Bookmut

My cell phone is retarded.

It's nothing like this awesome Swiss Army cellular, but the picture makes me laugh.

My cell phone makes me laugh, too. Well, it makes me spaz out in fits of rage, in which I fantasize about flamboyantly crushing the stupid thing into little bits and pieces -- and envisioning that makes me laugh.

Jessssusssssss Chrissssst! Ssssssstupid phone! GAWD!!!

Said, as I limp-wristedly defenestrate the device, lifting one heel on the follow through and setting the fire alarm off with my flaming homoness.

These fits are prompted by the low intelligence of my phone, which can't spell for shit. It can't spell!

Texting is the thing to do, so I do it. But when I type "don't" on the keypad, my phone spells "doo't"

What the fuck is a doo't? I don't even know what that means! It's pissing me off just thinking about it.

Asking frinds to attend a "cookout" becomes an invitatiion to a "bookmut." Who knows?!?

Bookmut. Have one this summer. Or doo't.

Downtown Alien

Indiana Jones Didn't Suck That Bad

I saw a pre-screening of the new Indy movie last week and people were pretty disappointed that I didn't come away raving about it. I didn't hate it, either.

This exchange pretty much sums up the experience:

"I thought it was the worst movie I've ever seen," says one reviewer.

"Oh," replies another. "Then you definitely haven't seen enough movies."

Peaches

Who else is going to hump your leg at the office? Seriously, dogs are the best co-workers. If I spend the afternoon rubbing on them, they don't report me to HR.

Fuck Target

Some friends gave me a Target gift card for my birthday last month. While I deeply appreciate the gesture, I fucking hate that place.

Yet, I'm also a cheap bastard and can't turn down anything that's free.

So I went shopping at the damn Target to spend my gift card and the entire experience only served to reinforce my hatred.

First of all, why you gotta bring all your kids and grandkids and aunts and uncles with you when you shop? I swear people bring the whole famdamily like it's some kind of fucking carnival.

Little bitches are running up and down the isle and half the kids look like they need a good bath. Going to Target is some kind of big deal to them and that's just sad. You know what's fun? Staying your ass at home, putting on clean clothes and washing your damn face.

People who unleash their groin spawn in a public place, letting them run around like wild animals piss me off. It's not a fucking playground. Just because you decided to spit out a bunch of babies doesn't mean the rest of the world should suffer. Control your brats! Put that shit on a leash.

Well behaved children are lovely and that's another story. It's actually funny to see how a normal child reacts to obnoxious hell spawn. They recoil in the same manner I do. Look at that scrunched up nose and disapproving glare. Cute!

Aside from out of control brats there are just too many people shopping there, period. Checkout is always a cluster fuck and they never have the damn express lanes open. You can't just run in and out. There are no short trips to Target.

Always being overcrowded tops my list of peeves, but I could perhaps get past that if Target truly carried quality items. They don't.

I'm all about saving a buck but it seems to me these kind of bargain bin mega-shops sell a bunch of cheap shit nobody really needs anyways. It gives the impression that you're saving money, but people forget to ask themselves if they really need that cheap plastic crap in the first place.

Off my list, they didn't have the Alba Shave Cream I use. I know I'm a prissy high-maintenance fag but I don't buy over-priced high end toiletries. Alba Shave Cream is available in grocery stores for Christ's sake, just not at Target.

They had the brand of hair spray I like, but only the flexible hold. Fuck all that! My hair needs mega hold. This is my problem: there were 6 rows of the flexible hold. Anyone with half a brain can see there is plenty of space for every variety but instead they buy one type, the kind I don't like.

There are tons of doggie items, but Target is prejudice towards other pets. Their selection sucks and they don't carry Greenies, kitty's favorite treats (they fight plaque and bad breath). I had to buy some fatty shit my pussy doesn't need. She's big enough. Still, it was the only plaque-fighting product they had. The only one.

It's like they read my mind and purposefully excluded the stuff I like. Fuck Target.

Happy Cinco de Mayo

Cinco de Mayo: Another good reason to get shitfaced.

I'm pretty sure that's the official definition of this holiday.

Works for me!

Is this your kitty?

Peanut Butter Poo

I ate a shitload of peanut butter last night.

Straight out of the jar, with a spoon. It was my dinner!

And when I say a shitload, I honestly mean just that. Today my butt is manufacturing creamy peanut butter poo. That's exactly what it looks like.

The thing is, I only ever eat crunchy peanut butter. It’s like a mini refinery back there!

I know. Gross. But thank God. Crunchy poo would hurt like hell.

In The Moment

At summer's edge, I'm always reminded of this guy I used to work with who annoyed the crap out of me.

That is, until I found out that his lack of concentration had nothing to do with weather or not he was paying attention, but rather because he was actually a little hit in the head.

I mean that quite literally.

Prior to getting hired on with me, he had gone on a sales trip with some colleagues; two of them were female. After they returned to their hotel one night, some locals started harassing the ladies and he stood up for them -- chasing the guys off. The men returned with baseball bats and beat the crap out of him.

When he related the story, he chuckled about his partial brain damage and said, "The simplest things in life are the best anyways. Like hanging your arm out of a car window on a sunny summer day; that just never gets old."

I learned something that day. Thinking too much can be overrated. Life is in the moment.

4 Minutes to Save the World

I tried to do something for Earth Day, but they insisted on putting my wine in a paper bag. I'll recycle the bottle, I promise.

Happy 420

Mexican Ketchup

Friday mornings, I treat myself to a nice breakfast (usually I just have something simple like a bagel, cereal or piece of fruit) but it's the end of the week and I get a treat for making it a whole five days without killing anyone or going completely bat shit crazy (always thisclose).

One of my favorite breakfast treats is an egg white omelet with Swiss cheese, tomato, avocado, and bell peppers. I always ask for salsa with my eggs, the ladies know my meal requests because I'm basically a creature of habit.

Also, as I've said before the cafeteria food kind of sucks so my favorites are mostly of a process of elimination. "Favorites" is a relative term here, obviously.

Anyways, when I made my usual salsa request she had something special for me today. "Do you want real salsa," she asked, "or Mexican ketchup?"

Mexican ketchup? I love that crazy chicka.

By the way she was not kidding about the real salsa. It's wicked hot.

Crunk & Disorderly

Don't let people take pictures of you at parties. This is why:

Weird angle = Big nose

Strange head tilt + whore shirt = Drunk slut

Whore

Hands down, this is the hottest couple of 2008 so far.

She wanted a "spiritual and sexual experience," so the two broke into a church and did it on the altar. Fucking for Jesus!

"Deputies in MacClenny Florida said they found the door of the church busted out and undergarments scattered on the floor. They found Crystal Rowland, 24, hiding behind the pulpit and Matthew Pearce, 28, hiding in the crawl space under the church."

I don't know what God they pray to, but she's a dirty whore and I respect that. Dude is do-able in a white trash/terminator kind of way (seriously, what is with the eye). If he wanted to plow me in the Lord's house, I'd definitely let him go balls deep. That would be a sacrilegious and sexual experience, which is what I'm into.

When they go to court, I sincerely hope the case is officially refered to as Florida v. The Father, The Son and The Holy Seed.

Speaking of whores, this is the part where I unabashedly plug my new column for Young Hollywood.

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I feel kind of dirty after all that self-promotion. Who wants to give me a sponge bath?