Wednesday, August 30, 2006

This America's Seen

Witnessed 2006.

Back to Germany before you know it.


Tchuss.

Nanny State Part 2

So all you assholes think I'm full of hot air and joking about this shit. Well, look at what I found at Virginia Beach this past weekend.... NO CURSING ZONE What the fuck is this shit? Has cursing become SO OUT OF CONTROL that we need signs to be placed in high tourist areas? Of course not! Listen kids, you're all to blame. This is all your fault for letting such redundant bureaucracy get to ridiculous proportions. Instead of voting on tax-cutting measures or cracking down on organized crime, you assholes think it's more important to have a NO CURSING ZONE. How much money was wasted into making these signs, drafting the resolutions, and enforcing the law? Nevermind the fact there are REAL CRIMES being committed - no - CURSING is truly out of control!!! I give up. I fucking give up. You retards can have the country for all I care - just leave me the hell alone and it's a deal.

Friday, August 25, 2006

Snakes on a Plane



Dude.

SNAKES ON A PLANE fucking ROCKED!

This movie had every bad snake joke you've ever heard plus every bad airplane joke you've ever heard and they combine the two perfectly. I was fucking laughing the entire time the film was going and can't believe how many people say the movie sucks. Well FUCK THEM! What the fuck do they know? Are you going to listen to some Hollywood ASSHOLE every time they say some movie sucks or should be made with gold? This movie is 100% pure cheese and doesn't take itself seriously at all - so why should anyone else for that matter?

If you want a really great laugh, go check this film out. Think B-Movie storyline with A-Movie actors. I'm definitely getting the t-shirt for this one.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Nanny State

Okay - I had this big fucking rant yesterday on how America is becoming a NANNY STATE and how all you fucking retards are letting our politicians get away with this shit, only the wireless connection at the hotel I'm staying at crapped out and it didn't post. So here's the abbreviated version instead. Yahoo News posted an article on how Chicago is basically passing all these bullshit laws and people are just laying there like fucking dead fish and taking the shit. Everything from no smoking in public to having to get your pets microchipped is going on and it's getting worse. Now they're talking about the kind of food you can or can't eat at restaurants - it has to be fried in some kinda health-food canola oil or something stupid like that, making your food taste weird. So where does it end? Now the fucking Brits are yanking every TOM & JERRY episode that has to do with tobacco use and sanitizing them, in an attempt to curb smoking amongst their youth. While they're across the pond, it's still the same mentality more or less. Some whiney politically correct douchebags fucking cry and whine for no goddamned reason. Nevermind the fact kids get more influence from their parents smoking and drinking than some stupid cartoon show. Last time I checked, humanity has had more vices before the invention of television, and need little if any influence to indulge. Personally I blame everyone out there for not doing their part to prevent this kinda stupid shit from going on. If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem since all it takes is just people getting off their fat lazy asses and voting. It requires people to be proactive and write their politicans - that's how these bleeding heart douchebag types succeed - they take the time to get involved despite being less than 1% of the total population. Now imagine if the majority of people said "No, FUCK YOU. LEAVE US ALONE" and passed laws that prevented people from fucking with our liberties? It's only a matter of time before the stupid shit in Chicago catches on in other cities if it hasn't started already, and of course most of you will sit there like fucking retards with your finger up your nose wondering why it is your cigarettes cost so fucking much and your French Fries taste like some health food asshole pissed all over them. You'll just go home and take the shit day in and day out. So prove me wrong people - please. Write these politicians, tell them to cut this shit out and to leave us all the hell alone. Make me proud.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Discovery

