Oh tank ye jebus

Here is what some fuckface left as a comment:

I THINK YOU NEED TO COME TO GOD AND BELIEVE HIS WORD AND STOP CONDEMING IT.....JESUS CHRIST IS MY LORD AND SAVIOR,HE WILL COME BACK FOR HIS PEOPLE.....H


Thanks for that. Now, go eat shit and die.

kicking, but not high.

still. I'll get back on this shit, asap. don't like it? fuck off.

Land of Pleasant Living

So, let's see what's been going on:

*I had a leaf battle with the neighbors. They thought that since the leaves came from a tree in my yard, they should just blow the leaves out of their yard BACK into my yard. Yep, you go ahead and do that. Them bastards can sit. Andrew WINS.

*I had leaf battle part deux. They blow their leaves into the street as often as I drink a beer, since they like them to be sucked up by the township. Well, since we have 3 cars now, I conveniently parked one right in the pile. That's right. Now there is a big motherfucking pile of leaves in front of their house and nobody to haul it away. Take that you geriatric german assholes. Now it has snow on it. HA! Blow leaves in my yard again...Andrew WINS.

*Because of leaf battle part deux and the aforementioned snow, the storm drain downhill from their house is blocked (by them, of course) so now they have slush and ice and winterly unfriendliness in front of their house. Andrew WINS.

*Now, the other neighbors haven't shoveled their sidewalk. Too bad they couldn't keep their yard looking better than an abandoned property. Thee township shall knowith. Andrew WINS.

*So I got a snowblower from Pap. Old. Worked fine 2 years ago. Not Thursday night. Of course I wait until the last minute. So I shoveled the SOB out Friday around 6am. Then I stole Dad's snowblower. Then on Saturday, I fixed mine. Andrew WINS. Andrew's back does not win.

*Thursday I drove to work. About 1 mile from the joint, the pimp ride (For you not in the know: 1991 Honda Accord SE 172k miles. Yes, pimp ride.) started running rough and sounded like a Harley with a cam. I made it home. Following repairing the snow blower, I completed a full diagnosis: an exhaust valve is burnt. Now, I will just drive it around until the whole dirty bastard decides to let loose--which will be 200k miles+, oh yes it will--3.5 cylinders and all. Fuck it. Hook me up with some loot or a cheap ride.

*I've rediscoverd the band Clutch. Pete Joseph, get back up in it. The rest of you who don't know about this shit, get up on it. Just steal some or email me and I'll give you a tastin! It's gold. Solid.

*I was in Pittsburgh last weekend for the Steelers game. I'll spare the details, but Bill and I had a blast and got filthy drunk. Cheap. Email me for details and to hear about the bar where a midget walk on the bar and swings on a pole and pours shots out of the bottle down your throat and where they have liquid crack and college kids who will take us back to our hotel and as payment insist that we take some of their Miller Lite.

Enjoy this post. I might post again soon--let's get some action going...

It have been over one month now

Not too much fall-out regarding my "non-posting". Oh well. Once you get used to something it doesn't bother you too much, you know.

Here's an interesting link I found regarding Blogs that the authors have with no knowledge to those that they know: Secret Posts. Thanks Kottke.

Let's see: some know about this joke of a blog of mine. most don't. nobody cares.

We have a winner!

Yes Joe, Poundcake is the name of a Van Halen song. It was on the album I was ripping when I decided to give a little love to the blog.

Speaking of winners there are several here:
The Peoples of Hampden Township
Joe (as mentioned above)
Me
The kid I am about to tell a story about

So, this dope from Shiremanstown (Back OFF!!!) decides to take his Dad's car and drive to the Exxon. This Exxon is about a mile from my house and about a mile from Shiremanstown (Back OFF!!!). Just a regular night at the Exxon. Until this asshole decides he's going to rob the store--probably for some Newports and a couple blunts or some shit. The Indian (dot, not feather) guy tells him he's got no money and runs out the store. Someone pumping gas writes down the plate (of Dad's car) while the Indian (dot, not feather) runs to call the cops.

