friends and family that die. It is a hard thing to deal with but it has to be done. People cry, people act strong, people try to empathize but can’t truly understand what it is that you are going through. Our experiences are all different but I can’t imagine anyone who likes dealing with these things… More

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(This is total fiction, but after watching the Dallas Stars take on the San Jose Sharks, I think a call went something like this.)

We have a goalllllllll

But wait they are going to video replay.

(Up in the replay booth, four men stare at a screen.)

“Yup, it’s a goal. I’m calling it down”

(RING RING)… “Ut oh it’s the Commish”

“yes sir, I’ll tell em.  Look at it again.”

“Yeah, its a goal.”

“But the commish says that if its a goal Versus loses half its audience. So take it away.”

“But.”

“The Commish Speaks… THEY LOSE”

“But, the game isn’t over yet.”

“We need more TV revenue.  Detroit already screwed this up for us.  The Leastern conference will take weeks to finish their series.  Call it no goal or its back to the AHL for you”

DALLAS FANS ARE SHOCKED WHEN THEY HEAR

NO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL

Fricking Gary Bettmen.

Loser.

Hockey is SOOOOO RIGGED!

There has been a set of bloggers from Canada that has claimed dominance in the Kitchen.  They call themself the Canadian Blogger Chefs.

Representing Canada:

Blogger Chef Astin : whose mastery of peppers and jalepenos have caused him to be nicknamed  Toronto’s Original “Mister Steam”

and

Blogger Chef Joanada : whose mastery of spices and turning it on have caused her to be nicknamed “The Spicy Calgarian”

They have challenged America.

And America has fought back.

Representing America :

Blogger Chef Riggstad : whose love of food have caused him to be nicknamed “The Dark Hole of Philly”

and

Blogger Chef Donkette : whose italian spicyness and competitiveness have given her the nickname “The Italian Black Widow”

Yes, there will be battle…

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The ominous clouds hung overhead.  A dark patch of black was in the sky as I drove to work today.  I could smell the rain…

But it didn’t rain.

All it did was smell like rain, and my head pounded.

I needed it to rain today.  I went over to a charity luncheon where I was in charge for raising money.  We set a new record today, with me selling as much in one sessions as was sold for BOTH sessions last year.  It was a great success.

As I was showing off the bracelet on my assistants hand my phone rang.

The ring was one I dread to hear.

It was the Transmitter.

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(New York, NY)  –  A Bronx woman stabbed her boyfriend to death early Sunday after catching him in bed with her sister.  Cops say 38-year-old Beatrice McMillan stabbed Ronnie Manley twice in the chest, killing him.  The “New York Post” reports the stabbing took place around 2 a.m. in McMillan’s mother’s apartment shortly after she found her boyfriend having sex with her sister.

WHAT No sisterly love?  I’m surprised she didn’t stab the sister!

If you read his latest blog, you will discover the ultimate in Consipiracy Theories!  Yup, his theory is that since Waffles has won a seat in the TOC that he will find his way to…

Well… just go read it.

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