Ol' Guy Ranting About Much Of Nothing

Found Representation!

2012-02-20T19:12:00.000-08:00

This is going to be short blog! Why you ask? Why the fuck not! This is not about fucking or sucking or licking or fingering or touching! This is about making the move up in a career or should I write moving forward with my other passion of writing. I finally got representative to make the calls that need to be made. I can now get back to concentrate on writing. I feel it won't belong before my writings are picked up because I know have someone to make the calls and follow up calls that are needed. I end this blog with---to all who have dreams, to all who still dream, to all that want their dreams come true---I tell you keep fighting for that dream---keep reaching for that dream---don't give up on your dream---because DREAMS do come true you just have to fight for it!!!

In the eyes of the beholder

2011-12-28T12:02:00.000-08:00

someone has been waiting for this post... well lets not disappoint now shall we... it's for Voodoo Witch Barista at the local Coffee Cave... as you if you been keeping up with these rambling that I use to post often about the Baristas at the local Coffee Cave... when you have my work schedule (which at times is nonexistent)... I would/still hang out at the local Coffee Cave... I believe term you yelling at me right as you read this is "a regular"... now I have heard many tales of what is at the local Coffee Cave and wrote about a small few of them... this time is no different... first off I don't know if its the season or the meds chased with alcohol that is causing me to take a less sarcastic view... let me get into what this is suppose to be about... Voodoo Witch Barista was going on about 909er (which is a guy she hangs/teases)... I would seat at my spot at the counter, listen to the tales of events that would happened... them I would go off to write a post/blog... (moving forward) couple of times I would happen in to the Coffee Cave Voodoo Witch Barista would tell me that I just missed seeing who 909er usually the following visit because it seem that he would visit her after I've already dash thru... well this time luck was hanging around at the same time I was in... Voodoo Witch Barista was being a little bubbly... she blurted out that 909er is coming to visit her... and sure enough readers... as on clue... he comes in... Voodoo Witch Barista was grinning like I've never seen before (a bit scary)... now here is where I make a left turn where usually I would go right (right for the throat)... there is an old saying "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"... now before you race off to find an old guy to find out what this means... here it is in simple terms... for everyone of us there is a like or look that gets us "going" (turn on, um baby, makes me hot, I'm moist, tongue hanging out of mouth or just "WOW')... now I'm a shallow guy... I may not see what she sees... that's the beholder part... would I go after 909er/bro if I was a female?... no but then I'm not her... all I could tell from what I could see is that Voodoo Witch Barista was enjoying being with him... now there are a few other Baristas at the Coffee Cave that found someone... like... "I'm Not That Kind Of Girl" Barista, who's found her (these are her words not mine) Clark Kent (I've met him nice guy-but I don't see the Clark Kent reference then I'm not looking thru her eyes)... then there is "Little One" Barista... she too has found someone... now to me he fits her... he makes her happy and they want to be with eachother as much as they possibly can... which great... then there is "I Wish The 60's Where Still Here" Barista... she is one of the coolest... I tip my hat to her... doesn't care what others think or say... she is what they call an "older" (means she loves/lust an older man)... the newer barista I don't know that much yet but then the seat at the counter beckons for me to learn more... as for the males barista I sure they have their stories but guys don't usually bubble over about unless we're broken or one drink away from drunk... as for me... I can't even get a dog (four legged kind-remember I'm shallow) no seriously I can't... the landlady won't let me---
aloha

2011-12-06T17:12:00.001-08:00

Stupid Guy things when we don't listen to the woman we are with or want to be with... here is one example of a guy thinking he knows better... you hint around trying to find out if "she" like current things... (i.e. this is how it usual goes down) hey (as he rubs his nose) what do you thing (his mind is on hanging out with the guys to watch the game) about flowers... she takes a moment to answer making eye contact with you to make sure you're listening to her... (but your head is somewhere else like who's playing this weekend... I've got 20 bucks in a football pool) in other words your eyes are glassed over but see really can't tell because you look like that all the time... (her answer) I don't like flowers because they die... what you hear is "like" & "flowers"... now here is when you get into deep shit because did something to piss her off so you think I'll do something to get myself out of the hole I just dug... like... I know send her flowers... because the only thing your one brain cell could remember was "like" & "flowers"... so you excerpt yourself by leaning forward on the couch to pick up your cell... if it wasn't for the "800-flowers" commercial you just saw durning the football game you wouldn't know where to go... when you get the flower guy on the phone and he ask you what type of arrangement you want... once again your eyes glass over... (you say) I don't know a bunch of flower... (flower guy) what price range?... (you say-after checking your beer money) twenty bucks or so... (flower guy-laughing) got it... you hang up thinking you got it covered... the next time you see her you'll wondering why she's throwing the cheap arrangement at your head... moral of this tale---listen---be creative---and flowers do die... I should know I gave a ton of them over the years... and I would rather give something creative than flowers... DUCK-- aloha

Stewardess sounds so much sexier!

2011-11-13T21:46:00.001-08:00

finally feeling better, even the beer tasted good this afternoon, been zoning watching TV when I should have been working on script, now about to time travel back to the 1960s when airlines had stewardess (sounds and reads sexy) instead of flight attendant (which reads and sounds blah flat plane), how miss Pan American the one airline I wish I could have worked for back in the day.... aloha or should I write... come fly with me!!!

Wanting To Stare At The Inside Of My Eyelids

2011-10-29T23:12:00.000-07:00

How''s your day? Hold on a fucking minute before you answer... it was a rhetorical question... I really don't fucking care... right now its about me and you are not me... before you go off boo-hoo-ing into the corner or run off to tell mommy you little shit weasel... but this blog is about me not you so get over it... if I was gonna write about you I would have your name on it... now here is what's going on... Friday I worked on the Zip Code show (didn't you see the pictures? what you thought I photo shop them or something?) unlike most of you I did a 14 hour plus day (yup that's normal for production on TV show)… now this is where you show your parents you where awake in school... make'um proud... (dumb shit)... I started my work day on Friday at 1 p.m.... (okay who here can do the math?)... my work day ended at 4 a.m. on Saturday morning... (while all you little darling where tucked into your beds asleep-if you where in bed not sleeping-then why ain't you blogging about!!!)...

by the time I got home and it was about an hour later, because some asshole forgot to tell me that they where working on the freeway all night and that all but one damn lane was open from downtown to where I exit the freeway!!!... do you know how hard it is for drunk drives to change lanes and then stay in that lane?!!!... it was about 5a.m. when I got off the fucking freeway (I wish I got off doing something else-think about it-you're fucking hopeless)... I pull up to my flop house... drag my ass out of the car... stumble up stairs... head straight for a hot shower... as of yet that was the highlight of my day so far... the scowling hot water relaxed my tense muscle... after the shower I stared at my bed but I was in that state where I was too tired to sleep...

plus a bit if back info my car decided to pull a stunt on me...

