Oh, perfect....
I come home from a 10, no... an 11 hour shift, go completely postal when I find out I'm being lied to yet again, puke it all over Xfire, then toddle off to Gut Rumbles.
And, what do I find when I get there?
He linked me. Make no mistake, I love Rob soooo much for doing that, it's just that I wish I had known...
I mean, I'd still be pissed about the horse shit (not manure, the horse "shit" I'm being put through for reasons known only to Jon (the lying sack of monkey shit) and Satan), but maybe I'd have tempered it a bit. That way, the people who come via Rob won't think he's some kinda nut for linking me because of me.
Know what I mean? Besides, I shoulda just went there first, like I do every other got-damned day.
Then, I'd have seen the link and that one comment and felt better BEFORE I posted.
Then, I'd have a halfway decent post for people to see. I just hope everybody who comes by has been here before, or reads some of the archives, maybe.
That post down there is gonna make one HELL of a first impression, otherwise. Ah, well.
Fuck it.
That's how this shit is supposed to work anyway, ain't it? Ya blow chunks all over yer own place, then go to someone else's and start to get past whatever is trying to kill you.
Right?
Gawd, I hope so... Plus, after I got done over there (at GR), I started googling Jon's name, along with "lying sack of monkey shit", at one point.
Got nothing back with that, but "lying sack of monkey shit" alone came back with a buncha links, not the least of which is one that tells me that phrase is from "The Breakfast Club", one of my favorite movies.
Cool.
I did not know that.
I think that's because it's one of Emilio Estavez's lines to Judd Nelson, most of which I'm jeering at Emilio's character all through, so it doesn't surprise me I haven't heard him say it.
It also doesn't surprise me that NOW I wanna watch it again. Although.... "Full Metal Jacket" is somewhat more in tune with my mind right now. I'm thinking of that scene in the head with Pyle and when the guys take out that sniper....
Man, I'd consign my soul to Hell to be able to be Animal Mother for a few days... Yeah, Bay-bee....
Now that thought brings a smile, a biiiig smile, to my lips. Fuck me?
No.
Fuck YOU... *blam*
(That was the rocket launcher I'd have traded my machine gun for. I'd be aiming that thing straight up a few people's asses right about now....) Okay.
Time to go burn some doobage.
And then some more.
Maybe a little Tequila Rose, too.... Ain't ate nuthin' all day.
Ought not take too much of that stuff to work, huh?
(Yeah, and it probably wouldn't take much to make me puke right about now, either, so I t'ink I'll just stick wid da weed... safer that way and not just for me.) Meantime, I love ya, Rob.
Thank you again, man.
I owe ya bigtime.
You keep saving me from myself and don't even know you're doing it.
Just by being there.
Just by being who ya are. And, how fuckin' awesome is that?
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