September 23, 2003

Not that I'm a prude....

But, come on, here. How freakin' sorry is your ass when you need to wag your willy in someones face that doesn't even know you?

I checked my 'Friends' list. He's not on it. I don't have a 'Gross Asshole' list. Maybe I should start one?

I am so flabbergasted...I just don't know what to think. It is making me laugh, though. I can not believe this guy. And, I'll just bet that that was a mild case of Internet Ickyness. Jesus.

So...what are ya really supposed to do with shit like that? I'm sure I didn't handle it the best way, but it was gone pretty quick. Thank God.

I can see where it could be fun, maybe. With the right person/people. But..this was mostly just weird. And unsettling. And funny. The nasty lookin' boy.

Does this happen a lot? Has everyone who does it fallen out of an 'ugly tree', hitting every branch on the way down? What, may I ask, did this dipshit think I was gonna do? Be impressed? Go buy a camera right now to share this experience with him more fully? Whack off with one hand and type with the other? Puke? What?

Please, someone tell me that women do not really like this shit. If they do, they're more fucked up than I ever realized. Sittin' here, minding your own business, surfing the web and suddenly...there it is. Or, almost was, anyway. EW! Ew, ew, ewewew.
Maybe it's me who's fucked up. Because I can tell ya right now...I'd not want a stripper's dick in my face either. Everytime I see one of those guys on TV, like I did today on Biography (about people getting married), the first thing that goes through my mind is, if that were me, I'd be saying "Back off, asshole. Step outta my space and keep your dick outta here, too." If he didn't, it would piss me off. The Chippendales are cute, yeah, but they are still nothing but a bunch of empty-headed, over-sexed, male bims. Dance your well-defined little asses off. Just don't do it up my fuckin' nose, okay?

Honestly. Some people's kids.

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Oh. My. God.

Okay, so I'm trying (unsuccessfully I might add) to get to the Season to Risk homepage when this Yahoo IM box pops up with a name I've seen before but of a person I don't really know. I can't really even remember ever talking to him before. He says "Hi", I say "Hi" and he askes if I still do web cams.
What the fuck?
I don't now and have not yet ever had a web cam. Then he asks if I have pictures. Then, he says I don't need a camera, I can see his. Okaaaay.
So..boom...there he is. No shirt. Rut-roh. I've never viewed a web cam before, but I think I smell something gross coming my way.
Then he says "How's this?" and begins to point the camera at his crotch, panning down his fat gut on the way. As soon as I saw the blue underwear, I was like..."Okay..bye." I didn't say anything to him, just clicked everything off.

I thought to myself...I'm telling Greg. I guess because it was his site I was trying to get to.

Then, another box comes up "Do I want to see his cam?" "Nope", click. And, so far, he's stayed gone.

Disgusting fucktard.

I wish I had a picture for him.. Of GREG. I'd send him that with a little note..."My boyfriend would like to meet you. Very badly."

Why would this asshat assume I would want to see his dick? I swear, the next time someone tells me they have a camera and would I like to see it I'm going to tell them "Yes. Hanging outcha ass."

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September 22, 2003

I'm about to become a 'computer whiz'....

For all of you who are familiar with my computer ineptitude, you know this means I'm about to lift my leg and PISS on this thing.

But, I will control my primal urges and go away for a while. Matter of fact, I'm gonna go RE-read Jeff Foxworthy's "No shirt, no shoes...No problem!" because he makes me laugh out loud.

Stupid damn plastic ass-bitin' chicken-livered monkey-lipped brainless dickless sack 'o poop computer.

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I am sooo about to smack this computer...

What am I missing here? I'm trying to download a Monoply game. Supposed to be so simple. I click on 'Download Monoploy now' and it starts. Then it asks me what program I want to use. How the hell should I know? You're the fuckin' computer, YOU pick one. It pops up a window with about 20 choices in it, the only one of which I remember is Dr. Watson. I have abso-frickin'-lutely no idea who he is, what he does or what 'program' I'm supposed to pick.
I choose 'Explorer" because I at least know that name...It continues. Then throws out this box saying something about "You are downloading a file...blah, blah, blah." There are three or four choices at the bottom of this box. "Open', 'save', cancel', and 'more info'. Not one of these choices resulted in me playing Monoply.