Holy shit. I've been discovered. Found out. This is where life imitates art that imitates life. As you know, I derive my name THE MACHINE from the movie 8 MM since the similarities are staggering. It's been an inside joke only known to a few close friends and all you fucking nose-pickers out there who waste their time reading this blog. But holyfuckingshit - someone fucking called me on it today in class of all people. MARISSA, the Mex-Can chick I mentioned the other day, decides to greet me this morning by saying "Hi MACHINE, how are you this morning?" - at first I ignore her since I don't bring this side of my life into my professional dealings, but she kept pushing the topic. She started up again and said "So, MACHINE how have you been? Do you know WHY I'm calling you this name?" Oh shit. Either word of mouth has traveled all the way here and she's heard it, or she's perceptive as fuck and put 2 + 2 together. Turns out she did the second. "Uh - lemme guess - you've seen the movie 8 MM and I remind you of the freaky snuff film dude, right?" I shot right back at her. BINGO. Turns out she went to some porn shop over the weekend to stock up on smut when she saw a bondage mask for sale on a mannequin, and automatically thought of me. Mind you, 99% of what I think DOES NOT get vocalized while I am in a professional environment, or in a situation to where it can be used against me. I haven't worn anything to give anyone that impression either, aside from an IRON MAIDEN t-shirt yesterday. Practically anybody can wear one of those things and there's no connection between the two. Once she saw that she was right about her hunch, all day she was tripping on it and smiling at me every time she glanced in my direction. I told her I got the name since the film first came out from the crew I worked with at Andrews, however I wanted to know how it is SHE figured it all out - she explained it was nothing particular, but she could just 'tell' from looking at me. Heh. If some people have that talent then more power to them I suppose. So I asked her if she had any work for me, or knew anyone who was interested and she just smiled as she said 'no'. Perhaps that's the reason why I've been getting dirty looks from some of the fucking assholes in this class without any real justification? Word circulated before it caught up with me how much of a freak I am without me having to say or do anything. Well that's cool I suppose - I mean if word falls on the right ears, I just might have some fun out of this trip after all. We'll see.

Armageddon Days are Here Again

Heh. One thing I always seem to suffer from are stupid crazy dreams. I've discussed them previously here on the Black Rusted Van, however one of them keeps popping up from time to time - usually when I am in a predominantly Christian environment. Since San Antonio is predominantly Hispanic, it's safe to say it's predominantly CATHOLIC and while they don't go around screaming fire and brimstone, the intent is more or less still there. Anycase last night I had one of those "Rapture" dreams where I dreamt it was the Second Coming and people started vanishing left and right. Suddenly, just outta the blue, jets were dropping from the skies, buses and automobiles were crashing and people were going haywire. I took it one step further and knowing that the Anti-Christ was going to soon appear, started shooting people anonymously since pandemonium was now the new law. I caught a shitloada .22 slugs in my leg that I had to dig out, but not before I killed the crap outta some Mexicans first. I then began to procede in working for the Man Downstairs by rallying support from the masses, knowing that our time was short. It is then when I woke up, somewhat relieved it was nothing more than just my subconscious mind over-reacting to this change of environments which I had encountered so abruptly. I blame these kinda dreams on my time in North Carolina, where every street corner it seemed had a church or billboard with some kinda sign condemning you to a life of eternal torment if you didn't get your ass in their church Sunday and "repent" of your wicked lifestyle. I used to think this kinda thing was so real it wasn't until I left North Carolina completely did I get back in the swing of things and realize it's 99% an act. Call me naive at the time but when you're some wet-behind-the-ears kid looking for leadership and guidance, you find it in the most unusual of places. Anycase I heard some Guard guy today casually mention how the Iranians are screaming that TOMORROW is the end of the world, according to their sources. What sources they mean I don't know but I reflected for a moment on last night's dream and had to chuckle. Of course it's going to end - FOR THEM. They've brought on so much shit onto themselves by supporting Hezbollah it wouldn't suprise me if Israel or some other country (possibly us) does another pre-emptive strike to put these nut-jobs in line. Perhaps what I was dreaming about wasn't so much from an Apocalyptic chain of events, as more so it was perhaps REMOTE VIEWING of sorts. It did mention in the news today how some Israeli jets pummeled the crap outta more Lebanese targets, so perhaps that's what I was somehow watching? Who knows. It sounds like crap but it's entertaining at least. Maybe I can catch the re-run tonight when I go to bed!