I got a message, little red warning lights from her/car that my brakes where not working & I should use a block wall to stop... now that I threw this into the mix I had to take it to the shop to get looked at... thank the BRAKE GODS it only need a topping off... well my car was getting its top off of brake fluid...

I was downing cups of java at the local Coffee Cave...

after being up for more than 24 hours it was time to try and stare at the inside of my eyelids... I went down hard... but the drag of it all is when I woke up... only to realize that there wasn't a hot MILF laying next to me (damn wet dreams)...

now my head feels like its in the "TWILIGHT ZONE" (don't know what this is-spend time on the TVLand)... I need some alcohol!!!

here is some more bed candy... may your sheets be dry in the morning...

enjoy your naughty dreams.... aloha...

Cleaning up the red ink

2011-10-23T22:24:00.000-07:00

making progress on cleaning up the red ink on my script that I got back from the proofreader, only have about twenty more pages left. Then its to the WGA to register, to US Copyright, then Hollywood Production Companies.

Hot Mess!

2011-10-16T13:57:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile since I blog/posted/rant... this is about something that happened to me a few days ago but by the time you guys get around to it... it might be days (what fucking reason do you have for not reading this the moment its uploaded)... here's how it went down... I was working like a dog... okay you got me again a dog doesn't do what I/we have to do or the hours... a dog knows fucking better... I got the call to work with the crew that I have done a lot of movie shit stuff with... I reported to location which was in Long Beach Ca... the rig (hollywood term for job) was to stack 'C' containers (big metal cargo containers that are used for shipping) ten high for a car to dive off of... it so happens that the days we where doing this the temperatures where 100 degrees with no shade to be had... you where sweating before first coffee... there is nothing worst than a bunch of middle age/old guys with man boobs sweat... or sweat running down your brow into your eyes well flying a 'C'-container a 100 feet in the air... time lapsed forward... I was tired dirty sticky from sweating... hair a mess from wearing hardhats in the heat all day (fucking safety rules-piss you off until it says your life)... then there was the rush-hour-traffic commute home (rush and traffic to describe freeway travel-am I the only one that sees the fucking oxymoron here)... when I got off the freeway after spending an hour & half I was wanting a cup of java... I headed for the Coffee Cave... where I'm Not That Kind Of Girl Barista was at the register... her partner in crime Caveman-Woman Barista (these two are how can I write this--fucking joined at the hip-you can't have one without the other)... just as I walked into the Coffee Cave I get this as a greeting from I'm Not That Kind Of Girl Barista, "you're a hot mess" (now remember what I wrote about workday)... normally the baristas are supposed to say "hello" or "welcome to the Coffee Cave can I help you?"... now you would think hearing "you're a hot mess" would mean that 'fuck guy I want to do you right here on the fucking counter' or 'damn you are fine man-eye-candy' or 'you're making my panties moist'... but nooooo fucking way... what an ego buster that was... and sure enough her sidekick jumped into say the same thing more or less... now this wasn't said in low tone of voice but rather in aloud tone where they could hear them both way back in the back of the Coffee Cave... yup the java drinks all got up to see what a 'hot mess' looks like... and know they know it looks like me... oh fuck joy... the only thing I came back with is "I take it you don't mean it in a sex way"... think about it... after having long hot fucking sweaty sex that you don't say I'm a 'hot mess' or you look at your just fucked partner and say you look like a 'hot mess' with a big grin on your face... like you just accomplished the unaccomplishable... needless to write I got my java, doctored it up the way I like it... made a few more comments and left...
I really needed to visit my shower... what can I say... I'm Not That Kind Of Girl Barista was right... I was a 'hot mess'... looking forward to the time when I hear that from a hot MILF after we had 'long hot fucking sex'...
till next time aloha

THE MAN WHO CHANGED THE WORLD!!!

2011-10-05T18:01:00.000-07:00

It is a dark day for those of us who are Apple/Mac users... believers... geeks... followers... The one man who did make a difference in our lives our world... We the world will miss you Steve...
Vaya Con Dios

National Coffee Day!

2011-09-29T18:26:00.000-07:00

What the fuck? Why do I have to read/hear second hand that today this day is 'NATIONAL COFFEE DAY'?!!! Why didn't my Starbucks app not tell me that today is 'NATIONAL COFFEE DAY'?!!! Why isn't it marked on the Calendars of the worlds that today is 'NATIONAL COFFEE DAY'?!!! Why didn't Apple App Store not have an app for 'NATIONAL COFFEE DAY'?!!! They got an app for everything else... what can be more important than knowing that today is 'NATIONAL COFFEE DAY'!!! Damn I need to have another cup of java to celebrate 'NATIONAL COFFEE DAY'!!! Where are the HallMarkCards for 'NATIONAL COFFEE DAY'?!!! Hey have you heard or read today is 'NATIONAL COFFEE DAY'? If not go to your local Coffee Cave and have a cup of java to celebrate 'National Coffee Day'... enjoy aloha

When drinking at local Tiki Bar on the beach in the islands

2011-09-22T20:53:00.000-07:00

Rule #86-when drinking at the local Tiki Bar on the beach in the islands-when ordering Mia Tia/Singapore Sling/Blue Hawaii/Planter's Punch in souvenir glass DO NOT try to speak pigeon (because you'll probably end up saying something offensive)-

when getting your souvenir glass don't toast the waiter/waitress/bartender "HERE TA BRA' (because you'll only get laugh at)-

when getting drunk in the Tiki Bar don't strip off your tourist matching outfit to jump up on the stage shaking your ass trying to hula (haoles can't shake their ass like the wahines)-

when drunk in the Tiki Bar from drinking out of your souvenir glasses don't get up to try to karaoke 'TINY BUBBLES'-

when getting thrown out of Tiki Bar don't tuck souvenir glasses into your top you might landed on them-when local PD shows up to arrest you don't yell out 'I'm American Citizen' (hey dumb-ass Hawaii been a state since 1959)-when being arrested don't bribe the local PD with 'American Traveler's Checks' (the laughter you'll be hearing when your head is being slammed to the hoop of car will be the Cops)-when being tossed into the backseat of cop car don't drunk tweet/text 'I'm being busted by five-0 (it's not easy to text with your hand cuffed behind your back)-when being tossed into the cell don't puke your guts out on the only cot in the cell (you're going to have to sleep on it)-when getting release from jail don't tell the desk sergeant you had better room service from the local hooker motel down the street-when getting back your personals from desk sergeant don't ask for your collection of souvenir glasses-when going back to the local Tiki Bar on the beach the next day don't say 'Hey remember me!'...
aloha

When at a Luau

2011-09-20T19:54:00.000-07:00

Tip #2 for Voodoo Witch Barista's time in the islands... when at a luau for haole (whitey) tourist... reminder (a) poi always goes with pork (not bacon) to be eaten with your fingers...

reminder (b) the Mia Tais will get you drink real fast when served in a pitcher so you will do stupid things like put on a grass skirt and coconut shell top and try your best to shake your grass to the sounds of the island drums...

reminder (c) when putting on said grass skirt to shake when drunk to be wearing panties or thong so as not to show the rest of the haoles your hidden grass or bare patch...

reminder (d) most luaus are for the enjoyment of the locals to see how haoles act like fools (Mia Tias or not)...

reminder (e) always tip your waitress or waiter there is no currency exchange a buck is a buck...

aloha

The Hex of Little Voodoo Hoodoo & Voodoo Witch & Chocolate!

