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Can't Take My Eyes...

....off of you. Guys, love your woman and let her know it.

DV One Was In Las Vegas

...for one night on some last minute scheduling.



We met up late around 11pm with DV at Wasted Space inside the Hard Rock. I have to say, as an aside, that Wasted Space is exactly that. We met up, wasted some time ogling chicks for DV, making go-go chicks feel uncomfortable, watching drunk Irish guys bet us a beer that we've never seen a guy grab his hands behind his back and bring them around front, shouting at Presto-1 to stop playing nonsense and striking out on some weird chicks. Japs was a trooper from the moment we left Wasted Space till the minute we got home at 6am. She kept up with the banter, the inside jokes, the hilarious moments of calling chicks out on fake tits, etc. I have to say that I really do love that woman for the shit she puts up with alone. Nevermind the other stuff.

We set off from Hardrock to Smerk's house around midnight. Got there, played with his dogs which Jappy is deathly afraid of, had a glass of water and pretty much hurried out to Tnes' event at RE Tappas on Silverado. We got there, had a round of drinks which were two beers and two waters since DV and Japs didnt want to drink, and pretty much just miandered about for awhile. We were there about fourty minutes before ATN, Roland and ATN's lady showered up. We got down, cyphered and pretty much just made sport of the evening. ATN and I were going after one another for a while and when we about to leave he calls me out to "do some rounds". Whatever, I thought. I did a few and then proceeded to throw up the beer I had churning in my guts into my mouth. Yeah, I never said this was a pretty story. I had to end the bout early do to the mouth vomitting and then the place shut down. We headed to Denny's and eventually made it back to Smerk's.

...the story ended so abruptly, I know.

A Great Divide

Back in the good ol' days. The "all or nothing" days. The Dirty Hairy Crazy Mary Days, men fought it out instead of hugging it out. New sidearm. Dig the army surplus shit.

Wear A Fucking Pair of Heels, Woman.

"See what happens when you say no to flip-flops and hurt your feet a little? You go from a lazy bitch in her pajamas to a lady in red in her prime."

This isn't anything new I'm talking about here. I'm saying that you lazy flip-flop wearing L.A. wanna-be women need to stop doing things for comfort and hurt your goddamn feet a little when you step out in public. VICE said it best when they did the above piece in Do's & Don'ts. Yes, I do feel vindicated.

Get Back and Obama

The two aren't mutually exclusive, people. Obama For the Win!! Get Back for The Beer!! Me Peeing For the Comfort!! I did, however, end up standing in a pee puddle which is always gross. I wouldn't suggest pee puddle wading. It tends to make the ride home suck. No, Trurock and I are not throwing up Blood. We're actually throwing up POTS which is almost as gay of a sign. It's an easy mistake for your gay-dar to make. That dude with the closed smile took a metal bat to the face multiple times protecting an outnumbered stranger in a gang fight. If you see Drigo, buy him a fish sandwich. He's the epitomy of a stand-up guy. We have a thing about PBR when we're at The Get Back. It's a strange attraction. One that I will always cherish.



...wtf? Shut the fuck up, sissy-tit-ass self.

Watch Out Corporate America!!

Jesus Christ and General Jackson, I am fucking bored. Today sucked. What else is new? My life tends to be pretty fucking boring now-a-days. Finals is coming up on Tuesday which is cool because that means, come Wednesday, I’m done with finals and I’ll finally have a fucking day off. I hate work. I work at MGM. I hate MGM, by the way. Their “Good Ol’ Boy” style of conducting business is garnering them new investment from foreign oil-rich persons and, really, I’m not keen on working for a bunch of fucking Arabs. I’ve never gotten on real well with them and I’d rather keep my own personal freedoms then handing my soul over to a bunch of slave drivers who still operate on a feudal caste system. I’ve been wanting to knock out my boss for a while and if my hours keep getting cut, my health insurance gets fucked with and my opportunities dry up I think I’ll do just that and be done with it.

I have always thought that violence solved anything and the more I work within the confines of this fucked up Corporate culture the more I see the logic in such a statement. The suits up in the rafters of corporate America need to be reminded that they should be fearing the working class, not the other way around. I wish America was still geared towards the betterment of its people and not the betterment of just the rich and lazy. This country was built on the backs of slave labor and indentured servitude. We need to get that slave-master mentality out of the American business model-and, yes, it’s still the same as it was-and institute a more egalitarian bottom-up system of business governance. Whatever, get yours and I’ll get mine. Just remember, the dude with nothing to lose is a dangerous man.

Enjoy the Jose Parla joint above.