tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69154833465885735102011-07-07T17:31:10.662-07:00I sometimes need to bitch about things. Maybe this blog is a good way to maintain sanity and not force my loved ones to move out and/or murder me.Yes, that's me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952240327497714380noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915483346588573510.post-12631364111746953422009-12-27T18:14:00.001-08:002009-12-27T21:35:54.561-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdF0bj5cV5A/SzhCWVTvrpI/AAAAAAAAABs/eik3UIAadXo/s1600-h/LovesEmbrace-Hot-Box195x185.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdF0bj5cV5A/SzhCWVTvrpI/AAAAAAAAABs/eik3UIAadXo/s200/LovesEmbrace-Hot-Box195x185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420155102984908434" /></a><br />What better to kill the happy mood in the house than a commercial containing: <div><ol><li>Abused animals to fundraise for the ASPCA</li><li>Starving children to fundraise for the United Children's Fund</li><li>A jewelry commercial proclaiming you should show a woman how much you 'love her' by buying her a diamond you'll never be able to pay for ---------></li></ol></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915483346588573510-1263136411174695342?l=flossfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Yes, that's me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952240327497714380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915483346588573510.post-80219783198643540512009-12-27T15:11:00.000-08:002009-12-27T15:35:39.073-08:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-22e634a34cf04b4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D022e634a34cf04b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331236419%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7615AFC95522B8732204633ADC416DD62AACD9A9.7BDFDC92952A4DF27934D671E11A535EAA1121D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22e634a34cf04b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddct2-OFLt2qF-uQ1qzVuyEgrj_I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D022e634a34cf04b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331236419%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7615AFC95522B8732204633ADC416DD62AACD9A9.7BDFDC92952A4DF27934D671E11A535EAA1121D3%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22e634a34cf04b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddct2-OFLt2qF-uQ1qzVuyEgrj_I&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />This toy creeped the dogs out at first. If only it were more durable. The dogs tore off its fur within hours.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915483346588573510-8021978319864354051?l=flossfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Yes, that's me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952240327497714380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915483346588573510.post-78822171107118937772009-12-27T12:22:00.000-08:002009-12-27T14:48:09.620-08:00<span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can't help but notice how aggro the male drivers get around the holidays. It's like a hormonal fluctuation in testosterone triggered either by the repetitive Christmas songs on the radio or the sound of the Salvation Army bells ringing at the local supermarket. They literally </span></span><i><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">l</span></span><b><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ose their shit</span></span></b></i><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. Of course, the only thing the men need to shop for is the women in their lives (maybe Tiger would have avoided this whole shit-storm by buying his classy group of waitresses some gifts). Maybe the Levitra/Cialis/Viagra pharmaceutical companies should just add a little bit of Valium or Xanax to their products. Lord only knows how many men are current users of these meds; they can market it as a treatment for MHPMS. Just a thought... You hearing this Pfizer?&nbsp;</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915483346588573510-7882217110711893777?l=flossfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Yes, that's me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952240327497714380noreply@blogger.com0