So, what gives? Besides me, the finger, to the computer?

Anyone? Bueller?

Help?

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Why is it...

that 'normal' is a relative term when no ones relatives are normal?

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September 21, 2003

A 'comment' on the comments...

I started to do this in the comments of the 'Acidman' post. Then, it turned into another post, as opposed to a comment. (I have bouts of diarrhea of the keyboard as well as the mouth, it seems...)
Anyway...

Tuning Spork (I love that name, btw-the concept cracks me up): I agree with that quote, although I'd fine tune it to read: "Beware the fury of the patient, intelligent and shit-on-for-no-discernable-reason man." Especially if you're the Ex-lax addict who keeps using him as the target, like she did and continues to do.

LeeAnn: I know the feeling. On some level, he scares the crap outta me, too. It's probably mostly just me and my past experiences, but...
He brings out this 'I-wanna-keep-this-shit-from-happening-to-him' thing in me. Not that I think he can't take care of himself. I just see the wounds and want to dress them and keep any more from being so indiscriminantly, maliciously, thoughtlessly and joyfully inflicted...(so it would seem from the frequency and intensity of her mental diarrhea of ideas of things to put him through). Under the right circumstances-me being single, for instance (which I'm not)- I can see how this could cause me to like him more and more as time went on. Then, I'd do something dumb (I know me. I wouldn't mean to, but I probably would anyway...) like liking him waaay too much and end up getting annihilated.
It's almost like finding a wounded lion. He's laying there bleeding, but still alive. You edge up, get a little closer and find that he's pretty nice, for a wounded lion. You take care of his wounds, he gets better and still doesn't bite your face off, because he's used to you now. But...one day, you let your guard down or make the wrong move at the wrong time and he remembers his "King of the Beasts-ness" at the right time and you lose a limb. He feels bad, you feel bad and there goes your ability to tie your own shoes. (Kinda hard to do one-handed, ya know?) (By the way, I personally, wouldn't blame the lion. He is, after all a LION. What did I think could happen? I'd be the one being dumb somehow. Like I said-I know me.)
Without Eric, I wouldn't be doing any of this. (So, yes, blame him...) Without him in my life, I'd never have found Rob, or blogs, in the first place. And, I too, would probably be too scared to do much more than just read. But still....I have a confession to make. Seeing the name 'Acidman' in the comments or 'Pigmenteer' on an email is....electrifying, a bit nerve-shaking and exciting/scary, at first. Kinda like being pulled over by a cop. Even if you haven't done anything, ya still get a bit nervous. I still get a jolt when I see those names show up.
As for those fish with both eyes on one side of their head-I think they're flounders and they're good battered and fried. With ketchup.
About the chickens-Childhood trauma involving one? Or just a general phobia? If it was a mean one that soured you, just remember that usually roosters are the aggressive ones. Hens are pretty laid back. I love going out to where they are at night and just listening to them 'talk'. Not all roosters are mean, either. I had one living in my house back in Jersey for a while. He watched T.V., played with the cats, rode in my car and loved Beefaroni. If he woulda only kept his big beak shut...and just tried 'housebreaking'. Sigh. I miss Chandler.

drc: Exactly. We need more men like him of ALL ages. And, lots less females like his BC, Eric's BC, my mother, 90% of the chicks in my high school and especially adult women who think (and act like) they are still in high school. Men like Rob give me hope. Women like that give me allergies...the kind that make you break out in fists and foul language.

See why this was too big for a 'comment'?

Wait'll ya see the next one.

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1 Thanks Excellent post. And about the chickens... I get these "phases" where ordinary crap scares me silly... for a while it was cows, I couldn't even look at cows. Then it was the closet monster (I can't sleep with the closet door open to this day.)
The chicken thing came from a time we tried to find a rent-a-ride stable and a chicken attacked my innocent little ankles. I suddenly had visions that it would peck through my ankles until it found an artery and then the rest would flock all over me to feast feast feast.
I know exactly the look you have right now. I get that look a lot from the GM1, especially when I cringe in the grocery store from the canned prune display.
That's scary too.