2011-09-13T01:30:00.000-07:00

I got to start off this tale with Voodoo Witch Barista must of conjure a hex on me today when I went for my first cup of the day at the Coffee Cave... she wasn't working... she was there with little Voodoo Hoodoo... now I got to state something here as a parent we do things for our kids mostly to shut them up... but it seems that little Voodoo Hoodoo has taken to wearing the Witch's hat as well as Voodoo Witch... what does this have to do with me?... easy... chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting (fuck)... I was doomed from the moment I walk through the door at the Coffee Cave... here is a 'tip' when someone knows couple of your weakness and can exploit it... you don't

stand a chance... back to how I got hexed... it seems that little Voodoo Hoodoo conjured a hex on Voodoo Witch Barista wanting to make Chocolate Cupcakes... now everyone knows that 'easy bake oven' are totally usless... and little ones shouldn't be using big easy bake ovens... I know it's fun to watch a little tyke destroy a kitchen and put things into a mixing cauldron that would peel paint off any wall or that ovens not only can bake but can be turned into explosive devices... but as we all know that little tykes have the interest span of gnat... like all little tykes Little Voodoo Hoodoo did what all little ones do... they nag, throw fits, cry, pout (do I need to go on)... once Little Voodoo Hoodoo finished her conjure hex... getting Voodoo Witch to do her dirty work... she went off to watch the wonderful world of disney... it seems that Walt is the only one live or dead that knows the secret on how to keep the attention span of a little tyke... problem is he took the secret with him.... Voodoo Witch made the Chocolate Cupcakes ninus the bacon she is so very fond of... flash forward Little Voodoo Hoodoo and Voodoo Witch bring some of the hex concoction to the Coffee Cave where I walked in not knowing what was about to happen... yup I ate one of the concocted hex Chocolate Cupcake... fuck I fall again to both of their fucking hexes... this time the cauldron wasn't the one at the Coffee Cave used against me... this one was

somewhere in the Witch's Den where no human will ever adventure... I had no will of my own to fight the hex... I ate the fucking Chocolate Cupcake with Chocolate frosting... not good not good at all... but here are a few things that I Chocolate does go well with... have you every tried any? There is Chocolate covered Bananas... Chocolate Ice Cream...

Now a word from our sponsors--- Chiquita Banana the only banana you should trust when having Chocolate Covered Banana with nuts...

Nipples on a hot latina that look like Chocolate Kisses and just as enjoyable... Chocolate Pancakes that are a hit served in bed...

then there is would you kick her out of bed for eating Chocolate Chocoalate Chip cookies in bed?... Or how about Chocolate Chocolate Chip Cookie Ice Cream sandwich?...

tell me you wouldn't lick the crumbs off the lips of someone you had a 'hard on' (yes this goes for both sexes-it seems that females can have hard ons too)...

here is a question for the guys that read this blog... tell me you never wanted something like this to happen to you... to have a hot woman who enjoys a bit of cock with her Chocolate... or should this quetion be for the females who read this blog... have you ever done this?

These two pics are for me... the only thing I would give up anything Chocolate or Chocolate covered Coconut is... sex... my most favorite thing... but the only thing I would give up for sex is... Chocolate covered sex with hot MILF... the best way to have Chocolate... yup I've had Chocolate served to me like this... as they say in the French Kitchens---Bone appetite!

Blurred Lines

2011-09-12T00:00:00.000-07:00

the tale I'm about to scribe could get me into trouble... but then when did I ever care about getting into trouble... come to think of it trouble and me are old drinking buddies from way back when... the tale for this blog is about (oh how I hate to write this because it shows that I'm getting old) blurred lines... I don't mean the blurred lines that run down the middle of the street because you'd had to much to drink blurred lines... the blurred lines I'm referring to are the ones about (here is goes ready or not) sexual preference lines... fuck once again here is a line that makes me read like something my mother would say... back in my day (I have no idea what my day is or when it was)... but getting back to it... lets go when I was in high school and more forward from there... dust off the memorabilia, sweep out the cobwebs here we go... in high school the lines between the sexes where more ridged... being girls like guys and guys like girls... anything else was buried deep into the closet (why someone coined the word 'closet' is fucking beyond me)... that doesn't mean there wasn't a few girls who enjoyed having all girls PE (fucking google it) or boys who really got all happy being on
the football team... I will admit that I did my share of making fun of those who prefer the same sex... does that make me a bad person?... I fucking really don't care... but didn't I do anything other than joke about it (laughter can be good way to open ones eyes)... NO... never out of hate... did I have any friends that where 'into same sex'... I fucking don't know... like I wrote in those day it was buried deep in the closet... I gotta to state one more thing before I continue 'metro' wasn't around yet... I'm not sure why 'metro' is used to describe anyone... more about that later... let's move on... in my college days/porn more excepted... and girls where now reading Playboy and Penthouse... it was coming to light that it's was being more excepted that females could or allowed to have what I call 'COLLEGE EXPERIENCE' (for the rednecks and dummies in the back that would be girl on girl)... ah the double standards card... which means it's okay for females to have 'COLLEGE EXPERIENCE' but not the guys... I know that its bad manners for me to write about having had one night stands (sport fucking) with females
who have had 'COLLEGE EXPERIENCE'... it's even worst of me to have had encouraged them to make pillow talk of there 'COLLEGE EXPERIENCE'... (it's comforting to know that I'm not the only one that has difficulties "picking up" females-I never claim to be mister smooth)... I get a laugh out of when a female tries to flirt or pick up another female it's not that much different than a guy trying... I wonder if it's the same for when a guy tries to pick up on a guy?... all I know is that thank GOD for alcohol for leveling playing field... moving forward... I went to work in a industry that was/is heavy with people who are into same sex... now I have written a short tale about the time I work in this industry and being cougar bait... and there is a tale about something that

happened to me during this time as well... it's very humorous but I'm going to leave you hanging... its a tale to be told over consuming a lot of alcohol... lets move forward to the now... once again I'm working in a industry that is heavy with same sex people but I got to say it doesn't really matter all that much anymore... I guess because I've gotten older and more liberal and with the 'youngins' they have blurred the line to where they really don't care at all... the only ones that get their panties in a bunch over this are Rednecks, GOPers, Biblethumpers and a lot of old people (okay not all but quite a few of them)... who am I to say that one person happiness is to be judge by me... or by anyone... I know I don't like it when someone steps in and tells me I can't lust after certain females (MILFS-homer face-tongue hanging out with drool)... so why should anyone judge and condemn someone who is into same sex... all I know is that everyone on this mud ball has a right for happiness no matter who they prefer as their partner... here is a bit of double standard card... when a guy things of a 'MENAGE A TROIS'-it's two females and him.
when a woman things of a 'MENAGE A TROIS'-it's two guys and her...

