Draft day

well its saturday the 23rd...which makes it nfl draft day. i cant believe you didnt know that.in pittsburgh its a national holiday. what are we going to do watch the pirates. i dont know why i like the draft so much.... but i do.

i realize that my incredible intellect is going to waste in this godforsaken shithole of a towm i live in so with that in mind i'm going to bestow upon the few readers of this blog a great gift. you may ask me any question , about anything, and i will give you the answer you seek. i've been wasting it on me so why not waste it on you.

people who have colds and are lucky enough to have sick days should use them. at my work i have two guys who brag about not missing a day in fourteen years....etc. no they bring their sickness to work and cause others to miss days. they have no kids at home (hell the one guy barely talks to his wife). the phrase "i'd rather be miserable here than at home" is said often. hey douche bag if i get sick i'm taking it home to my wife (whos like 8 months pregnant) and two kids. i guess i see how sick days are to be used. when everyone else gets sick i'll just call off well. "boss i'm too well to come in today". i'll use that excuse and see how it flys.

we had a customer come into my work yesterday who smelled suprisingly like a skunk. no, not the cute little descented ones i'm talking about a full blown hit by a car and sitting the sun for days until your musk sac explodes kind of skunk. i'd have given this guy five bucks to rub an onion all over his body. maybe it was the hair piece he was wearing. i guess that could have been a skunk at one time. so heres a new rule...if your going to rub cat urine on all your pulse points...STAY HOME.

and lastly if your going bald just go bald or spend a few bucks for a hair transplant. christ the last couple of times i have seen guys with hair pieces they dont even match the other hairs color. it looks like their wearing a velcro wig. who are you hair jordan? you cant possibly look worse bald than you do running around with a skunk on your head. you think everyone will stare when your bald...start looking around. those whispers behind your back arent women telling other women how damn foxy you are its the rest of us wondering how they shaved a coyote.

well thats it for now. go do something with your lives. what are you doing on a saturday reading this anyway.