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Apr 29 2009

Golf is a good walk wasted

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A couple of Golf stories for your hump-day


Jesus, Moses and an old man are playing golf…

Jesus tees up - 400 YARDS!! straight down the middle of the fairway. Moses tees off - 450 YARDS!!! Dead Center! The old man tees off - 30 yards and a shank into the woods, just then a gopher runs out of the woods with ball in his mouth. An eagle swoops down out of the sky, grabs the gopher in his talons, and flies off. Then a bolt of lightning comes out of the clear blue sky, strikes the eagle who lets go of the gopher; the gopher lands on the green, the ball rolls out of his mouth STRAIGHT INTO the cup!! Jesus sez: “Nice shot, Dad!”

 Two guys are playing golf…

The women in front of them are really taking their time and are slowing the men up. So one man says to his friend, “I’m gonna go ask those ladies if we can play through.” He starts walking, but about halfway there, he turns around. When he gets back, his friend asks what happened. He replies, “One of those women is my wife, and the other is my mistress. Why don’t you go talk to them?” So the second man starts to walk over. He gets halfway there and turns around. When he gets back, his friend asks, “Now what happened?” To this he replies, “Small world.”

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Apr 27 2009

Facts are gettin’ in the way of my Rant!!!

Here are some more CraigsList politicos - This concerns the “fact” that Dianne Feinstein had “revealed” the secret location of a predator base in Pakistan.


Astute retired Wing Commanders who now waste their Friday nights on the CraigsList Rant and Rave are incensed that Diane Feinstein (revealed) the bases from which the Predator Drones are launched in the Middle East.

Here’s My reply…

Hey dumbshit: Pakistan covers an area of about 310,000 square miles.. TWICE the size of California. A loaded drone (RQ1-predator) series, which is the bulk of the units, has a range of just UNDER 400knt. (about 450 miles depending on conditions.) And that’s optimum!! Yep, General Atomics also exaggerates it’s sales pitch; (Your mileage may vary)
Ya don’t think some one figured out they weren’t coming from Vegas or Duluth?!?!
They fly about 70knts MAX, less than 135mph. You can watch their vector with the naked eye, it’s not stealthy.   (Although they ARE flown from Vegas) - @ Nellis A.F.B.Yeesh — if you would like to try the reading thing, I recommend Jane’s Defence Weekly. If it kills stuff, it’s in there.

Man, you guys drink your Blatz beer on a Friday night and play armchair Wing Commander, when there are 19 yr old kids getting paid 302 dollars a week, IF IT were a forty hour week, to die for strangers like ourselves. They went where they were deployed, not where they thought we SHOULD be fighting.

If you had gone to work where you were hired to work without fail, you would probably be employed there still.
In the meantime, Schwarzkopf, supersize my fries , would you?

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Apr 18 2009

Love

Published by The Argus under Religion, commentary Edit This

Not really a post per se, but just a genuinely beautiful quote for our weekend.

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“[Love] - If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.” (1 Corinthians 13:1-3)

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Apr 15 2009

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Apr 15 2009

Memo: New Company Policies

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In this new-age of corporate waste, excessive salaries and bonuses, and mind bending bailouts; we’ve decided that the current company policies need to be updated to better suit those of us who have no idea what “labor” is. Once, I touched a lawn mower; but that was at Sears not in an actual “lawn” environment. I have the prerequisite shiny tool collection. It sits on the wall in my garage, which, quite frankly, I’ve never been in. (It’s like, dirty there.)

Anyway, We, your loyal Board of Directors, have revamped the current company policies. Please read at my convenience.

Failure to adhere to the new policies will result in your being chucked to the wolves in some soup line in a poor section of town.

Remember, if you leave your employment with us, your current medical coverage will be reassigned to Dr. Jack Kevorkian, (Hint: if Jack asks how you’re doin’, the answer is “I’M FINE, I’M REALLY, REALLY FINE!!!” Say this loudly as Jack is getting on a bit in years.