As per WEBSTERS Dictionary:

Menage a trois--(means-french for) three somes, fmf or mfm sex with more than one at a time

Gay--(use to mean) happy, joyous, carefree, celebrate

Queer--(use to mean) Odd, out of sorts, ill

I don't know when these words got tagged for same sex people... all I know is that can't we turn these words back to what they once mean? instead of slurs....

I wrote about 'METRO' guys... which I come to find out and now know are not into same sex... I was told by a female that I could easily be a 'metro' guy or somewhat 'metro'... I ask her is it because I hate to go camping or roughing it in the woods (banjo plucking scares the shit out of me) that roughing it to me is a five star hotel where room service stops at 11pm?... that the only places I enjoy traveling to have international airports (now I would go for a nice bullet train ride)?... Or that I care about my looks (the battle over weight)(I got to say I was one of the better dressed in high school)... or maybe because I'm SHALLOW....
well that's enough of my soapbox for now... moral of tale...
why do we have to have lines...

training cougar cub to hunt

2011-09-05T00:21:00.000-07:00

to start off I'm giving a nod to several baristas that this tale could be about... Voodoo Witch Barista-I'm Not That Of Girl-Caveman Woman-I Could Be A Centerfold-60s Tie Dye Barista... I'm not sorry to the others such as BaahBaah or I facebook Everything or Little One or My Fucking Knee Acting Up Again Barista reason for my own... let me start this tale when I was... how can I put this... I know... when I was of the age of cougar bait... many many many moons ago when the moon was high and the earth was young... I was entering my cougar bait years (you can't google it... it's a calendar thing)... I was employed by an airline which allowed me to travel to many cougar hunting grounds... this tale took place in a far land near the metal birds nesting area where metal bird watches spotted 737s, 727s, the extinct L1011s, DC10s and the world traveler 747s... LAX... the cougar in this tale was 32 moons... she was out for her first hunt and I was her first prey... she toyed with me like a

cat holding a piece of cheese on a string and I was the mouse... she was
taught how to make me jump through hoops that I didn't even know I was jumping through... she played me like a toy fiddle... I enjoyed every minute of it... the best part being a hunting by a cougar is the hot out of control fucking!!!(oh fucking grow up)... I can't put my finger on it but for some reason when a cougar is in heat (which is most of the time) she on the hunt... and when she hunting she looking for prey that will fulfill her horny hunger... meaning she wants to be fuck like she's never been fucked before and she not getting it from prey around her own age... it seems that cougars think most prey around their age are pretty set in they're sex-ways (ie watching sports while drinking beer rather than watch a cougar do a striptease)(I know that there are some cougars that shouldn't do stripteases)... before she cast me out like yesterday's newspaper I ask... no I begged her to show me how a cougar hunts it's prey... she told me to notice what style of clothes they wear... it seems that clothing tells a lot about a cougar's habitat (what side of the tracks she comes from-there are trailer trash cougars out there)... she pointed out how a cougar stocks it's prey without it knowing it... she told me to notice how a cougar plays with it's prey... she also show me how a cougar when it's made up it's mind how she pounces on it's prey and fends off other cougars... this enabled me to become a cougar hunter... so I told this knowledge with me on great hunts across the land using the big metal birds that migrate across the lands... the hunting was good...

now I sit at the corner of the bar (wish it was a Tiki Bar or Tiki Lounge) and watch cougars play with their prey... and laugh at the prey when they think they have the upper hand (they don't if the cougar is wroth her salt in weight)... moral to this tale is if you are a young cub wanting to be a worthy cougar... learn from the best one you can find... I know they are hard to find but they're out there... you just have to go to there hunting grounds... unfortunately 3 Vinos in my area is not where you're going to find a 'vintage (better word for find) cougar' to hunt... sometime later I'll write about my cougar safaris... (sound effects of a cork popping out of a old vintage tequila bottle-sound effects of tequila pouring into rocks glass with ice)... aaaahhhh.

Now this is a Tequila Bottle is it no wonder why cougars (women) enjoy a good shot! If not just think of how much fun they could have with an empty bottle!

text to work.

2011-08-31T00:59:00.000-07:00

once again I got the text for work on CSI NY at the last moment (while as far as work calls go that it is)... it's up at the butt crack of dawn, get dress in the dark, because turning on the lights will temporarily blind you... make the bed like a good boy then dash out the door... hit the local Starbucks for the first cup of the day and maybe banana for the commute to work... work a half day (the first 12 hours) on location in Pasadena... but here is the kicker I got to drive to CBS Studios in Studio City, to be driven back to Pasadena to do the work... then at the end of the day be driven back to the Studio... get my car so I can drive thru Pasadena on the commute home... make since... don't worry it doesn't have too. It's Hollywood!!! I wonder who I'll see grinning at me from across the counter early in the morning at local Starbucks?... Big Boy's Coffee please... will there be an early morning hug?... will I want an early morning hug?...
I want the MILF picture in upper right corner to be texting me to come to bed.

Here is some eye-texting-candy... remember texting and drinking leads to drunken texting...

Maybe

2011-08-25T00:11:00.000-07:00

the word 'maybe' has different means... it means one thing to a man and another to a woman... when we were kids, be it boy or girl, we learned how to use the word 'maybe' as away of playing our parents against eachother to get what we wanted... it went something like this... you go ask your mother for something or let you go somewhere... when she didn't want to give you a definite answer she would say 'maybe' if it's okay with your father' (does word 'maybe' mean passing the buck?)... once you heard that from your mother then you would to daddy and play'em like a cheap fiddle... as we get old the word 'maybe' becomes a double edge sword... meaning one thing to a woman and something else to a man... when a man uses the word 'maybe' to a other man... it means 'no fucking chance in hell am I going to do that for you'... or 'it's not that important to me so fucking forget it'... or if a man thinking about doing something... like 'maybe' I should go--- which means I'll never go there because no one is dragging me there... or 'maybe' I should do--- which means I'm not about to fucking do that because no one is nagging me to do it... here is the flip side... what the

word 'maybe' means to a woman.... when a woman uses the word 'maybe' to another woman it means one thing only... 'maybe I can do it for you later'... translation... 'I can't do it right now but I will do it because you're going to owe me big time'... now this is where man and woman go wrong when using the word 'maybe' with eachother... when a woman tells a man 'maybe I'll give you a blow job later if you're good'... which means [guys] you'll never get that blow job because she will never find anything good that you've done... so guys when you hear the word 'maybe' from a woman, it's her way of telling you that there is no fucking way in hell it's ever going to happen... flip side... when a man uses the word 'maybe to a woman... something like this... 'maybe I'll take you there or 'maybe I'll do this for you'... which means [guys] you better fucking do it now there is no later... to a woman when a man says it, it's another way of say absolutely yes-promise cross my heart... but when a woman say 'maybe' to a man it only mean one thing... 'maybe'.

