Blogger wet T-Shirt contest

Hooray for boobies!.

C’mon boys and girls… a Wet T-Shirt contest, and did you REALLY think that would slip past my hyper-testosterone-powered radar?????

Boobs + Blogs.
Why didn’t anyone else think of this?

I understand it’s for some kind of charity. The problem is, I scroll more that two inches down this page, and I will SURELY be fired here at work. So I guess I’ll get the full story when I get home in a few hours.

Wonder what it would take to get Maria, Deb, Chloe, & Kimberly involved….

C’mon girlz, it’s for charity!!!!!!

Why nobody likes me (Part 2,153)

(As always, I’m posting on a time-delay due to hospital restrictions)

So, Friday was “Employee Appreciation Day“. Always a cool thing they do here every year… free food, raffles, door prizes, your supervisor serves you. Tres kewl.

Best of all: FREE COKES IN THE VENDING MACHINE!!!!!

Yadda, yadda, yadda. Friday’s done.
Saturday morning, I come in… and much to my surprise, the vending machine is *STILL* dispensing free soda.

WOO HOO! Breakfast is served.
Continue reading “Why nobody likes me (Part 2,153)”

I’m not Luther

Not I’m not.
Nobody is Luther.
Sometimes *Luther* isn’t even Luther.

But I can sing, and sing I will.
For the first time in Lord knows how long I will be Karaoke-ing tonite.

Of course there will be anything on the list done by George Michael or a Brothers Gibb… maybe some Earth, Wind and Fire (the last time I did “Boogie Wonderland” I swear that damn song went on for an hour… had three rounds of applause as I kept sitting down, only to find out it was just a musical interlude….

How long is that damn song anyway??!!??)

Perhaps I can stick around long enough to do my national-anthem-that-I-have-yet-to sing, “Play That Funky Music White Boy“….

If I do “One In A Million You” again, I will get laid for sure…
Hopefully the Mrs. will be there to hear me sing it this time. :0)

Any requests?

Nico poses the following theory:
“people who talk the most about sex is the ones who has less of it. ”

*blinks. Looks around.*

Anyway, back to sex talk…

I do humbly apologize for the previous post. Could have been a great discussion about the Second Step Program… but instead I was sidetracked by the soft, juicy body radiant beauty of the young woman presenting it.

That was strange, like she was giving off pheremones, or something.

Probably one of three times in my life where I can actually taste my prey, and thought of nothing but pumping her silly I’ve gotten infatuated like that.

She did pay me extra attention though. I could ask the other daddies there if they sensed the same thing. I dunno, it was weird, and it seems to be reduced to masturbating over her only two times a day subsiding.

Second Step Program

Forgive me, as this may take several drafts, I’m kind of distracted these days.

We had a function at the school on Wednesday, a spaghetti dinner for charity.

Mainly it was for a very young and attractive teacher to explain the Second Step Program. She seemed to pay extra attention to me during the dinner, and while giving the presentation, and it was hard to concentrate past her sparkling green eyes and her conservatively dressed, yet oh-so-gropable body.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the Second Step Program.
Anyway, I think it’s an interesting concept where kids are taught to resolve conflicts with empathy… basically getting inside the other person’s head and knowing how they feel. To systematically examine the problem and *both parties* work together to resolve it.

A lot of words were lost, as I was (as usual) doing another 48 hour day, and I could swear her blouse was unbuttoning by my sheer mental telepathy.

I can see this going one of two ways. I had a pretty fucked up childhood. I think most of us did, when you look back… being intimidated by bullies, made fun of, rejection, inadequacy…

Well, eye contact was out of the question… they were too dazzling, and the exploding peek-a-boo hooters forced me to keep drifting off into thoughts of fucking her brains out right there in front of the very uptight crowd… to I tried concentrating on what she said by watching her mouth. Those soft, moist, full lips, her eager… wet… mouth… just….

OH GOD… BRB!!!!

Okay, I’m back… where was I?
Oh yeah (I’m clear-headed now.)

I’m trying to imagine a world where kids are taught early on to resolve conflicts with cold reasoning, bullies putting themselves in the victim’s position and not picking on them anymore….

At face value, I think that’s awesome.

On the other hand, we ARE who we ARE, because of these traumatic childhood experiences.

  • Would I be as creative as I am now, if I didn’t retreat into a fantasy world as a kid?
  • Would I be as over-protective of my family as I am if I wasn’t fucked with and constantly tormented?
  • Would I be able to handle some of the situations I’ve been in with the same balls of steel if it *WEREN’T* for the trials by fire I had to endure early on?
  • I don’t know, I am so tossed up about this program. While every one is thinking about all the future Jeffrey Dahmers and D.C. Snipers being averted, I wonder how many kids will use the skill of “getting inside people’s heads” and becoming future Hannibal Lechters?

