Hello my fellow drinkers.
I would like to start by thanking mother nature for the great weather we've been having in this fine city; nothing beats sweaty balls and stale air, but seriously I am enjoying the hotness of it all.
In this city; hot weather means mini skirts and tube tops, which means for us guys, it's going from six to twelve on the regular. I love how the skanks come out to play and the creeps come out to stare and slur all over them; makes me feel as though I live in a city full of douche bags and whores, which for the most part is true.
Ladies!!!!!!! There's a lot to be said about class. If you wish to impress a guy try going out and buying a cute little sun dress and work on your tan; then maybe instead of wearing next to nothing and attracting all the moron's this fine city has to offer, you might actually snag you a real man.
Don't get me wrong; I love skanks and I love boobs and I love mini skirts, I just don't think that you ladies love guys like me who would love to see you for a night and kick you in the morning, never to be heard from again.
Final thought? How bout I leave that one to you.
-Digiddy
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Day Ten At the Office
Good day all you beer guzzlers!
Today is a good day! I could honestly stop right there with no more to add; you know me though, I will for sure add my two cents about a whole lot..good day or bad, I will NOT be silenced.
I guess to explain myself a little more clearly; I will tell you all a little bit about my weekend, I will talk a bit about a buddy of mine we will call 'Sherm' (to protect his real identity) and his trendy/obsessive taste for a new beer out there. I will also touch on my first slow pitch game of the season and how we had our asses handed to us by a bunch of girls and old men. Lastly I will bring up yet again how my buddy 'Sherm' is a total lush and could possibly be convinced to drink almost anything that is alcohol based. As a post script I will give my two cents about the over use of 'FML' in 90% of all facebook users status updates these days (I mean seriously people, they don't even use 'FML' on twitter, so lets get with it already!) and how this is something that should be contributed to the EMO culture (YOU ALL NEED HUGS).
WOW! I can't even believe I'm doing this (referring to 'this' as 'doing something somebody told me to do...*clears throat*...rhmhmshermmmhmm); I'm actually complying to a request from facebook, I'm writing this blog solely because I was told to. You see normally when someone tells me what to do I sit back and contemplate all the possible outcomes of my actions; I rarely act out of emotion as this is the nature of the Taurus, this is who I am. In this instance however; I am choosing to go ahead with the literal thrashing of a new beer that has recently hit the markets and is slowly suckering millions of people into paying waaaay too much for a watered down beer with a splash of bar lime. I honestly kind of feel like a thief every time I sell one of these pricey and for the most part flavorless beverages. For fear of legal repercussions I will not call a spade a spade; so no names will be used when referring to this watered down trash tasting, sorry/pathetic excuse for a beer. This weekend I received and signed for a shipment of booze at work; in this shipment I unloaded eight cases of a new product for an existing line of beer, one might even call it the hypathetical 'King of Beers'. I myself wouldn't know anything about that. I knew as I was hauling the booze order into the bar that this beer was going to sky rocket off out of the coolers and back up wells. It was a beautiful day and the outside temperature was high so the patio was full; order after order I watched as the caps went popping off this extraordinarely priced drink of water with a touch of beer and bar lime, I couldn't help but shake my head as the masses once again, completely crumbled and conformed to the trickery of the big beer companies that can so obviously fool people into paying 37% more for a smaller bottle of beer (with less alcohol) while smack dab in the middle of a financial crisis and an economic recession.
I don't really want to say it's a bad thing, but I have noticed more people are coming out to drink instead of paying the ridiculous price of twenty seven and change for a twelve of watered down bar lime with a splash of beer.
So I think I've spent enough time on that whole subject; just remember people, this my opinion and it doesn't really mean much unless you allow it to.
