Treat me right

You know, I wanted to say that, at my most excellent new job, they treat me so good, why, they treat me better than...I don't know...my wife?
But then I thought about it, and that ain't saying much, there's dudes whose wives I've nicked before that treated me better than that.
At my new job, they treat me...I know, they treat me as good as I deserve.
That's it.

Man, this hump a couple of tables over is fucking abusing the bejeesus out of this shitty NT$50 cigar, and it's just fuckin foul beyond measure, it's nearly putting me off my crappy beer & shots.
Nearly.

Guess I better cut my fuckin hair this weekend, we're getting kind of fuckin nappy here.

I realized with a bit of surprise the other day how much fucking time I spend alone. You reckon I'm out of the house about 60 to 70 hours a week, and, except for the maybe once a month or month and a half that I  meet up with the Wee Irish Fella for a couple hours after work, in that time I'm totally alone.
That should explain some of the fucked up shit that I share with you lot.
It's a good fuckin thing I'm so fuckin entertaining.

Fuck me on skates, that guy's fuckin cigar reeks.

Jeez, I just talked to the Hump Nazi down in Taichung. Never mind, it would just embarrass him.

Lordy, I had to go into my Trash folder to check for an autoresponder from this page I joined. What the FUCK is up with all this Viagra spam??!?
Just goes to show you what crappy marketers those guys are, since anyone who's ever even met me knows I got the complete fucking opposite problem.

It's Friday, right?
You fuckin A, bubba.
You know what that means, right kiddies?
Hell yeah.So this here one is one of those deals where I can't even decide which I like better, the tune or the vid.
Deppsta, Anwar (in one of them late 80's french cut swimsuits, Rrrrrrrrow!), and Faye Motherfucking Dunaway, for fuck's sakes!
(I used to have a pair of those shades, I'd wear them when my girlfriend pissed me off, it drove her nuts. EX-cellent!)



Have a great weekend, babies.