Busty Bandit's blog: "Srsly?"

So I just started a new job a few months ago. I do customer service for pay-day loans in America. As we all know as working adults (I hope most of you are working), we do not get paid on stat holidays and banks are closed.

You know what chaps my ass...? I hate having to tell people on the phone that it's Remembrance (Or Veterans Day in America) on Friday. It really bothers me that people forget. If it wasn't for all the men and women who died for our freedom, who knows what would have happened?

C'mon society, you need a reality check.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

RIP, Grandpa. ♥

Well, where do I begin?!

Let's start off with my lovely bus ride home this afternoon... (I take the bus because it's cheaper than paying for parking downtown... Suck a bag of dicks!)

So, I'm chilling on the bus and my phone (just so happens!) dies. Great, just my luck... no music for me. So, I'm not entirely too sure how American transit's are like, but I'm sitting in the middle of the bus, but pretty close to the front. This plays a vital role in my story! Also, the front seats of the buses can be put up to make room for strollers.

Anyways... so I take my headphones out and I put them in my purse and I get to hear the lovely conversations of other people around me. Let's begin the story with the two teen mothers at the front of the bus...

These kids had to have been POSSIBLY 16, native looking with their sweat pants, high tops, hoop ear rings and dumb slang they use and their kids were possibly 2... possibly.

Back to me chillin' on the bus... I get to hear these dumb mother fuckers talk about how they're buying the new "Nike High Tops" with the child support money they're going to be receiving.

Let me start off by saying this: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

These fuck bags are going to spend their money on new Nike High Tops when they're supposed to be spending money on... I don't know.. DIAPERS?! Buying those new Nike High Tops is not going to benefit you what-so-ever! So instead of wasting money on your fashion sense that no longer exists, try taking care of your child... or perhaps you should've wore a condom... or birth control... or those stupid rings you can put on your cervix.

Listen, kids, you're 16 and have a BABY. NOBODY'S GONNA WANT YOU. You're probably dropped out of school, no job, no life, no money ... no nothin' to benefit you and your child. (But, I'm just assuming here... Who knows? Maybe they'll win on a scratch card!)

Fuck.

My rant's over.

Rating: F-

I've always wanted to write something about this movie, but there
were always just too many things that I could pick on. Instead, here's
a list of awful things I'd rather do than watch "Napoleon Dynamite" again;
* Die;
* Put my balls in a vice grip;
* Piss glass;
* Contract herpes;
* Break my own legs;
* Watch every episode of Everybody Loves Raymond ever made...Twice;
* Live in Bosnia;
* Throw myself off of the Eiffel Tower;
* Shit razorblades;
* Eat my own hand;
* Shave my head;
* Violently insert a metal pipe up my ass;
* Have sex with any farm yard animal;
* Poison myself and spend my last moments looking at Yoko Ono's art
work (a fucking tampon and a lotus flower is conceptual art? Don't piss
down my back and tell me it's rain, bitch);
* Shoot myself in the face;
* Drink my own piss;
* Felate a 90-year old man;
* Listen to Rosie O'Donnell climax;
* Stick my dick in a meat grinder;

That's all for now. I'll add some later. Maybe.