This past Sunday I played my first game of the season in a slow pitch league. I had a lot of fun; our team was even more fun, we couldn't play worth a shit. I didn't really care that we lost as bad as we did (no way I'm gunna tell you the final score); all that mattered was how much fun it was! I got to pitch and play short stop and back catch and I smashed the ball a couple times and made it on base a couple times and caught a fly ball and even umped towards the end. I got a really sweet tan line from my sleeveless under armour shirt and a sweet tan line from my under armour wrist sweat band; I may have also gotten a touch too much sun, I wasn't feeling too hot later that night. Now as I said before; we got our asses handed to us by a bunch of girls and old men, that statement remains true, howwever I am happy to say that we did have a couple stars on our team (thanx Gil and Mallory). I look forward to playing some more games with the Beckham's crew, thanx a lot for letting me join in.
Now for the last thing on the agenda and this ones a good one; I have noticed another really cool trend that has surfaced on facebook, I'm talking about the abundant overuse of the abreviated saying of 'fuck my life' (FML). I really don't want to dwell on this for anymore time than I think it's wprth, so as lpng as I pwn a cpmputpr, there's absplutely NP way I will let a trend pn facebppk influence me! Seriupsly pepple! GRPW UP!! Get a hug and mpve pn! <
This Bud's for you Sherm,
-Digiddy
Today is a good day! I could honestly stop right there with no more to add; you know me though, I will for sure add my two cents about a whole lot..good day or bad, I will NOT be silenced.
I guess to explain myself a little more clearly; I will tell you all a little bit about my weekend, I will talk a bit about a buddy of mine we will call 'Sherm' (to protect his real identity) and his trendy/obsessive taste for a new beer out there. I will also touch on my first slow pitch game of the season and how we had our asses handed to us by a bunch of girls and old men. Lastly I will bring up yet again how my buddy 'Sherm' is a total lush and could possibly be convinced to drink almost anything that is alcohol based. As a post script I will give my two cents about the over use of 'FML' in 90% of all facebook users status updates these days (I mean seriously people, they don't even use 'FML' on twitter, so lets get with it already!) and how this is something that should be contributed to the EMO culture (YOU ALL NEED HUGS).
WOW! I can't even believe I'm doing this (referring to 'this' as 'doing something somebody told me to do...*clears throat*...rhmhmshermmmhmm); I'm actually complying to a request from facebook, I'm writing this blog solely because I was told to. You see normally when someone tells me what to do I sit back and contemplate all the possible outcomes of my actions; I rarely act out of emotion as this is the nature of the Taurus, this is who I am. In this instance however; I am choosing to go ahead with the literal thrashing of a new beer that has recently hit the markets and is slowly suckering millions of people into paying waaaay too much for a watered down beer with a splash of bar lime. I honestly kind of feel like a thief every time I sell one of these pricey and for the most part flavorless beverages. For fear of legal repercussions I will not call a spade a spade; so no names will be used when referring to this watered down trash tasting, sorry/pathetic excuse for a beer. This weekend I received and signed for a shipment of booze at work; in this shipment I unloaded eight cases of a new product for an existing line of beer, one might even call it the hypathetical 'King of Beers'. I myself wouldn't know anything about that. I knew as I was hauling the booze order into the bar that this beer was going to sky rocket off out of the coolers and back up wells. It was a beautiful day and the outside temperature was high so the patio was full; order after order I watched as the caps went popping off this extraordinarely priced drink of water with a touch of beer and bar lime, I couldn't help but shake my head as the masses once again, completely crumbled and conformed to the trickery of the big beer companies that can so obviously fool people into paying 37% more for a smaller bottle of beer (with less alcohol) while smack dab in the middle of a financial crisis and an economic recession.
I don't really want to say it's a bad thing, but I have noticed more people are coming out to drink instead of paying the ridiculous price of twenty seven and change for a twelve of watered down bar lime with a splash of beer.
So I think I've spent enough time on that whole subject; just remember people, this my opinion and it doesn't really mean much unless you allow it to.