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Mr Sirius

SIRIUS RADIO is by far the best fucking invention to enter our lives yet. My drive up to FART WORTH couldn't have been more painstaking than had I driven blindfolded on the Autobahn during heavy rain. I had to continually watch out for fuck-wits and jack-asses talking on their cell phones, or weaving in and out of traffic without checking their blind spots or using blinkers for that matter. Having Sirius radio in my car was by far the best thing to break the tedium of the 5+ hour drive. The FCC can go fuck itself for all I care - commercial radio programming sucks royal donkey dong.

I kept the radio switching between 80's alternative music, death metal, and a punk/porn star interview radio where everything was discussed in full detail. Every "F" word, every sexually graphic innuendo that neither Adam Carolla nor Dr Drew could ever discuss on LoveLine when it was on the air was shouted loudly and proudly from the rooftops. No wonder Howard Stern made the switch too. If only they had something like Sirius or XM radio in Europe or Japan I'd be set.

Fart Worth is still a lifeless city as is San Antonio in my opinion. I just look at the place and see how it's been opressed by this Ultra-Conservative mentality, yet a New York Jew by the name of KINKY FRIEDMAN is trying to run for Texas State Governor. Perhaps a nice gesture but I am convinced most Texans still aren't ready for something like that, and most likely never will.

I must confess being here in Tex-ass makes me appreciate Germany all that much more.....Deutschland sind alles.

Friday, August 18, 2006

The Six Inch Mexican

There's this one chick here in San Antonio named MARISSA who is Mexican-Canadian mix. She's kinda hot for a chick who is 6 months pregnant and is hella cool to joke around with. Turns out she knows PRINCESS DUMBASS and has the same level of dislike for her as I do. We shared a few stories about her and got a really good laugh. Anycase, when she told me how she's Mex-Can mix, she made the joke how she's coming over both borders into the US - and I just started laughing. I then told her how when I was really fat, people would mistake me for being partially Hispanic (their words not mine) although I didn't see how they could. Eh whatever. People see shit they wanna see and that's the only explanation I can offer. Hearing this she laughed as well and thought it was complete horseshit, and shared with me a story about her supervisor. Her supervisor is as white-bread as they come and made a joke to her about him and some Mexican broad he banged, and how that's the only part of him that's been considered "hispanic". She joked how the only way I could be mistaken is if I were to do the same thing, and in return jokingly said it's nothing more than just my pinky finger. I definitely didn't want to pursue that one any further than that! Well today we're walking down the hallway and she brings up the whole 'Mexican' thing again, just outta the blue, and in training as I'm talking to Logan, she says "Oh hey - THE MEXICAN is talking" to which I replied "You mean THE SIX INCH MEXICAN" and started laughing. Some people looked at me kinda weird like "what the hell was that all about" and this one fat dork whose wife has him more pussy-whipped than any other man I've witnessed, turns around and gives me this dirty look like I fucking stepped on his dog or something - the same guy who goes out every night to titty bars. All throughout the course some black dude is looking at me from across the room, shaking his head in disapproval. I just smiled back. Heh - yah know it's funny how people interpret shit when they hear it, and if someone makes an issue out of our little "inside joke" (get it?) then I'll tell them to politely mind their own business and to get their mind out of the gutter. If some asshole really wants to push the issue, I'll just say "The six inches I'm referring to is my HEART since that's the 6 inches that matters the most". I figure people are referred to as being "half pint" in some parts of the country, and unless for some reason I decide to become a complete dumb-ass and say "OH YEAH SHE MEANS MY DICK" or along those measures then I get what I deserve for being a dumb-ass. The military is always weird like that. Anycase kids, I'm off to FART WORTH to visit some relatives and will leave in a little bit. Maybe I can put Marissa's theory to the test and have a story for her Monday.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Logan