Multitasking what is your brain doing tonight!

2011-08-16T21:40:00.000-07:00

these are the things I plan to do tonight... get a bite to eat... maybe a burger from a local hamburger joint... watch some Apple TV while enjoying said burger... then while watching Apple TV do some writing on script I'm working on (working title Ol' Guy)... then while working on script do some more posting on twitter or facebook... then I got to google some more pixs to go on blog that I write... while working on my script... then get sidetrack looking at nude porn star photos that leads to watching internet porn will watching Apple TV...

now movie is over that I rented on Apple TV... flip over to netflix to some stupid movie that I really don't care about while watching internet porn... while using spaces (other way of changing screens on laptop to have open different programs-which I got to get a new one) changing screen from internet porn as it is loading up getting ready to play... flip to screen that has my script that I'm working to write a few action lines (which my proofread calls 'action chunks')... then its flip back to internet porn move that it ready to view... while netflix movie on TV is coming to an end... while viewing internet porn... fire up Play Station to watch hulu+... internet porn flick is done (usually 30 minutes or less-could be a movie title)... flip screen on laptop back to script screen... pick TV show on hulu+ that I want to watch... then let it

load up... now back to script write a few lines of dialogue... flip laptop screen back to internet porn site to pick another porn flick to distract me... while hulu+ is now ready to view... watch episode of I don't remember picking this show to watch... while internet porn site movie is loading up... flip laptop screen back to script that I'm working to write another 'action chunk'... then add a new space screen on laptop so I can write new blog

with pix of naked women and vintage pinups that I have downloaded to desktop from google... while watching hulu+ episode... now done with blog, post it with pix also link it to twitter and facebook... flip laptop screen back to internet porn site which has movie read to view... hulu+ episode I was watching is done and now is load next episode... while I watch internet porn movie... hulu+ is now ready for viewing...

internet porn is done (remember flicks on internet porn are only 30 minutes or less-more times than not less)... close out internet porn site because my brain is telling me I really should be working on writing script... while now watching hulu+ episode... I close another space screen that has my blog that I just finish posting and linking to twitter & facebook...

do a quick clean up of desk top by photoshop pics of nude women that I downloaded from google images... while watching hulu+ episode plays on... put photoshop pictures into my pictures file in hard-drive... close out that space screen so that my only space screen is one with my script I'm working on... hulu+ episode is now concluding... turn off Play Station and flip TV to satellite to TCM old black and white movies while working on script... MULTITASKING!!! what is your brain doing tonight? I think I need a cup of java to give my brain a bit of caffeine boost so I can do more...

This is for those who enjoy hot dogs.

negative = negative unless you're doing new math or tick-tock-tick-tock

2011-08-08T20:38:00.000-07:00

let me start this tale on what was on the calendar for me today... I had to go to the taxman to

do my taxes for last year or is it this year for last year or is it do taxes this year for last year... you get idea... I was suppose to be in Magic Mountain Town by 11:30 am... which means I have to get my ass up out of bed by 9:30 am... this should be no problem right... right?... not so fast my little speedster... you ever wonder why they put snooze buttons on alarms?... it's for people like us (what us kemosabe?)(okay me)... I think the snooze button is there to see how long you can procrastinate before you have to jump out of bed and run around like a mad-man trying to fit in making the bed-taking a shower-drying off-getting dressed-comb one's hair (if you still got hair)-brush your teeth-then dash out the door hoping you got everything you need... like the fucking car keys or key... now this is where the fun part is for a procrastinator... get it all done in six minutes or less after hitting the snooze button more than say fifteen time at 6 minute intervals... I mean anyone can get up early enough to do all this without rushing around but

where is the fun in that?... that is the first of negative here is the next negative... I have this habit I can't start the day without my 'first cup of the day'... but here is the second challenge... you are out the door with 55 minutes on the clock... now take into mind you got to be at Magic Mountain Town at 11:30 am... you should have dash out the door by 10:25 am... it takes you from where your crack house is to Magic Mountain Town about 50 minutes if you drive by the rules and laws of psychics... lets dash back to our tale... here's what happens next... remember it takes 50 minutes to get where you need to be and you have only 55 minutes on the clock and it's ticking tocking away... got to hit bank and I don't mean the ATM... go inside and withdraw some cash to pay taxman (did I mention that the car is almost running on empty?-my bad).. get some cash to put gas in the tank... this normally would take about say 10 minutes, because there would be an old woman checking on her bank account to make sure none of her money didn't escape during the night... it takes about 9 minutes off the clock to get in & out of bank (got lucky there was only one blue haired lady in bank)... next it's off to yup you got it... local Starbucks where you see that there is a line forming inside... park the car at the green curb (look it up)... jail walk across the street and join others that are rushing through the door to get in line... now why is it there is always a fucking newbie that never been to a Starbucks in there life is at the head of the line, gawking at the menu wondering what to fucking order... oh did I also bring up there is only one barista handing the register?... now you are third in line... the couple in front of you (not that they are a couple in a relationship way) are wondering from the line to the 'everything you see in the display cases is damn fattening!!! then back into line so they too can stare at the menu like a deer in the headlights... take 13 minutes off the clock... before you can order your cup of java... wait for it... here's the rub... it's brewing and has 4 minutes to go... #FUCK!... upside you know the baristas working at the time... so they can of help you get out the door... but here is another negative... you know have

pissed off the newbie customer because you got your

cup of java before she got her double capa mocha

carmel latte and she been waiting two more minutes than you have... which by the way I could feel her negativity pulsing off her (she was raging at barista for giving out coffee to others before she got hers and demanding to see the boss)... remember to grab your banana for the drive as well... all said and done take a total of 15 minutes off the clock... back into the car feeling newbies negative vibe... now remember you got one more stop before freeway... gas for the car... take 6 minutes off the clock because you had to get the attendant attention in order to pay her cash for the gas & pump it... back into car only to be involved in what I call the MEXICAN traveling roadblock and nope you don't have to be Mexican to play... what would only take about 3 minutes from gas station to get to freeway now is taking you 6 minutes... as you get on the free notice time you have left to get there... now you

are in the negative... meaning no matter how fast you go or how much you want to turn your car into a time machine you're going to be late... what do you do?... call and lie... say traffic is heavy... while you are driving at better than 65 miles per hour... more in the 8s (that would be 8 in front of other number you desire next to 8)... when you get to said taxman you are now more than 30 minutes late... upside of all this got taxes done... upside didn't have to pay any additional taxes... downside cost over four bills to get taxes done... downside getting small return... downside got to drive home in afternoon traffic of those who get off work around 2 pm... upside stop off at local Starbucks for the second cup of java and listen to funny stories from the baristas... moral of tale... get a faster car/time machine say like a new 911 Porsche...