This past Sunday I played my first game of the season in a slow pitch league. I had a lot of fun; our team was even more fun, we couldn't play worth a shit. I didn't really care that we lost as bad as we did (no way I'm gunna tell you the final score); all that mattered was how much fun it was! I got to pitch and play short stop and back catch and I smashed the ball a couple times and made it on base a couple times and caught a fly ball and even umped towards the end. I got a really sweet tan line from my sleeveless under armour shirt and a sweet tan line from my under armour wrist sweat band; I may have also gotten a touch too much sun, I wasn't feeling too hot later that night. Now as I said before; we got our asses handed to us by a bunch of girls and old men, that statement remains true, howwever I am happy to say that we did have a couple stars on our team (thanx Gil and Mallory). I look forward to playing some more games with the Beckham's crew, thanx a lot for letting me join in.
Now for the last thing on the agenda and this ones a good one; I have noticed another really cool trend that has surfaced on facebook, I'm talking about the abundant overuse of the abreviated saying of 'fuck my life' (FML). I really don't want to dwell on this for anymore time than I think it's wprth, so as lpng as I pwn a cpmputpr, there's absplutely NP way I will let a trend pn facebppk influence me! Seriupsly pepple! GRPW UP!! Get a hug and mpve pn! <
This Bud's for you Sherm,
-Digiddy
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Day Four At the Office Pt.2
Hello friendly drinkers!
Today I got some more ink done on my sleeve (work in progress). A long time ago I got a tattoo on my left arm around my biceps (horrible tribal design) and for years since I have wanted to get it either fixed up or covered up. At the end of last summer I decided to go see the ink artist that was currently doing my older brothers arm tattoo and my sister in law's tattoo as well; I really liked the work that I saw so I took upon myself to make an appointment for a consult with Dan Cameron (at the time was working out of Immaculate Concepts) and we were able to set something up. I went ahead with getting the cover up but decided it would be worth it just to get my entire left arm done, it seemed like the right thing to do so the rest of the arm wouldn't feel left out:)
I sat for around four hours today and towards the end I'll admit, it started to feel a tad bit raw. I have a pretty high pain threshold but after the third hour I start to get bored and feel the urge to watch the artist go to town on my skin with a motor powered needle poking in and out, over and over again. Needless to say I start to feel uncomfortable and think it's best to retire that session and wait anxiously for the next available appointment. It's funny how we (people who enjoy tattoo's) can't wait to get it over and done with while we're experiencing the whole tattoo tradition; yet when it's all done, we literally can't wait to get back in and either get the rest finished or get something new done. I guess crazy really is as crazy does; this being said, I must be an absolute nut!
Nothing but beer bongs!
-Digiddy
Today I got some more ink done on my sleeve (work in progress). A long time ago I got a tattoo on my left arm around my biceps (horrible tribal design) and for years since I have wanted to get it either fixed up or covered up. At the end of last summer I decided to go see the ink artist that was currently doing my older brothers arm tattoo and my sister in law's tattoo as well; I really liked the work that I saw so I took upon myself to make an appointment for a consult with Dan Cameron (at the time was working out of Immaculate Concepts) and we were able to set something up. I went ahead with getting the cover up but decided it would be worth it just to get my entire left arm done, it seemed like the right thing to do so the rest of the arm wouldn't feel left out:)
I sat for around four hours today and towards the end I'll admit, it started to feel a tad bit raw. I have a pretty high pain threshold but after the third hour I start to get bored and feel the urge to watch the artist go to town on my skin with a motor powered needle poking in and out, over and over again. Needless to say I start to feel uncomfortable and think it's best to retire that session and wait anxiously for the next available appointment. It's funny how we (people who enjoy tattoo's) can't wait to get it over and done with while we're experiencing the whole tattoo tradition; yet when it's all done, we literally can't wait to get back in and either get the rest finished or get something new done. I guess crazy really is as crazy does; this being said, I must be an absolute nut!
Nothing but beer bongs!
-Digiddy
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