Monster Energy Drink works like cocaine

I, in fact, don't know how cocaine works, but I hear that it tends to keep one awake at night. Monster Energy Drink has the same effect on me. 2 Monster drinks in the morning and I'm still tired as shit all day long, but when it comes to sleeping after 10pm, forget about it. So the vicious cycle continues the next morning. Starting about Wednesday each week, I have to start stopping at Tim Horton's for a jolt of java to keep my head from nailing the keyboard at 9am every day.
Life Sucks.

I am going to be back to blogging now

Remember me? I'm the guy you're mommy warned you about. I'm fat, drunk and stupid and this is no way to go through life. I'm should be a flame throwin' right-hander from Chula Vista, CA, but I'm not. I really don't have anything to write about. School is over. I'm done travelin' for the summer. Since the end of May, I've been to Orlando, Nashville, Knoxville, and San Francisco. I've met Luke Duke and some rocket scientists. I've eaten a ton of meat, chicken and pork and the Tigers keep winning. I am gone for now. But I will start writing regularly again as soon as my fingers heal

if you can see this, good. 'Cause I f-ing can't

What the hell is wrong? I try to blog and I can't get access. F this! I quit.

PS I can write on, but I can't view my awsome blog

Hi there Freaks

I'm back, School is 95% over for me and I want to thank the instructors for my heaviest workload ever. F-er's! I took like 5 undergrad classes a semester (when I started) and I had no where near as much reading and writing to do. (I think I learned something in these 2 classes though) Anyhoo...
Here is a picture of a big fat hairy ass
but you have to click it, because I don't want to look at a big fat hairy ass when I open this page...
And if that made youa little ill, click --> for a regular hairy ass.

ick!

this is a horny housewife, or so I'm told by google

Happy Hunting!

Man, that General Lee is da bomb!

Look ----->

The F-ing GeneralLee jumping over what appears to be a freaking house! Holy Crap!

If I've said it once, I've said it at least once

I hate pictures of pretty flowers invading my blog reading.
I really hate poetry by bad Poets with nothing more to say than life suxxxxxx.
I super-dupery hate the quest of thousands to shove Jesus blogs in front of me.
I have a thing about mommy blogs too (believe it or not)
Why is nobody happy to be alive and kicking anymore?
Why is it so freaking cold in June? It was like 49 this morning or something crazy like that.
Why are Rocket Scientist so darn ignorant of the real world?
Anybody a big fan of George W. Bush? Don't listen to the song from Ministry entitled Rio Grande Blood from the album of the same name, in fact I would stay away from the entire CD. PS this album is excellent if you are into industrial.

Oh, and in case you wanted to see another picture from my trip, here's one ...
(I didn't take this one though, i was on the other side with the common folk)

Link to the General Lee flying through the air

Ok, look see here, If you want to watch a cool car fly about 202 feet through the air then lookie here... The General Lee at DukesFest jumping/flying 202 feet this is the only video recording device I had so the frame rate is a bit choppy (it's a camera for goodness sake) but I did my best to capture the essence of the flight. And for good measure, here is a picture of the General Bug (notice the passenger giving us the thumbs up! We were on the freeway headed toward the airport, they were headed probably not toward the airport)

DukesFest 2006

DukesFest 2006
Some of you may have considered me to be mentally insane prior to today. I’m not. However, had I told you I was going to a Dukes of Hazzard festival, you may have had some serious doubts about me. I was actually concerned when I committed to going to the CMT 2006 Dukesfest in Nashville, TN. I was worried that the local watermelon seed-spitting champion might knock my teeth out so I would fit in better (which I would have). But mostly I was worried that I might trip over a redneck and knock over a confederate flag, bringing on a fury of redneck rage. So, there it is, I had some bias heading down there. The major Dukes fan (Matt) that brought up the idea of the road-trip was a much bigger fan than I, and he is (sorta) normal, so I figured, if nothing else, I could spend my weekend at the pool scaring the women and fooling the kids into believing I was a walking talking whale.
It turns out that I had a real coo-coo-cool time. I was amazed at the volume of good ol’ boys and girls that were there. By that I mean kids, there are a ton of tiny Dukes fans. The kids were there to meet Rosco P. Coletrane, Cletus, Enos, and of course, Bo, Luke and Daisy Duke. Crazy Cooter (Ben Jones) himself, along with his wife, Alma, arrange and host the event and they really out did themselves. This thing was huge. Cooter announced that somewhere around 100,000 people attended the event over the course of the two days.
Personally, I had a great time meeting some of the cast, James Best (Rosco), Rick Hurst (Cletus), and Tom Wopat (Luke) seem to be really nice people. We met James Best on Saturday after he had already been signing autographs for more than 5 hours and he was still friendly and smiling and seemed genuinely glad to talk with us. He’s 78 years old now, by-the-way. The same held true for (the younger )Rick Hurst, although his line wasn’t the longest in the place, his attitude was excellent. He thanked us for coming out and smiled and shook our hands and just impressed me as someone who would be easy to talk to over the backyard fence. Tom Wopat impressed me as well. Not by what he did or said to me. I will probably never forget how he treated those fans who were somewhat physically or mentally handicapped. He went out of his way to make them comfortable. My highlight of the 4 hour wait was as the hoard of amateur photographers (aka fans) gathered around the restroom door as Tom Wopat exited and snapped his picture. He made the (semi) lighthearted remark of “That’s great, take a picture of me coming out of the can.”

Dukes of Hazzard Theme (Good Ol' Boys)