Can fit in smaller size-why is gut still hanging over belt?

2011-08-05T23:35:00.000-07:00

over the last few days I've been noticing that I had been using the last notch on my fat man belt... why do I call it my fat man belt... because the regular belt I had, wore out some time ago, that meant I had to go buy a new one... it's never flattering when you go into a store say like a JCPs or Kohl's... one step above Wally Mart or Target I have a hard time making myself step into them... I get this creepy feeling when ever pull into the parking lot of any of these stores... the kind of shoppers that go to Wally Mart or Target could be better describe as 909ers (thanks to Voodoo Witch Barista for the term) or trailer trash... the kind of shopper that goes to JCP or Kohl's is one step up... meaning they have a house but the yard needs attending, you'll find several run down cars sitting on blocks and empty cheap beer cans scatter on the porch... yup you surmised it right I am shallow... but to be fair about the whole thing that doesn't mean Macy's is any better... I bought a belt from them awhile back thatwas some what price with a well know brand only to have it fall apart in a few months

(it was cheaply made-over priced-it was shit-I didn't know leather felt or looked like cardboard filler-thanks China)... this time I wanted a brand name that I could depend on... Levi Strauss... but all of the Miller's Outpost are gone... Gap dropped them to carrier there own brand name made by small children in South America... that meant I had no choice but to go to a department store like Kohl's... once inside and getting over the eeb-bee gee-bees I found a rack of real leather made belts by Levi's with this tag-'echo en Mexico'... so I know it was made with real leather... now the part that made me want to start my quest to getting down to my porn weight... the rack of belts ranged sizes from 'I'm so damn skinny that when turn side ways my cock makes me look like a zipper pulled down' to it took a whole cowhide to make one belt to go around a fat guys gut'... odd enough there where plenty in those sized but hardly any in the size I wanted... in the size I wanted it was only ugly patterns that no guy would dare buy... I took one off the rack to try it for size... now here is how most guys try on belts or anything for that matter... we don't go running off to the 'fitting rooms'... we don't take off the old one or if not wearing one we don't loop it through waistband... a guy simply wraps it around his waist and if it seems to lap over to the second or middle notch-we do 'guy fit' (trying on without trying on-holding it to you to see if it fits or wrap it around you to see if it fits-guy fitting) and if it measure up, 'it's a go' for buy... as I was 'guy fit' when I found out that the size I usually wear/wanted didn't seem to 'guy fit'... I'm not about to get a belt where I have to use the very first notch... I would look like a backwards hick (that always wins over the hot nasty MILFS)...

so begrudgingly I took the next size bigger... I did the 'guy fit' this time it lap over to the middle notch so I bought it... this is what started me on the path to dropping weight... know the part that's got me puzzled is I'm wearing my fat man belt on it's last notch, wearing a trimmer fit on my Levi shorts (meaning not the baggy loose fit that lies to you about what your real size is) and in some instant I'm wearing a size down which is good... but why is my gut still hanging over? what's with that? my weight is still in flux but dropping (not as fast as I want it too) and there are times when I feel I'm not dropping weight at all but seem to be gaining which my clothes seem to be contradicting... I will admit to giving in, to craving... need to stop eating when feeling full even though I've cut down on portions... I'm to the point of going to a 'fat doctor' to check into getting any new pharmaceutical drug that helps drop weight to help with my cause... oh phen-phen how I miss you so... the only weight lost drug that really worked for me... damn stupid people for miss using it!!! well that's it for now more to come and more often now that I'm getting back on track of getting down to my porn weight... Oh and a big thanks to---
'I'm Not That Kind Of Girl' Barista for those words that rang out so true... she help me without even knowing it... I have been in the habit of getting a banana with my first cup of Java (which is a good thing) on my second cup of java I would get a cheesy bagel with two creamy cheeses if I wanted or not (which is bad) when hang out at local Starbucks... her words where while I was having my second cup of java, "hey tubby you want your cheesy bagel with cream cheese that'll make you fatter---now"?

use to be call for work now is text for work

2011-07-26T21:05:00.000-07:00

got the text to work on CSI NY for prepping stages at CBS Studios or striking at Paramount's backlot... pix of what is going on behind the scenes will follow... with any luck it will only be a half of a day call (half of a day call meaning work the first damn twelve hours of the day) gotta get up at the butt crack of dawn, hit local Starbucks (poor baristas gotta get up way before the butt crack of dawn) for that 'first cup of the day' on the way out... oh boy I get to enjoy 'cup of java' on commute to work... fucking traffic should be light at that time of morning... hey 'I Could Be A Centerfold' Barista please have the 'bold' ready (request for Gold Coast)... maybe even a cheesy bagel with creamy cheese... and a hug to start the day from 'I Could Be A Centerfold' Barista...

Oh Voodoo Witch Barista if you are working the late shift tomorrow I'll see you then for either a cold lemonade or the 'last cup of the day'... where you can rib me some more on me getting my cruzer stolen... upside I get to buy a new improved cruzer to pedal my ass around town or at work (studio lots)... I'm thinking of a royal blue with red fenders or royal blue with black fenders and matching handlebars...

adios~aloha for now Ol' Guy

the over do update with better pix that was posted on facebook

2011-07-20T01:29:00.000-07:00

it's been awhile since I've update 'ol' fat guy getting down to porn weight'... even though you can't tell by
the pic posted here... I've been loosing weight... now I don't know if it's been because of the hard long hours of working production or that I haven't been visiting the Coffee Cave that much so Voodoo Witch Barista hasn't been able to put a hex on me or use her cauldron to concoct some potion that would knock my weight loss for a loop... I'm not fooling myself that young girls (say mid 20's to mid 30's future porn stars) will ever describe me as beefcake, studmuffin, honeybuns, cookie, guy candy, cupcake, honey's little bad boy, my sweet pea ink boy (you get the fucking idea) in other words a fucking KEN DOLL (who has no dick nor balls-no wonder Barbie ran off to fuck GI Joe with kung fu grip)...
so here is a real man's description... (wait for it----)... ready?... if not just say you are so I can end this tale and you can go back to looking up porn sites that give you twominutes of free streaming video (donkey show not included must pay extra-all sales are final-no refunds-no credit-must have credit card for proof of age-females are half price)... here it is... MANCAKE... the real man's description... more additives than a double quarter pounder from McDonald's... more sweetness than twinkies, coconut snowballs or double filled Oreo Cookies... 10% less saturated fat than before... yup the new description for a real man who is not a fucking KEN DOLL... who is no longer in his stupid I don't know twenties, or who is no longer in you're a hot cougar and remind me of my mommy thirties...

