So Here’s The Deal

They’re never going to make pizza like they used to. Unless its by some old guy that maybe closes the door when his hours are through, leaving you outside even if you have been on line for some time and yes you will be forced to watch him eat dinner slowly and deliberately through his barely curtained windows. Also I know this because they don’t do anything quite like they used to. More than that is a muffin is purely a way for you to feel better about eating cake for breakfast. I mean what the hell is a muffin?

Take Winter for example, what the hell happened to a little work ethic? Or maybe she has bi-polar disorder? I’ve started talking to myself again, yes making crazy scenarios where I am an amazing rapper who gets their kicks off and becomes famous off of one song that demoralizes Jay Z, but seriously can I just have one more joy of a true snow storm please, before I die and I don’t know when that is, so don’t make it seem like you know more than me by telling me how young I am. I am young enough to know better than to listen to your shit. K.

Now, I went to Cross County today, as in the Mall. For some of you who did not have the broken privilege of growing up in Yonkers, where I thought it would be a better idea to use the Powerhouse Gym’s bathroom than the pizzeria. Don’t make my same mistake. If there’s anything I can use this blog for, its to tell you where bad bathrooms are.

Secondly, I want to personally thank Rocco Venusio for taking the time out to do something I think all of us should have done. But, and I hate to use a double edged sword, we were probably too busy to do it. If you are not familiar with this posting, http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10200385256373605&set=a.2304195203949.137682.1221323982&type=1&theater&notif_t=photo_reply,      but so you can have your own 15 minutes, please by all means. twogirlsandapuppy is their facebook name. Which immediately brings me to main point of the night.

What rocco and nearly everyone else may not know is that I received this request for a like from twogirlsandapuppy and I couldn’t tell you who shared it from my friends, because there are a lot of pathetic people out there that look at furry prepubescent animals online and some of them happen to be my friends. No this doesn’t make them bad people, it makes them normal, and the rest of us interesting. I originally liked it. I have absolutely no reason why I like things on facebook. I feel like I am supposed to have some sort of activity while perusing through and so here and there I like something. Who wants to be that guy that doesn’t like anything? Not me. But..my immediate first thought when I looked at these pink pancake rosy cheeked girls’ picture and plea for a punching bag (puppy) and how daddy was somehow involved, right wrong or indifferent was the  that he let his little girls create a facebook name: two girls and a puppy. Do we not remember two girls and a cup? I certainly don’t! He then let them post a picture of their faces online. This instantly tells me that he’s the kind of daddy that buys his daughters fake titties. I always wanted to know what these kinds of girls were pre-porn/stripping/or-just-really-drunk-and-talking-to-you-late-night-at-the-bar/diner-to-have-sex career.

And here’s your joke for the evening:

An atheist was seated next to a little girl on an airplane and he turned to
her and said, “Do you want to talk? Flights go quicker if you strike up a
conversation with your fellow passenger.”
The little girl, who had just started to read her book, replied to the total
stranger, “What would you want to talk about?”
” Oh, I don’t know,” said the atheist. “How about why there is no GOD, or no
Heaven or Hell, or no life after death?” as he smiled smugly.
“OK,” she said. “Those could be interesting topics but let me ask you a
question first.
A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff – grass.
Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, but
a horse produces clumps. Why do you suppose that is?”
The atheist, visibly surprised by the little girl’s intelligence, thinks
about it and says, “Hmmm, I have no idea.”
To which the little girl replies, “Do you really feel qualified
to discuss why there is no GOD, or no Heaven or Hell, or no life after
death, when you don’t know shit?”
And then she went back to reading her book.

Thank you and Good night.