That's journeyMAN to you!

I finally took my state test today. A four hour grueling test, comprising of what could possibly the most boring written form of english compiled in one book. I breezed through most of the 80 questions but there were about 5 or 6 that really had me stumped. I finally said "what the hell" and turned in the results and......I passed, a good thing as it costs 100 dollars everytime you have to take it.
I haven't been this happy in a long time. I've had to go through 4 1/2 years of apprenticeship(most of the time I would tell people I was going to quit). I guess all that's left now is to do what electricians do best.....drink and blow their money on strippers.

The ass pirates have had me!

I'm glad that I can wake up every morning and look myself in the mirror, with dignity,knowing that I make an honest living. I thank the gods that I have not engorged myself on soda and cheetos while driving around downtown every night following my helpless victims. Watching them drive around in frustration, looking endlessly for a parking spot. I'm thankfull that I don't rub my hands in glee while drooling with delight as they park at the empty Jack-in the-crack parking lot at 9 pm while running over for ten minutes to pick up some Thai food to go. I would hold myself in contept if I stole peoples vehicles and held them for a ransom of 135 dollars and 46 cents plus the cost of cab fare to the middle of Bum Fuck Egypt.

Flipper died a natural death. He caught a nasty virus.

Viruses suck! I got one on my comp which deleted certain files from windows and now I can't access the internet. Don't ask me how I got this virus as I won't incriminate myself. Anyway I'm waiting on a friend to lend me his copy of Windows XP so I can reinstall.
I'm changing the poll. It appears that most of you prefer big boobies, or at least those who do, voted more. I'm disappointed with the poor showing that the Man-boob fans gave.

Cantankerous Captain Curmudgeon,
always swinging your bludgeon.
Dashing to pieces hopes and dreams.
What a terrible flail you fling.

With your untimely graying hair,
and your sad reddened stare.
With your stupid trembling hands,
and your crazy made up plans.

Constraining Captain Curmudgeon,
how long I've been in your dungeon.
Constantly you smother me.
I swear one day to bury thee.

So hold your head up high.
Rest your tired eyes.
Clench your trembling hands
and make the best of plans.

Callous Captain Curmudgeon,
always swinging your bludgeon.
Take your best shot at me,
your apathy will be the end of thee.

Betterman:

she lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
she dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
can't find a better man
can't find a better man



My advice(not that anyone would listen), is to not be the "better man". It's hard to think of a worse way to go through life. What a stupid noble creature. Instead, be one she lies awake thinking of at 3 am....The one that "sees her". While the blind better man lies asleep next to her exhausted from a long day of being the....Better Man.

Cogito, ergo doleo.