(I'm stuck at living at home with parents because I got to many fucking college loans that I won't be able to payback).... or who is no longer in damn girl you're fresh out of high school and you want to hang with me because you've got daddy

issues forties... yes *MANCAKE* is a real man who enjoys hot MILFs and is not affair of little tikes nipping at your ankles... I'm glad you got the boob job to double your bra size, yup I'm shallow and I'm old enough not to care anymore ***#MANCAKE****!
(hashmark for those who twitter).

Who wants a big slice of MANCAKE?

trailer trash birthday party

2011-07-12T00:36:00.000-07:00

once again its time to write a ditty about Voodoo Witch Barista... problem this time was finding the right pic to complement this tale... coming up fast is Voodoo Witch's birthday where she will turn of age... what does this mean I don't have a fucking clue... it could mean that her hex powers get stronger or last longer... no one will know for sure... I do know that she is wanting is 'trailer trash' birthday party at a local dive bar (no name will be give-but dog comes to light)... why is she wanting a trailer trash birthday party?... mostly its for her amusement... she enjoys pulling strings on unexpected subjects, like her new toy a Bro... slingo definition: bro meaning white trash male from the 909 area code... back in the day we just called them 'rednecks', inbreeders, sister or cousin daters, gomers, hick, yokel, hayseed and one of my fav... yahoo... you could say Voodoo Witch is like thelittle kid who gets

a kick out of tormenting butterflies for no reason at all... a few things I've over heard about this trailer trash birthday party is that she has put a hex over her fellow baristas to come join her at the trailer trash birthday party... what happens at the time of party will be another posting... ah to be the guy at the back of the bar enjoying a cocktail while watching this train wreck... what I do know about this trailer trash party is that Voodoo Witch has invited two of her playthings... the title I give to one of her little toys will be 909bro... here's where I go off on a tangent-909 females call themselves Bro-hoes (hoe is short for whore-does that mean you gotta pay her up front for a date?)... I don't know about you but the last time I tried calling a female a hoe, I got backhanded across the face... I can say I've call a female a slut but only when having hot meaningless sex... now back to our program already in progress... but before there was a 909bro there was a guy who could make Voodoo Witch bubbly (seeing Voodoo Witch bubble is not for the weak of heart)... I'll call him Singapore-Sling (why you ask? tale for another time) but he's back!!!... which did have effect on Voodoo Witch Barista

because she invited him too... now this is where it's going to be fun... watching 909bro come face to face with Singapore-Sling... I wonder who will be stupid enough to come to blows first... will 909bro have faults courage from consuming large amounts of alcohol?... but what I can bet on is that Voodoo Witch Barista will be sitting back watching the floor show of those she put a hex on, oh and don't forget that there will be large amounts of alcohol involved... lets not for get the other baristas that will be there as well... most of them being female mixed with alcohol and chaos will ensue... this is going to be better than pay-pre-view... of course there will be some ass grabbing, boob groping, macking (empty sex french kissing brought on by alcohol), barista on barista action going on... and that just the female baristas... ah to be the guy at the back of the bar enjoying a cocktail while watching train wreck that is the trailer trash birthday party... have fun Voodoo Witch Barista on your TRAILER PARK BIRTHDAY PARTY AT A DIVE BAR!

Doing Man Chores!

2011-07-11T00:43:00.000-07:00

let me start this tale with some background first... the pic you see here is the project that needs to be repaired... my landlady is a cool old bitty... the rent she charges me is almost unheard of in the greater City Of Angels County... she's so laid back that she wouldn't even care if I filmed pornos here, problem is this place doesn't fit the type of "porn set or fuck house" (the porn type would look like 909 porn or Bros & Bro-hoes)... as you can see the view is great of the alley in the back... but lets not dillydally... I told my landlady that the deck for my apartment was falling down... she asked me what needed to be done... I told her what I think it might need... her next comment was it would take awhile for her to get it done... now here is where I jump the gun... before I know it these words come out of my mouth... 'if you get the materials I can do the work' (what the fuck was my mind doing? why did the 'Y' gene in my mind all of sudden kick in)... I was fucking being played by an old lady... damn!... some more background about me... as you know per my blog title here I'm an old fat guy trying to get down to my porn weight... I'm not a 'young buck' or a 'pup' or a 'stud-muffin' (do females still use that phrase?) or a 'beefcake' or a 'hunk'... just to let you know if you ever hear an old guy use any of these phrases about
describing a young guy... it's old guy code for 'I'm gonna fuck you up or knee cap your ass' ... old guys don't go running or chase young guys... we wait until they get winded or run out of energy, then we walk up to them and take advantage of the situation (kick there asses)... also old guys think when young guys look like this (pic of young guy) we think, 'young guy=Ken doll... looks good but got no genitalia (no beans and frank or cock-n-balls)... but lets not waist valuable drinking time on this... I don't know why most women or MILFs make a big deal out of a guy having a 'six pack'... when real guys have a twelve pack... case in point... this is me in the white tee shirt... any guy can work with his tee shirt off... as you can see its on the clean side... why am I showing you this?... you'll see... I got to work ripping out or down the old junky boards... unlike the Ken Doll I don't have to carry that many 'sticks' (wood) at one time...
mind you I could have carried as many as this young
... why kill yourself... I say pace yourself like you would having sex... best to last long than burnout fast... plus I was my only helper... as I ripped out the old boards I put the new ones in at the same time rather than take all the old crappy ones only to have the frame fall down around your ankles... yup I've had that happen before... so as I took an old one out, I put a new one in its place... it does really work better that way... you can see how you're progressing and there's, fuck I got it all torn down now, now I gotta put up the new ones... why do one thing at a time... see that's old guy thinking... young guy would do one thing at a time or mono track tasking... (it's time for some eye candy)... as the day got hotter I remember to drink water... very important thing to do... unlike a young buck having beers while doing a weekend chores in the heat of the day... here is a quiz...
what doesn't belong in this phrase? many beers, cordless saw, screw gun, stapler, hammer... as an old guy I think I've learn over the years that beer mixed with tape measures doesn't mix or measure out well... there is an old carpenter saying 'measure once cut twice or is it measure twice and cut once... hold on I've got to get another beer to figure this out... now this is
why I don't like doing this kind of work... I hate getting sawdust all over me, it gets into your shoes,
on your tee shirt, in your hair, in your face, down your tee-shirt, you find it in your Levi's pockets, your tee shirt pocket if your tee-shirt has a pocket, even in your eyes, nose, mouth if you are an open mouth breather... as the day worn on I got sweaty... yup 'man boob' sweat was showing up on my tee-shirt... only real guys have 'man boob' sweat... Joe six pack aka Ken Doll tee-shirt only get sweat under the arm pits... it is a good thing that I wore safety shoes with all the rusty nails, rusty staples and old wood splinters that I could pick up in all
the wrong ways... can you say 'ouch' (as you can see the style of my
safety shoes)... the day was going okay with me doing my
best not to hurt myself more than usual... like doing stupid man things... like when dealing with a stapler,
thinking it isn't working so you 'test fire' it a few times
only to test fire it into your hand... that's right, fired it right
through the leather glove and into my hand between my
index finger and fuck you finger (check pic of my hand)...
the upside of from this was the leather glove slowed down the staple from going deeper into my hand,
easy to dig out... thanks to the leather glove... the
downside is no hot MILF or sexy woman to kiss my 'boo-boo' as she puts on the band aide... side note it's always a good thing to wear some kind of gloves while working... remember this 'no gloves no love'... plus it keeps
your hands soft, women appreciate it... I remember a woman told me that she doesn't like rough skin hands... she said it feels like sandpaper when a guy with rough skin hands would touch her skin or grabbing her boobs... she told me it took the mood right out of it... so that's why I most always wear leather gloves... I don't want a hot MILF or young woman complaining about my hands feeling like sandpaper as touch her skin or grab her boobs... back to work... I was doing good until I ran out of materials... I ran out of replacement wood... like always when doing fix it work... it seems something always comes up where you don't take into consideration that you might come up short on supplies... its that unknown factor of once you get into it you find more that needs to be fixed.. I can only say...'ah shit'... now I got to wait for the landlady to get more material aka wood to finish the job. It would be nice to have help like these hot MILFs/Young Women!

