The Angry Fat Man

So, as I posted on my MySpace this morning, (Yes, I'm one of those people, I just can't be pinned down to one blog, I gotta share the love. I'm a polygibloggist) all I'm asking for is to have a good football season Monday morning. I know people all across the country from my inter-area/HQ roles both at Sprint and now at Verizon Wireless. It never fails, a big 12 team will get smacked around by a coastal team, or K-State will lose, or the Chiefs will lose against someone who really thinks they are the Chiefs' biggest rivals and I get nothing but crap about it.

Seriously, I'm not the kind of person that goes around and gives out a Nyah Nyah when one of my teams wins, so why in the hell do I get it from others? It's just mean spirited....and it's not like I had a bet with them to warrant some sort of evil email bright and early monday morning!

Even my old boss Mr. Magoo gave me crap this morning, but at least he commented that was the largest snorefest he's ever watched and both teams are either really evenly matched and are good this year, or it's going to be a damned long year for us both.

Posted by The Younger (slightly less angry) Fat Man at 03:13 PM | Permalink

Oh my god....

WHO IN THE FUCK SHITS ON A TOILET SEAT?

So someone, some neanderthal went and SHIT on the toilet seat in our bathroom.
I'm not sure if it's like a warning from the Janitor's Local 328 to Pedro for some slight against their organization or if someone waited too long to release their bran muffin and coffee, but damn....

At least clean that stuff up so Pedro doesn't have to touch your shit, or so none of your fellow workers have to see that.

Posted by The Younger (slightly less angry) Fat Man at 11:00 AM | Permalink

It is so unbelievably funny when I hear about the City of Dallas actually acting on some of the proposed ordinances around here.

So the newest thought that may or may not hit the leg. is Nix the Baggy Pants. That's right, fo' real, the man is gonna tell you sumfin bout' yo baggy pants. Straight up trippin' from the old white folk....oh wait....you know what? It's not an old white guy stirring it up this time, it's actually DISD Trustee Ron Price, a black man on a mission to have the youth show respect for themselves and others by basically stopping the public "flashing" their doing. He says he's not concerned about the bagginess, but the basic asscrackery that he's seen too much of lately.

This one I can believe in, but I gotta ask where will it end? Are we going to tell 13 year old girls to stop dressing like French whores? Oh....okay, maybe it's not so bad.

Posted by The Younger (slightly less angry) Fat Man at 12:07 PM | Permalink