Lemme tell yah about my friend LOGAN. I know Logan from my time in Japan and him and I are very similar alike. We both have an interest in music and video games, we both have the same outlook on religion and life in general but the only difference is that he's black and I'm not. Aside from that insignificant detail we're best of friends. Anycase we've been hanging out so far this week and today he wanted to get his very own SLAYER t-shirt. He was jealous of the cool shit I picked up the other day and wanted to freak people out his own way. After all a black dude wearing something heavily Satanic is unheard of in hip-hop circles. It reminded me the other day how we were at THE ALAMO just tooling around when we saw not one, but TWO manic street preachers within 30 minutes of eachother screaming Jesus at the top of their lungs to the public. Why and how the San Antonio police don't do anything about these assholes I don't know but I suppose it's supposed to be amusement for the tourists, just like the Ripley's Believe it or Not Museum right across the street. Anycase these dudes were laying it on pretty thick when all of a sudden I got the bright idea for me and him to dress up and egg this guy on. I could dress up as a stereotypical cartoony devil, with a little cape and horns and a plastic pitchfork and a cheesy curly moustache drawn on my lip and prance around like that NORMAL BOB SMITH dude. Logan since he's black, could dress up like Jesus in some robes and wear a fake beard, and can use a fake slave dialect (which he does not have at all). Not only would this get these thumpers all riled up, but every Christian Conservative Republican Texan (read: EVERYONE) pissed beyond belief since the concept of a black Jesus is something most people are not able to accept, let alone still comprehend. Perhaps hispanic, but not black. America just isn't ready for that kind of forward thinking just yet. Anycase I figure him and I could act out our own little scenario while this dude is busy throwing fire and brimstone at the passersby, and just be an overall ass. I could pretend to stab him with my pitchfork and say "Yay evil! I rule!" or tempt him with Little Debbie Devil's Food cakes the way the real Jesus shoulda been tempted while running around in the desert. Fuck turning stones into bread. I ran this idea past Logan and he laughed his fucking ass off. Thought it was the best thing he'd heard of in a long time. The problem is knowing us we'd get our asses kicked by all the locals, providing the cops didn't get their hands on us first, and even then it would most likely be a nightstick up the butt repeatedly before being dropped off in some sleazy Messican flophouse. Then we'd all meet the REAL MEXICAN JESUS and HIS DISCIPLES - HIS GANG OF VATOS where we'd all end up becoming their prison bitches and getting their names tattooed on our asses. We both agreed it's wiser just leave the Texans alone before anything really bad happens!

The Mall

So since I've been back in the States less than a week, I've decided to go to some place that everyone takes for granted - THE MALL. No, not THE MALL in Washington DC, although I will most likely visit the place at the end of this month, but the regular shopping mall where people go to buy shit and hang out at. Now most disillusioned angst-ridden youth will say how much the mall "sucks" and how "materialistic" the whole thing is, yet if you throw them out in the wilderness or send them to some shit hole country like GERMANY where there are no malls, they will fucking bitch and fuss and whine that they don't have all the amenities they're accustomed to. I've seen it happen time and again. But no, I love the mall because I can find everything I want under one roof - convenience. Video games, music, and rock t-shirts. They also have over-priced fast food that you end up pooping out within half an hour of eating it but here in San Antonio you can visit some Mexican Taco stand and have the same thing happen for mere pesos less. Of course everyone still looks like a mall zombie - lifeless stare and they're either hella overweight or they're the angst-ridden teens who think they're being so anti-establishment by shopping at HOT TOPIC for their pants and overly ridiculous shoes. Most Americans have no idea how good they have it unless they leave the US and spend any extended amount of time away, only to return. It's just that way. I chuckle when I hear people say how much things here suck and go about my business. If they only knew. One thing I DO find annoying still are commercials, although they're 10 times better than those annoying AFN commercials we're brainwashed with. Fuck that. There is one commercial for some stupid cell phone provider (update: Amp'd Mobile) or some crap that annoys the crap outta me - some blonde wearing a red wife-beater shirt looks like she's souped up on Meth or something, and she's rattling off in her annoying "fuck me" voice how cool it is this service is since she likes to talk and watch movies - I dunno. I've seen it on Comedy Central once or twice when flipping channels. No wonder I love the MUTE button setting on the remote. Anycase I saw the Mexican Silent Bob last night at H-E-B grocery store. He was wearing a CRADLE OF FILTH t-shirt underneath his Dickies long sleeve shirt and a Korn beanie cap. How and why the fuck he was bundled up in this 100+ F weather is beyond me. Just another thing that makes me wonder what the fuck goes through the minds of Texans alike.