Fourth Of July

2011-07-03T21:20:00.000-07:00

here it is the holiday weekend... it's fucking hot as hell and all the babes (young girls-milfs-porn stars-sluts-whores-909ers) are running to the beach... my question is where are the ones who wear thong bikinis?... where are the topless beaches of California?... why is it okay in Europe but here it's the fucking end of the world?... fuck Puritans and there holier than though attitude... here is a question for all the females here, would you enjoy seeing guys (most American guys are out of shape-beer bellies-gut over the belt-suck it in when a hot babe walks by guys) wear speedos better known as banana hammock, jewel bag, man floss, man thong, male bikini (you get the idea)?... its funny that 'white' people go to the beach... oil up like a shrimp on the Barbi trying to get darker... now here is the part that gets me... some 'white' people don't get darker they only turn a darker shade of white... others get darker than most

'black' people (for those of you who are fucking 'PC' African/American)... and yet there are some 'white' people that turn red along with their redneck, so why is it we call 'black/Africa/American people colored again?... this is the holiday where you blow
things up and it's okay... well in some places it is... why is it that people stare up into the night sky to see explosions of multi color sulfur mixed with gunpowder? (thank you Chinese guy who put it all together)... only to make fun sound of Ooooooo Aaaaaaa Wwwwwoooowwww... its also the day where we pretend to know how to cook on the BBQ... turning good food into little chard pieces of carbon... drink cheap beer because you don't want to spring for the good stuff for people you really don't care about... its also the holiday that most guys drink more than they should only to get in trouble with their women folk for staring at single hot babes... it's the holiday that most of the people fell condemned to spend time with family members they don't get along with or want to be around with... so from me to you Happy Fourth Of July!...

enjoy the family.

talking code.

2011-06-26T21:03:00.000-07:00

here is a little ditty about something that I discovered down at the Coffee Cave... its Sunday... the day of kick back and relax with a cup of java... in attendents was/is Guy Pal to Girls Barista (I want to use the word I usually use but-any way you get the ideal)... Got a Light Barista... and back by popular or is it unpopular demand Voodoo Witch Barista... we where all chatting up like a Chatty Cathy doll that had its string pulled hard... first what I did... there was a hot babe (almost of or just barely over 21) that came in, ordered something iced... I was sitting at the counter... on the 'pick up your fucking drink now counter' was/is a flower arrangement that was as big as a bush... hot young babe (at least to me she is young) wearing shorts and some top that showed off her nice boobs (I prefer the word tits but hey)... as she was picking up her drink she commented on the flowers... me who can't let things slid... commented on how the flowers look like a fucking bush (because of the hight & bigness of arrangement)... thats when Voodoo Witch Barista walked away from watching and listening (I'm guessing Voodoo Witch was expecting me to work it and try to pick up on her-do they still say pick up?)... I guest Voodoo Witch Barista thought we where going to throw down... the hot young babe gives me the look of 'how dare you' counter me... my comment was roses are flower arrangements... it's not what I

said but the way I said it... meaning... like what you never got real flowers before?, wow aren't you not so special hot young babe... amazing how quickly she caught on... hot young babe grabbed her drink and wiggled her way out... Voodoo Witch Barista though I would chase that... 'nope' I told her... I don't think she believe me that I wouldn't chase something that young... the question why, came up as I remember... I told those who were listening that I have a son who's 30... who would knee cap me for being so cliche of a man going through middle-age-crises... the other would be I bring a hot young babe home and she goes gaga for my son (so many wrongs there)... jump forward... I was telling a story of 'back in the day' which is old man lingo for I'm getting fucking old... of one of the Studios located in Hollywood that was in the heart of Tranyville... Tranys (she-males, guys with boobs & dicks or chicks with dick, guys that look like women, dress like women but surprise in every package) working the street... I mean these guys had great looking boobs (this is sowrong) and look really convincing... I mean women
could take notes on what and how to wear clothes, makeup and how to 'work it'.... I was doing my best to talk in code so as not to upset the other 'prim & proper' visitors... I said that these she-males where doing financial favors (i.e. meaning that you pay them, they favor you with she-male sex)... here is where things went off the rails-took a left turn from reason... Guy Pal to Girl Barista thought it meant, the she-males where doing your taxes? street walking she-male tax accounts doing your filing to the IRS or help with finance issues... that's all she-male wrote when Got a Light Barista, Voodoo Witch Barista and me bust out laughing... what made it more humorous was Guy Pal to Girls Barista was naive and didn't catch on at all... me and the others had to bring him up to speed... I got to say that sometime its good to laugh 'at' others... okay you got me its always fun to laugh 'at' others.

its wrong but see what I mean by women could learn something from these she-males.