In conclusion, we hope that all of our employees will remain with us for the foreseeable future. (Like I’d shine my own shoes, Right; I haven’t even SEEN my feet in twenty years) So, uh, where was I….Oh, yeah, please familiarize your selves with our new policies, which as always will be retroactively in place back to the time of the Pharaohs.

Yours SINcerely,

 H.L. Caviar

We Say So Corp.

 


Memo: New Company Policy Effective: 05/02/07

Dress Code
It is advised that you come to work according to your salary. If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise. If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise. If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.

Sick Days
We will no longer accept a doctor’s statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.

Personal Days
Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturday and Sunday.

Bereavement Leave
This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for the dead friends, relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend to the arrangements. In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour early.

Toilet Use
Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of the three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open and a picture will be taken. After you second offence, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the “Chronic Offenders Category”. Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sanctioned under the company’s mental health policy.

Lunch Break
Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy. Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced mean to maintain their average figure. Chubby people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that’s all the time needed to drink a Slim-fast.

Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience.

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Apr 14 2009

When Am I Going to Die?

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Why does man dream of immortality, when he does not know what to do on a rainy afternoon?

Don’t we all wish we knew the exact date of our death? You know, so we can max our credit-cards at the local strip club and not give a fuck about  the bill! If I knew exactly when I was going to expire, I’d call up every ex and say: “I’m going to stalk you for the rest of my life.” I’d buy 40 bottles of high-end vodka and work my way through them - slowly… I’d sign up for at least 50 internet ads that ask if they can call me with further information. I’d run my cat for Congress. I’d send the CIA pictures of me in a turban and the message…”…anyday now…”

All that is good and well. How do we go about identifying the fatal day? Well…we use the “Death Clock”!

Click here and find out when you’re going to die:  Death Clock - When will I die?

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Apr 13 2009

Cliches on CraigsList

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Miss Mal has returned in full force!

Today she translates common CraigsList crap into English. So, without further delay - Miss Mal on cliches.


VOTE NOW FOR YOUR FAVORITE CLICHE!!!


“someone I click with”..Does that mean fight over the remote control?

“something in common”..I am a water sign..and you drink water sometimes…does that count?

“no baggage”…How about matched luggage?

“drama free”… Followed by “honest woman”…Sure pun’kin she’s out there..

“low maintenance”..Like the poorly taken care of ‘67 VW beetle in the auto section.

“friends first, maybe more”…Even though 2 lines ago you said you wanted an “LTR”…obvious commitment issues.

“thick (not fat)”… Evidently every “BBW” is cute, sexy or some other form of the word used to disillusion them in their childhood.

“hit me up”, or “hit me back”…And who are you mistaking me for..Chris Brown?

“Nice guys finish last”…Horseshit.. men who know what they are doing finish last..

“Trying something new”..again.

“discreet”..because your soon-to-be-ex posting a yard sale sign in the front yard is WAY too obvious.

“hopeless romantic”…I don’t even know what that means…

“Mr. Right” …”prince charming”, some other fairly tale creature that isn’t Shrek..

“in my spare time I like to…” Followed by a bunch of crap that no one cares about, like sunset walks on the beach, or stealing candy from small children.

“classy lady”…Not the cesspool of fat alcoholic single moms with come rescue me syndrome know as CL.

“the one”..Why limit yourself? It seems so un “open minded.”

“REAL”…Well if you are such a dumb ass that you can’t recognize a blow up doll from a real person..have fun with your table for one..

“sarcastic sense of humor”…those who can..do, those who can’t advertise it in a lame ad on CL?..

“no spammers” because the spammers actually read your ad and say..”Hey I shouldn’t send him a response, because he specifically said so”

so the polls are open now folks…vote for your favorite and tell me why that one should win the sash and tiara..

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Apr 12 2009

You and I

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For Today I’m posting a poem I wrote recently: You and I. It’s time to see the similarities, not the differences, that we all share. Or SHOULD be sharing!

