10 things that I have learned about/from Steven Seagal

March 8th, 2010 § 6

1. If you google his name its often spelled Seagal or Segeal. How much do you have to suck as a movie star when half of America knows your name but doesn’t care about the spelling?

2. A ponytail makes one look like less of a bad ass and in no way deflects really bad acting.

3. There is a limit to which wearing black can hide your pot belly and wearing it in every scene kinda gives away the the fact that you are wearing it because you are fat.

4. Even though you look like an Asian mongoloid Hollywood might hire you.
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Screw Chuck Woolery

March 4th, 2010 § 10

Ok, I know it was a strange first meeting but at least you’ll have a story to tell your girlfriends.

I was at the corner mini-mart after work to get my post work soda. I was parked in the second to last slot. I usually take the farthest slot so that no one can sneak up behind me (its a partially deaf thing, I can’t tell where sound is coming from and in noisy environments I try to avoid any embarrassments).

I was bent over with the passenger door open cleaning the trash from the passenger side.

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I named your farts

February 25th, 2010 § 11

I sat in the ER whilst a family member underwent a battery of test to diagnose the acute chest pains she was having. I sat there for hours worrying and could think of nothing else than her well being.

Well that and the fact that a 350 pound man was sitting across from me farting. Not the kind of I’m sorry that I have gas and will try to muffle the sound, no this was full on locker-room farting.

After the doctor assured me she was fine but they would have to run more tests I settled in for another 3 hour wait. That is when I took pen to paper ( really crayon that I took from the children’s play area and a brochure that spelled out the dangers of the Swine Flue or Monkey Pox or something animal-bore illness) and started naming your farts. » Read the rest of this entry «

The end of days draws nigh, I sat on my balls

January 30th, 2010 § 23

Middle age said hello to me today.

Well not middle, I was told by a fortune teller at the Renaissance Fair that I will only live untill 70 or so and seeing that my basic math skills are poor and I tend to round up I think my argument is valid.  I don’t go in for all the hocus-pocus scooby-doo mystery stuff but she was a full-on Gypsy. Maybe she was just from Austria, either way she was mysterious and had a cool accent and I was drunk.

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