Posted by: LeeAnn at September 22, 2003 10:32 AM (HxCeX)

2 I knew it. I felt it in my gut. I'll bet ya dollars to doughnuts that it was a rooster who jumped ya. They're like that sometimes. They don't want to eat your ankles, though. They just don't want you to take over their hens.
And cows? Believe me, cows can be scary bitches. Especially when they are trying to leave the area and you're in the way. Or, you're trying to milk them, or breed them, or help them deliver, or doing pretty much anything except looking at them. From a distance... But, they're not mean, they're stupid. Unfortunately, stupid can be just as painful as mean.
Don't feel bad, though. There are people who are afraid of grapes. They think the grapes look like eyes. On the entire planet, I believe there is someone (or two) to be afraid of every single thing God put here. Ankle-peckin' roosters and could-kill-ya-they're-so-damn-big-cows seems pretty normal to me. And, I hate prunes myself. (See post titled "The Next One...") They are an icky lookin' lot. (Her included....)

Posted by: Stevie at September 22, 2003 05:37 PM (tSTXP)

3 You need to get out more.

I mean, if you're excited by the Acidman you'll be positively numbed by the rest of us.

Posted by: Tuning Spork at September 22, 2003 11:51 PM (xTW6o)

4 Hey, you never forget your first.

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September 20, 2003

Ever had one of those days when you get on your own nerves?

First, I confused Velociman. Then, I explained the wrong part. Then, I explained the right part and misspelled 'confuSed'.

Hang in there, Kim. I'll get it right in a second...
*Beating head on desk*

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INCOMING!!!

Hi. I'm back now. I have a few things floating around in my head (besides the dust-devil, bits of paper and dried leaves), but right now, I don't care. I just want to do another link. (This shit is FUN.) Besides, as for that other crap, I still haven't figured it out much yet. All I'm sure of so far is that it has something to do with me being testy, PMS, TV and John Ritter. And, Greg Brady kissing that chick who played Janet Wood. I know her name, but...damn. Oh well, it'll come to me. Also, Celine "Shoot-me-NOW-Dion" and MAD magazine. There's also something in there about angst and people with real problems. Which came from the Hallmark channel and watching M*A*S*H.

So, ya see why I don't feel like wading through that right this minute? God.

Back to my linking party.
Hey. I just remembered something about something like one-step linking. I had it on this computer before the whole IEDLL thing and I think it let you link from anywhere. It's gotta be here at mu.nu someplace. I need to find that now that I have an actual hope in hell of using it.

Anyhoo (Rod!)....

My first link for this evening is another MoveableTypian whom I've been reading for a while. Because of when I moved, he wasn't really aware of it til just recently. He felt bad about missing the pinning ceremonies (It was a very quiet move. Just me and a coupla buddies and our pickups as opposed to a buncha bedbuggers and a Mayflower fleet), so I've invited him to the link party. He's one of the ones I've been wanting to link for so long, anyway.
So, here ya go, Sweetie. (I did it again just 'cause...)

Now, I wanna get some smilies on here...gtm (giggling to myself)

UPDATE: Hi. I'm a 'tard. And, apparently, I can't read. Or, my fingers and eyes just wanted to be cute, or something. At any rate, I fixed that mistake they made. I love the fact that I can now create the link, but not notice huge differences in things like mu.mu and .com. Especially when I type it both ways in less than 30 seconds. Sigh.

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September 19, 2003

Just Darn!

Darn, darn, darn! (Why do I hear Herman Munster's voice as I type that?) Even though I was aiming for the exact opposite, I managed to rile Dax. (I did that link without having to write down or look at his URL, though....)

So, now I want to explain my philosophy on hunting. Bear with me. (Was that a pun?)

I've spent my life around horses. One of the first things I figured out was the difference between 'cowboys' and 'horsemen' these days. Whether you're a cowboy or a horseman basically boils down to one question. That 2 year old over there...see him? When you start working with him, will you think of it as training him or breaking him? If you say 'breaking' him, you're a cowboy. If you're not really good at it, then you're just a hotdog on a horse. If your natural inclination is to think of it as training, and do it that way, you're a horseman. Every good cowboy has 'horseman' in him. Somewhere. It's what keeps him from being a hack. And, keeps the horse from ending up neurotic.
Hotdogs, on the other hand, just know brute strength, intimidation and fear. Never respect. They are assholes.