Mall Rats

So since I've been back in the States less than a week, I've hit up the place that most people take for granted - THE MALL. No, not THE MALL in Washington DC, although I will most likely visit there too at the end of the month, but just your shitty, run of the mill shopping mall.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

San Antonio

I dunno what it is about Texas but I can't stand it here. I must confess I like Germany despite the fact the people there are fucked-up and stupid in my opinion, but they're different fucked-up and stupid from the people here (if such a thing makes sense). I'm not talking about all the stupid tourist trap areas or anything like that - it's just Texas in general I suppose. Of course both my parents are from backwoods Texas although if you were to meet me you would never guess it. Growing up as a kid I would come visit relatives during the summer but it wasn't until much later did I begin to realize how backwards of a place this state can be. I've seen more Jesus fish stickers on cars here than anywhere else, as well as road signs and what not telling me I need to repent. If you were to go strictly with the Texas outlook on life you would never think there is anything outside this state - at least that's the vibe I get from most people. The hotel I am staying in is run by some dude from India. I've seen him a few times already and he has an Indian Buddha statue atop the mantle place most people don't notice. It's the skinny Buddha with a circle of flames around him, not the fat Asian Buddha we're accustomed to seeing. I can only wonder how him and other minorities (Jews especially) make it around here without feeling pressured. I must confess I like Europe better than being here, but would prefer San Antonio over some shit hole like Minot, Grand Forks, Cannon, or any other undesirable stateside location you can think of. All things considered I still wouldn't wish this upon those who are most deserving. Ugh.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Christ Illusion



CHRIST ILLUSION, the new album from SLAYER



SUCKS.


That's right. You read that right.

The new album sucks royal monkey ass and I am completely disappointed that one of the most revered bands I hold in all of rock music made some half-assed shitty album. Their last album - GOD HATES US ALL - was kick ass all the way, and was ironically released on 11 Sep 2001. No shit. They were pushing hard for a release date of 6 Jun 2006 (aka 6/6/06) but it didn't happen due to contractural problems with their distributor, and after hearing this steaming pile of shit I can see why - THE MAN DOWNSTAIRS wasn't going to sullen his good name and an infamous day of the century by having this stinker of an album coincide.

Even more, it's all about the hypocrisy of the Bible and what not - the typical Slayer formula - but I was expecting more of an outlash against these Muslim fundamentalists than just the same old song and dance routine. Tom Araya's lyrics are still excellent and Kerry King still kicks ass on guitar. Jeff Hanneman still plays like a maniac and Dave Lombardi kicks ass on the drums - it's just that you can tell they had NO FOCUS WHATSOEVER when making this album.

I was really disappointed when the new ROB ZOMBIE album tanked this year - fucking GARY GLITTER shit, but this is unacceptable, even by their standards. So, if any of the guys from Slayer happen to come across this blog, they owe me the $9 I paid at HOT TOPIC yesterday when I bought it on sale for half-price. Or at least the money for a 6 pack of beer and a calling card for drunk dialing purposes.

Monday, August 14, 2006

An open letter to Lufthansa Airlines

Dear Lufthansa Airlines,

You don't know me as I am for the most part an insignificant person and enjoy keeping things that way. I must confess however on days like yesterday when I used your airlines, I wanted to be a CEO or someone of equal importance, so I could fix the fucked-up processes your companies use.