 One World - One People!


 You and I

Our “Them”

Is

Someone else’s

Us

Our “There”

Is

Someone else’s

Here

Our “Foreigner”

Is

Someone else’s

Mom

Our “Nigger”

Is

Someone’s First-born

Son

Our “Immigrant”

Is

Someone else’s

Dad

Our “NEVER!”

Is

Someone else’s

NOW

Can’t we all just get along?

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Apr 10 2009

Venus Sez….

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Venus Sez:

Good morning gentle reader.

Today, we debut a new weekly column written by my cat , Venus.
Venus will attempt to simplify our lives by giving us simple, easy to understand tips for hacking our way through life’s little setbacks.

And now, without further ado, Venus…



To start us off, here are a couple of tenets that I live my life by.

I.  Daily routines. I wake up; I eat; I shit; Then I take a nap. Repeat 22 times daily. Have fun by breaking up the routine. i.e. Take a nap; shit; THEN eat!

II.    Always attack anything shiny. (This might explain my owner’s latex fetish) gum wrappers, cigarette foil; all good targets for an unprovoked attack!


III.    Always attack ANY loose threads or string that may be hanging down from any where. (This might explain why my owner’s girlfriend no longer comes around at the end of the month.)


IV.    And last, whine, whine, whine!

Don’t need a reason, I’m a female. Meow, I’m cold. Meow, I’m hot. Meow, you call this home cooking? Mebbe at the home for the Mentally Disturbed, but not MY home! Put out the crud from the bag, NOW! No, I do not know how they cram a whole salmon into my little cat nuggets. But it’s better than that crap YOU cook! And jeez, do somethin’ with that litter box. Specifically, the litter IN the box!

And Meow, meow, meow!!! What? Oh, nothing this time, just stayin’ in practice. Go back to sleep, we’ll try this again in oh 7 or 8 minutes. Stupid Humans, so morally bankrupt that they don’t even have an evil overlord! (We’ll get into that next week, when we discuss Cats are from Venus and humans can go fuck off.

Meow,

Venus

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Apr 08 2009

Rodney Returns

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Good Morning Folks! I am returning from the dead; I spilled beer in, on and around the old keyboard last week, as is everything associated with Apple, a keyboard is close to a hundred bucks. And, of course, CraigsList has banned me for the umpteenth time. You can offer prostitution; you can sell drugs on Craigs. Hell, the amount of scams on Craigs “For Sale” section would make Madoff blush. But…You write something that a few jerk-offs dislike and off ya go! For two weeks no-less.

Lemme see here…Last month forty-four THOUSAND people visited The ARGUS. thirty-five thousand visitors came from CraigsList!

It appears to me that these folks WANT to visit me. But the actions of a few, as always, ruin it for the masses. Ultimate, unenforced socialism. Without an Uzi and an airline ticket, it is impossible to talk with a human at Craigs. The same folks who buried you are also…wait for it…Your “help-desk” volunteers! 

Anyhow-In honor of CraigsList once again making life’s decisions for me and giving me No Respect what-so-ever; Here’s some of Rodney Dangerfield’s better musings. 


1. And we were poor too. Why if I wasn’t born a boy…. I’d have nothing to play with

2. A girl phoned me the other day and said…. “Come on over, there’s nobody home.” I went over. Nobody was home.

3. If it weren’t for pickpockets I’d have no sex life at all.

4. During sex my girlfriend always wants to talk to me. Just the other night she called me from a hotel

5. One day as I came home early from work….. I saw a guy jogging naked. I said to the guy…. “Hey buddy …. Why are you doing that?” He said ….”Because you came home early.”

6. It’s been a rough day. I got up this morning…. put on a shirt and a button fell off. I picked up my briefcase and the handle came off. I’m afraid to go to the bathroom

7. When I played in the sandbox the cat kept covering me up

8. I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio

9. My mother never breast fed me. She told me that she only liked me as a friend

10. My father carries around the picture of the kid who came with his wallet

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