The dope is confronted by the Shiremanstown cops the next day. The cop told him to go "talk" with Barney or some cop in my twp. Instead, the dope takes the long way, stops at the Exxon again, stabs the Indian (dot, not feather) in the arm, stomach, face, and stuff. Then he goes to the police station (my police station) and tells Barney the whole deal about both nights. So if your robbery attempt gets shut down, you should go back and retalliate so you get caught on camera a SECOND time. YESSSS!

What the fuck? Time for some firepower...must convince wife...must convince wife...

Poundcake

So I just checked out Blogsploitation. You should do the same.

Joe's got it right about the second bottle of Jager not being a good idea. Interestingly enough, I don't think that Joe and I have discussed Jager consumption recently. Our drug of choice is the Jagerbomb. Popularized by us and the whole bowling alley crowd (no I don't bowl) these $4.25 bastards are better than xanax. That's cheap too. We were at this bar in Hershey (yes, the chocolate place) and they were $7.25. But I digress...

About 2 weeks ago, I bought the big bottle of Jager. $40. I bought a case of Red Bull. $31.75. This has lasted quite awhile and has brought much joy and savings.

After the Penn State game, which was a win muthafuckers, we continued to drink. Somehow I got ripped out of a Jagerbomb.

I pitched a fit since the big-boy bottle of Jager was gone. Somehow another was retrieved. I don't ask.

Bad idea with that second bottle of Jager. We went to the Redskins/Seahawks game on Sunday, which was a win muthafuckers. Unfortunately, the second bottle of Jager but me on IR for most of the morning. When I finally could slug some beer, they were $7 at FedEx Field.

Goddamn second bottle of Jager. Speaking of which, I think there is still some left...

A weekend of Jager, Football Wins, and a want for Madden '06 here. Cheap.

P.S. I hope everyone enjoys the links. Also, quit leaving me spam b.s. comments. I will retaliate, assholes.

The Crystal Meth(od)

I almost forgot.

This morning, I got up like I always do. 6-6:30ish. Whatever. I always wander out to the living room, turn the TV on and try to figure out what I am going to wear and eat during the day.

I always put the local news on. If you've lived here, you know that our roads are choked with traffic during the rush hour. They just simply aren't designed for the volume we have. Mass transit is non-existent. Drivers around here suck too. So, traffic is my deal. Maybe some other B.S. too.

Well, they've got streets closed in New Cumberland. Because of a meth lab. COOL! Maybe some of the crackheads around here will convert to iceheads. The best of both worlds!

Read about it here.

Watch it here.

All the radio stations were talking about this picture:

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Not about meth in our little precious community, but because the one douchebag was flipping the camera off and it was on the front page of our worthless paper. For what it's worth, the "birds" were below the fold.

Argh.

Everyone I know who owned one loved it.

Calling all you peeps

Let me know what's going on.

Joe
Keke
Buck
Norris
Anyone who feels like sharing

uh, that isn't dust. that is corrosion.

I never reviewed the weddings I was at over the first weekend of the month.

They both went really well. Despite being on opposite sides of the state. I drank too many Long Island Iced Teas at the second one. LIITs are how I remembered that I never wrote about these weddings. Humph. Yep, I could drink one.

Nick and Jenn's was easily the nicest wedding that I will ever go to. No questions asked.

Ricky and Susan's was almost as simple as mine. Simplicity is the name of my game.

Great weather, great friends, good shit.

She asked me why, I just went on and told her

My computer time is occupied by the following things (not necessarily in order of importance or in time spent):

craigslist automotive forum
I really enjoy going on here. Not only can I help people out, but I can learn things as well. It's great fun. I like antagonizing people. That's probably what I miss the most from being in school--some good 'ol makin people feel like the moron they are. It provides such a boost to my self esteem, even to this day.

Job searching
This is a constant. Anyone who isn't looking for a job is lying to you or an idiot.

Looking for music to steal
The way I figure it, I have enough CDs and shit that I don't listen to, so I can swipe some shit off of the Internets and listen to that instead. It's all about balance. I just have to make sure that the ratio of swiped music to unlistened to music stay close. Oh yeah, go here for music and movies. Yes it's free, fuckers. E-Junkie

News
Sports, local, national, whatever. If you don't understand this, fuck off.

Lately, I've been listening to:
40 Below Summer
Pink Floyd Live 8
The Sopranos Soundtrack
NIN The Hand that Feeds
Some RL Burnside