    Everyone sees a future of peace and harmony, and I’m seeing a generation of wimps not knowing what to do during a terrorist attack or a hostile army taking over.

    In the immortal words of Captain Kirk: “I NEED my pain.”
    I need my creativity, my wits, & my borderline-insanity to survive.
    I needed the events that shaped me into who I am… ‘cuz I kinda like me.

    I dunno, somebody give me some perspective here… tell me what *YOU* think about the program. Considering homicide is the #2 cause of death of our 12 to 24 year olds… maybe teaching kids to control their impulses and emotions early on is a good thing. Maybe I’m not seeing the big picture here, or are these people just too optimistic as I feel there will *ALWAYS* be a predator somewhere in the shadows of our society???

    I wonder if she’s listed in the phone book? :0)

    Obsession (My life in brief)…

    Dammit to hell…
    This program will work, I will not be sick, I will not die, and I will have yet another publication fully automated by Friday!!!!

    I am so run down….

    Running on one one less pint of blood doesn’t help either. Monday was the company blood drive & I forgot all about it until I saw my appointment card… no sleep, no food, give blood. Why not? Only 16 employees gave blood, and the woman coordinating it was begging us to stay committed.

    What a difference from last year where I went to three places, and they either ran out of bags, or the line went around the block to a four hour wait…

    My arm is all bruised and I look like a heroin addict. But hey…. I’m saving a life somewhere, and that’s always cool.

    * Here’s the problem… I don’t bruise. I never bruise. And I sure as hell wouldn’t stay bruised three days later. Something is wrong with me, but I got no time for that right now… only the coroner will know for sure.

    * Had a photo shoot on Tuesday, all attempts to download the damn picture has failed… that’s what I get for zipping and rushing up upload them to my private network folder… oh well, I’ll get them tomorrow.

    * Searing mouth pain… years of grinding my teeth from stress, has caused me to lose most of my back molars. Every now and then, I find me pulling cracked pieces of teeth out with my bare hands, as the blinding pain makes be temporarily lose my concentration. Other pieces fall in to the crevices and get wedged into exposed nerves and cause abscesses. I usually unwedge them with a straw. (No one wants to drink from my soda after that, wonder why?) Now that I have medical coverage, time to see a dentist, no?

    * Batgrl & Beckett are safely evacuated… Hurricane Lili has been downgraded to a Category 3 storm and is expected to hit Louisiana and Texas any minute now… good thoughts her way.

    Uhm, where was I? Oh yeah…. CODING!
    *back to ignoring all of you….*

    Things I wont be doing at work no more

    Since I’ve been asked nicely by the powers that be, I will no longer…

    1. Walk in singing “Cuban Pete“, and try to start a conga line with the sales staff.
    2. Talk to my “imaginary friend” in the lunch room. See, it’s a vicious cycle. No one wants to sit with me… I wanna talk to someone, but now they’re claiming this is why they dont….
    3. Ask about “the office weirdo”. Everyone keeps saying we have one, but I’ve never seen him/her.
    4. Ignore my phone. I keep forgetting, I’m not home.
    5. Tell everyone taking a smoke break on the loading dock how easy it would be for someone to drive by and mow us all down with Mack-11’s

    I’ll be good from now on. I swear.

    Out of the mouths of babes II

    Ashley: Daddy, who’s that girl on your desktop screen?
    Daddy: That’s my friend Amber.

    Ashley: She’s real pretty.
    Daddy: Oh yeaaaah….
    Ashley: Mommy’s gonna kill you when she sees that.
    Daddy: Oh yeah. Definitely.

    Wouldn’t *YOU* all like to see my new desktop wallpaper… <EvilGrin>


    • Jessajune and a friend Sporting major cleavage
    • – Vive la Rennaisance!!!!

    • So Jann was the one “Cuffed and stuffed in front of a TV crew…” Hmmmm…
      I always knew that girl was trouble! :0)
    • Kare is getting a webcam. Eric is staying up later during the summer.

     

    Is that Aortal enough for you guys… or do ya want some more? 

    Gresser Christmas Party…

    The family & I were invited to the Christmas Party at Gresser Realty in Effort PA…a real nice bunch of folks…
    If you tried the link above, and noticed it’s dead, well that’s because their website www.gresserrealty.com won’t be up for another two weeks…
    Created by Your Cyberpal himself.

    You can see what was done so far in Test Run

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