By the same token, there are hunters, then there are assholes with access to a weapon. They are vastly different creatures. Hunters follow the rules. I'm not saying they're perfect and never do anything...out of the ordinary, it's just that they usually have a good reason. Hunters aren't out there just to blow the shit out of some animal. Usually they're doing it to put meat in the freezer. Hunters will track a deer to the bitter end and they make sure to try to kill with the first shot.
Hunters hunt, for the most part, during the day. They don't discharge firearms in your backyard. They don't kill more animals of whatever season than they can even count. And, they certainly do not cut off the hams and horns, or even worse-just the horns-and leave rotting carcasses all over God's created earth.

Assholes with access to a weapon make their own rules. They kill what they want, when they want and for any reason they see fit. "Hey, let's see if we can blow up a rabbit with this here grenade launcher." You know the type. A.W.A.T.A.W.'s kill animals just for the fun of it. I think it's some kinda 'compensation' thing, myself. "Hmmm. I have no brains, no dick and no life. I must murder some small animal out of season, preferably right in my neighbors yard." Dickweeds. These idiots also go out at night with a spotlight, freeze a deer with it and shoot them. I do believe that's ILLEGAL. These assholes also think it's a fine idea to kill way more hapless critters per season than they're supposed to. And, track a wounded animal? Feh. Too much like effort. And, I cannot tell you the number of poached deer I have found while riding my horse through the woods in the spring and summer back in Salem County. Don't even get me started on killing doe's out of season. (I know "doe's" isn't possessive, but if I hadn't used the apostrophy, it would have looked like does.)

Around here, on this farm, I don't encounter poached deer, thank God, but we do have morons who show up here and kill pigeons constantly. Right in the got-damn driveway. I could throw a rock, and often want to, and hit them. Hard. They either don't know or don't care about the fact that they are not only being obnoxious and totally disruptive, but they could get Eric kicked half to death when they try doing this shit while he's milking. I mean, cows just looove loud, unexpected noises. Bill, the idiot, allows this. Instead of putting a fuckin' roof on the stupid silo to keep the pigeons out, he has an open frickin' buffet for them, then drives everybody (except the other idiot in the back there who uses a shotgun as a means of communication with his daughter) bugshit. It's just stupid. And, after about the 200th shot, I start getting sick of the noise and pissed at the idiocy. Then, usually, I start getting mouthy. I actually said to one of these boneheads "Yo! I've got a parakeet in a cage in the house, if ya get tired of missing the pigeons" Schmuck. He took the hint and moved. One asshole actually shot a pigeon down in flight right in my driveway, fer Christ sake. Fuckin' bird almost landed on my head. I'm pretty sure the look I gave that one expressed my feelings very well. He went home. I hate every one of 'em. This farm is comprised of hundreds of acres. Why must they do this shit right beyond the edge of this lawn? Besides, I own quite a few of the animals around here that aren't cows. God help the fuckwit who shoots one of them. Accident or not, he'll soon figure out he should just kill himself. It'll be easier for him.

Oh, shit. I just remembered, I'd better point out that I am not talking about those dove shoots people go to. I chose to ignore the fact that they happen and besides, they don't hold these shoots in my yard. I admit, I don't exactly understand this phenomenon, but I know it happens. Fuck it, though. I can't care about everything. Gotta draw a line somewhere, ya know?

Where I'd like to draw the line for killing game animals is just this side of 'correctly'. I wish there was some easy way to rid the world of poachers and the other assorted asswits who drag hunting and hunters down and the fucktards who lump them all together. When I'm pissing and ragging about 'murdering animals', it's the asshole faction I'm referring to. Not Hunters. (Capital 'H' on purpose.)

Dax...we got plenty of good hunting here in Pa. I'd be more than happy to fix it so you can come hunt here, if ya want. Come at the right time, you can go on a hayride, too. And, walk through a corn maze, pick yourself out a pumpkin...all kinds of fun stuff. But, I'll show where the best deer stand is first.