What kind of horse shit idea is it to only have ONE CHECK IN COUNTER with a shit load of people having to serpentine around the corner? Have you ever considered using MULTIPLE AISLES the same way most FAST FOOD restaurants conduct business with? But wait - you're German and if it's one thing the Germans are renowned for, it's EFFICIENCY.

And what is up with the terminals? They're poorly designed to where you have to fucking use a magnifying glass to see which airline is located at which kiosk. Instead of having friendly, easy to read signs in the States and most other countries, you have to GUESS as to where your airplane is departing from, and even then trying to find the right ticket counter. Nevermind the fact the signs aren't clearly posted as you're driving in either.

The movies were shitty and your concept of seating arrangment completely sucks. Who the fuck honestly sits 3 big dudes all together and an aisle of kids unsupervised? If this is the 'conceptual engineering' which Sascha K of KMFDM prides Germans having, it's no wonder you lost the war to a bunch of ignorant, uncultured Americans. It's no wonder more people want to immigrate to the US than any other country in the world.

Rest assured, I, THE MACHINE will never fly with your company ever again if I can avoid doing so. The only positive thing from the whole experience is that your flight attendants are pretty hot, and they were all female for a change.

Warmest regards,

THE MACHINE

Friday, August 11, 2006

Air Travel

Ugh. So these asshole terrorists are at it once again. Trying to blow shit up. I was gonna bring RUCKUS a bottle of Eiswine from this region of Germany, only now I can't since TSA is going ape-shit over anything liquid now. Fucking piss me off. The way I see it the future of air travel will become more and more restrictive with each Muslim asshole out there trying shit. Let's face it kids - they're the whole reason why things have been way fucking crazy these last 5 years yet we're still holding up little old ladies and soccer moms from Kenosha Wisconsin for random searches as not to appear 'racist' on account of all these crybaby liberal pussies. Let me put my spin on shit here kids - I spent the better part of the past 10 years in and out of Asia - by choice - I love Japan, especially Tokyo. Between Japan and Korea I did a shitload of air travel and each time, my bags would get yanked for inspection by Customs & Immigration people. Mind you I had nothing contraband nor did I wear anything remotely controversial to warrant a search yet I always knew I was going to be delayed during my journeys. I would get pulled for the extra 'random' security pat-down frequently since I was the 'token' traveler. Never a fuss, I always complied because I understood the reasons behind it all. The douche-bag liberal pussies could easily say "oh they're just doing their job" yet I could use their same mentality and say they're doing RACIAL PROFILING for the simple fact I'm non-asian and American. Where are the civil rights groups coming to my defense? For me to even consider something so crazy is complete horseshit. Human rights groups and civil rights groups don't operate that way. I consider them to be bedfellows with these fucking nutjobs running around trying to blow shit up. If we just come straight out and say "look we're profiling everyone from the Middle East because the numbers don't lie, it's gonna be the way it's gonna be so deal with it. We're also pulling anyone who could be percieved as a threat based on appearance and body language so if your ass gets pulled out of the line, fucking deal with it and next time don't behave like such a douchebag." then I think expectations would be cut and dried. So this really cramps my style but it's to be expected every time something like this happens. I figure I'll get my shit yanked when I leave tomorrow at the airport as standard practice. I'll make it up to RUCKUS when I visit her later on this month. Sorry doll.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

The World's Largest Toilet



If KING KONG, GODZILLA, and THE INCREDIBLE HULK all had to take a giant crap at once, who do you think would be the first to make it to the bathroom?

I saw this when I went to the Black Forest the other weekend and had to take a photograph of THE WORLD'S LARGEST TOILET. No shit. (Pun completely intended)


So to answer my question, who would be the first to cop a squat on this gigantic fucker? And would they be so polite as to make a courtesy flush as well? And how would they even wipe their ass afterwards and where would the make-shift T.P. go to?

AL BUNDY would weep bitter tears of joy if he could behold such a marvel of craftsmanship as I did that day.....