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And, now for something completely different...

Dear Stupid Athlete who is best known for O.D.-ing on Ephedra and dying,

I'd like to thank you for being such a moron as to kill yourself with an OTC dietary supplement that happened to contain Ephedra. Because you were so witless, it is now nearly impossible to find anything that isn't Ephedra free. I, unlike you apparently, can read and follow usage directions, you asswit. I do not appreciate one tiny bit the fact that since you were stupid, I'm paying for it. Thank you, you fucktard, for giving the government one more way to interfere with my life. I hope you rot.

Sincerely,
The person who now hates you.

We now return you to regular programming...

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Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit...

I was just outside. It's not raining. What wind there is, is warm and gusty. It feels great.
Crickets and things are singing, I can see stars and on the way back in, I heard a jet.

It's actually nicer out than it has been in a while.

Man, I hope Ted's okay.

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Hey Susie!

Found another funny cat thing for ya! There's a red flashing banner at the top of this page...it made my eye start to twitch after about 30 seconds. But, once you get scrolled past that, the rest of it is funny as hell!

(whispers Lord, please let this one work. Thanks.)

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1 LOL! That was enjoyable. Cats are amazing, aren't they? Some days I think His Majesty gets very frustrated that I am too stupid to understand what he's telling me......

Posted by: Susie at September 20, 2003 01:56 PM (SM1Wt)

2 zoofilia zoosex zoofilia zoofilia

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Here comes another one...

Since he's had a death in his family-his T.V. died-and since I seem to be able to do this now...

You've gotta go read this guy. I've been reading him for a while now and I really like him. (Plus, there's something intriguing about that picture of him...)

Besides, if I can get this URL right, I should be able to do 'em all. Right?

There is one thing, tho. Dax hunts. Now, I'm not a tree-huggin', pencil-necked, PETA-joining nimrod. It's just that I've got some funny riffs and good points that I like to shoot my mouth off with about hunting. I'm in love with a guy who hunts, too, okay? And, I even like deer stands...even if I don't use them for hunting, per say....giggles.
I took Hunter Ed. in high school. But, I've never killed an animal on purpose. There have been, however numerous people I'd like to have killed.
Anyway, I love venison. I don't like seeing cold, dead deer eyes. I want a head with a rack to hang on the wall so I can put a baseball cap and sunglasses on it with a cigarette in it's mouth. I wouldn't like to see it's feet holding the murder weapon. That's just sick.
I don't think it's a very bright idea to take everybody's guns away, however, I'll never really believe that hunters need armor-piercing bullets. How many deer have you seen wearing a Kevlar vest?

I love Dax, but when I get into my whole "Wanna make it a sport? Go get one mano-a-mao. Strangle one." routine, I always, always think of Dax. And, hope to God that he's at least smiling (if not giggling) at that stuff. I always think of it as kinda pokin' him in the side-gently-and grinnin' at him. (The first few times, of course, I'd also be hoping he didn't decide to snap my finger off because he hates being poked or something.)

Anyway, I really like you, Dax and I'm never seriously serious about that stuff. Even if I was, it wouldn't be because of anything you do. The only thing about the whole deal that does piss me off are poachers and those 'men' like Gerald McRaney who pay to kill exotic animals within the confines of a fence or cage.

Man, am I glad I got that out. Maybe now I'll quit worrying so much.

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1 Hey! Where did you learn to link like that?

Posted by: Dax Montana at September 19, 2003 03:31 AM (L5VX+)

2 All I can say is 'It's about damn time." , really.

I still can't fix the archives back at blogsnot, tho. Html scares me. It gives me one of those 'math headaches'. Which is ten times worse than those brain freezes from eating ice cream too fast.

Posted by: Stevie at September 19, 2003 04:03 AM (cZTPA)

3 Houston, we have linkage!!!

*applause*

Posted by: Ted at September 19, 2003 08:15 AM (2sKfR)

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Just because I can...

Hey! TED! How you guys doin' down there?

Still got the Yahoo Messenger on...
I'll be watching.
Be safe.

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YAY!!!

Seeing how this seems to be working so well...

Here ya go, Greg.

I just found him a few days ago over at (the other) Dawn's place, but I feel like I've known him forever.
One reason is because he writes like you're hanging out at The Hurricane (his favorite bar-not out in this rain) with him, just bullshittin' and the other reason is because of that reason. I read all of the archives. (Because he writes so well...) He just makes ya want to keep reading...and reading...and reading. My eyeballs were on fire every time before I'd stop. Thank God I'm all caught up on this site. I've still got his old one to check out. It's called Season To Risk and I'll probably end up linking that, too.
Hell, I'll be linking everything, now...
So much cool shit I've wanted to link. Now all I have to do is remember even half of it.

(Weather-wise it's getting really windy and it's been raining pretty steady for a while now. I have an empty tit-dip barrel in my yard, a few twigs and leaves lying around, but that's about all...so far. Hell, my parakeet is still hanging out in the carport. It's not the worst I've seen this summer. Yet.)

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Just for shits-n-giggles...

Let's try another link...

This guy is fuckin' FRIED.
I swear, he makes me laugh so hard, it hurts! My cheeks and my abs ache from his silly shit.
And, once, I saw full frontal NUDITY over there. (Remember, Bill?)

(It was a baby picture of him peeing on the floor...giggle, giggle*snort*giggle)

Told ya he's fried.
Check him out.

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September 18, 2003

Well, I'll be...

I finally made a link that works.

It's gonna start snowing any second now.

Kinda cool it was to Rob...(grinnin' all big-n-shit...)

Now, for the other 8 million things and people I've wished I could link.

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Oh God....

I just noticed that the page I linked about the size of guys is right under Acidman.

Maa-aaa-an....

Damn alphabet.

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I found local bloggers!!

I've just added a few new blogs from people around the Philly area and about forty-leven of 'em to 'favorites'.
There is also a link in the blogroll (the only way I'm sure to get it right) called 'The long and short of it'. Ya might wanna check it out. It's about rock n roll guys and their.....uh....'frontmen', or lack thereof.

Pretty cool, except I don't know over half of these people. (Stuck in the '70's, where the GOOD music lives...) At least there wasn't anything icky about Malcolm Young (the good-looking one from AC/DC.)

I'll be posting some crap about me and who I am-n-shit, shortly. In case any of the Philly bloggers show up and wanna know who I am. (Of course there is that 40 inch post here from my first day...) I also heard from my fiance's brother (ROD!!! my 'anyhoo' guy) and, since my archives back at Blogsnot are still messed up, I may have to fix that tonight....prayformepeople....

In the meantime, you can go see whats there (and fix it for me if you're the other type of computer-whiz)(My personal definition of a computer-whiz being someone like me who thinks whizzing on your computer qualifies...) by going to:

http://caughtintheXfire.blogspot.com-NOT A LINK, sorry. I suck at that, so it's just typed.

I shall return...I hope. Gotta go outside, where it sounds a might-bit windy...

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I don't believe this shit....

Y'all want to see something really....fuckin'.....STUPID?

Click on my site meter. Then click on the 'by referrals' button. Then go down to the Google search nestled in between my sign in and Dax Montana. (It's currently #14. My sign in looks like: http://blog.mu.nu/cgi/login?_...13&saved_added=1+ping-error=1......and Dax looks like this: http://bellsouth.pwp.net/j/d/jdaber. What you're looking for looks like:
http://google.de/search?q=...=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&start=110&sa=N....blah, blah, blah. It goes on beyond the edge. If you roll the pointer onto it, it says Shanksville+fake.
Click that. Then, when you get the page of sites, go get a LARGE barf bag and click on the top one.

This is the stupidest shit I've seen so far. And, notice, by the way, that the reason I get listed fifth is because I said that Todd Beamer, who was on Flt. 93 that crashed in Shanksville has more balls than Bush. The word fake comes up because, apparently in the same post, I was talking about deer hunting like a Real Man (just kidding, you Deer Hunter-types) and leaving home the all the (rotten) tricks guys use to lure deer...like doe piss and fake deer.
So, what I was saying had NOTHING whatsoever to do with the first page 'o shit listed.

Don't forget that barf bag.

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