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

France is Bitche-n




Yeah yeah yeah.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Random Bullshit

So I am kinda tapped tonight for ideas to write about, so I'll just write whatever comes to mind. Freestyle as all the street people say. - I did indeed end up creating a monster the other day when I took Zhombie to the titty bar. I caught the fucker yesterday trying to fuck with my car and saw the look of excessive masturbation on his face (not literally). Heh. - Being the boss is good when shit runs the way it ought to, and few people are around to fuck things up. - I say 'fuck Hezbollah' and let Israel take over. We should donate a year supply of Daisy Cutters to their air force. - I am starting to plateau with my exercise training. I need to increase my weight lifting yet I have a bad elbow and a bad knee I have to manage. The knee really sucks when it comes to running on pavement. - I leave this weekend to go to San Antonio Tex-ass for a few weeks. Paid vacation. You bitches out there know you want to meet me and buy me all sorts of shit because I keep you mildly entertained. Time to pay the Devil his due. - I hate Tex-ass. It is the most Bible-Belty in all the Bible Belt. - If I could live next to any movie star or rock star in the world, I'd live next to Billy Bob Thornton. Watching BAD NEWS BEARS on DVD last night convinces me that him and I would be kick-ass drinking buddies. - I wonder if there are any Muslim porn stars? If so, is the name "Fah-Q" already registered? - I wonder what the world's record for the longest, raunchiest fart has ever been? And if a dude lit it on fire, what color was the flame? - If I were a dictator I'd take over some shit-hole banana republic country and rule it with an iron fist. Literally. And my enemies would feel the iron fist up their ass as I'm planting dynamite up their butt-hole and lighting the fuse. - Kids it's almost time for World War III. And it's about fucking time too. Just give or take a few more years and it's gonna be show-time. - I hope the ESRB goes to hell and video game companies start making raunchy porn games for the suX-Box, PlaySatan and whatever the fuck it is Nintendon't is coming out with next. And I hope it includes midgets too. - I gotta pee after drinking an entire 2 liter of PEPSI-ONE. Until next time....

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Zhombie and titty bars don't mix

'Nuff said.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Rain

Holy shit the world must be coming to an end or something - IT RAINED TODAY, breaking the unusual heat wave that France and Germany has been experiencing as of late. It feels like the usual shitty weather that Germany normally has.

Speaking of rain clouds, ZHOMBIE has been acting like a whiney crybaby of a bitch lately - always fussing and complaining about work instead of something less annoying when out and about. No shit. It seems that it's the only thing he can focus on and it's starting to become annoying as fuck. I understand that people need to vent from time to time (so why he doesn't have his own blog I dunno) but the fucker needs to know when to quit.

SO, I figure I've come up with a solution to his problems - he needs to SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT. Be a man about the whole fucking thing and either apply for an early discharge from the military or stick it out until his enlistment ends and then go helter-skelter like Charles Manson or some shit.

Perhaps I'm being too difficult on the bastard. I mean he did a year in Korea with me in 2001 which is why I hang out with him - he paid his dues at Kunsan and since the Wolf Pack is kinda like a fraternity of sorts, you stick with your crew in both good and bad times alike. Kinda like a wimpy biker gang or something. Who knows. What I DO KNOW is that he's been coming over lately as of late UNINVITED and I hate it when people do that shit. I could be taking a dump, I could be jerking off. I could be doing homework or getting into an argument with someone - you just don't fucking show up on someone's doorstep unannounced normally. Perhaps it's his way of crying for help.

I've always been strong-willed, almost to the point where it's been a fault. I've done remote assignments alone without making any real friends or forming any solid relationships. When hard times fell upon me I didn't ask for help from anyone and aside from one or two close friends, mention little of my worries or concerns. Perhaps that's what Zhombie sees in me that he lacks the inner strength, and is drawn to those who have it. My need for companionship is becoming fewer and fewer the older I become.

I think I'll buy him one of those stupid Smiley faces with the words "Smile - Jesus Loves You" written on it. It should make him freak out on the spot or something.

Ignore these four words