Have A Heavy Metal Christmas!!!

It hasn't been that long, but that playlist was already getting a bit old for me. So, I decided to take doc's advice and do more head bangin'. All you need now is more cowbell.

I haven't heard any complaints yet on the music, nor have I received any requests, so I'm playin' this by ear...literally. Finals are now...final, so that's finally out of the way. With the free time, I may put up more decorations...to the blog. It just doesn't seem obnoxious enough yet. Suggestions? Comments?

Twas The Night Before Xmas by The Skoal Brothers

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the trailor.
My sister woke up, while I was trying to nail 'er.
The socks was all hung, on my big mounted bass,
In hopes that St. Leon would be hauling ass.
The young'uns bunked down, all snug on the floor,
Each one had a dip, so they slept near the door.
Sis in her 105 shirt, and her John Deere cap,
Looked purty as a naked silouhette on a truck mud flap.
When out in the dog pen, there arose such a clatter,
I got up from sis, to see what was the matter.
When what to my swollen red eyes should I see,
A pink Coup De Ville, 1973.
He staggered so much, I thought, "What was he on"?
And could I buy some of that, from old St. Leon?
All my dogs started barkin, he started to shout,
Dog's hate St. Leon, you figure it out.
"Hey Whitey, Hey Crackerboy", he called me by name,
So I called off my dogs, and on up he came.
When he stepped on my porch, there was such a vibration,
I thanked God I installed a concrete foundation.
He was dressed all in fur, and chains made of gold,
On his feet were Air Jorden's, I 'specked he stoled.
Yes, he had toys, there was no mistakin,
But I still wasn't sure if he was given, er taken.
It was then that he pulled a knife from his sack,
As I readied myself for a Leon attack.
St. Leon surprised me and gave me great glee,
When he gift wrapped the knife, and put it under the tree.
He continued by filling the socks up with skoal,
His good deeds made me feel, like a major bung hole.
Then layin' his finger on the gold stud on his nose,
He said, "Hey Opey Taylor, I gots to goes".
He jumped in his caddy, and turned on the ignition,
Drove down the dirt road, to continue his mission.
I heard him yell out, as I opened a beer,
"Hey you honky white trash, see you mo'fo's next year".


This is just one of those things you get to hear while living in Arkansas
R.I.P. Magic 105

New Addition To the Complaints Department..For the Holidays

Seeing as how it's Christmas, I have been extra jovial lately, especially since I took my Geology final and scored a 194/200. I thought since I was in the spirit of things, I thought I might pass it along. In fact, EVERYONE should know the song they first hear on this blog(no peaking) as it is MOST important to the holidays. If you have to ask, you're in some sad shape.

I took songs of different varieties and slapped them together. I thought this would be a nice compilation rather than force you into listening to my head bangin' tunes. The song list is what I have so far, I may indulge requests, especially if there's a grand consensus. I hope you enjoy the tunes and crank them up if you so choose.

Thanks to Caspar for having this little feature on her blog so I can shamelessly steal it.

More Fun With Parking Lot Douchebags

Once again, I found YET ANOTHER parking lot douchebag. This one is in the rather busy parking lot of Springfield's Nakato Steak House. The parking lot isn't that big and it shares space with El Chico next door. Last Night was unusually busy, but then again, it is Christmas time. This is what you DO NOT do in ANY parking lot at Christmas time. People like me are always around and will find ways of making examples of you. This douchebag(for now) is lucky that all that happened to his bucket was a photo being taken. I've seen car keys employed in a most foul manner in order to proceed with well deserved street justice. In my day, I have done worse to get these dip shit's attention. At least this asshole didn't interfere with me getting a really nice dinner, the steak was great and so was the hibachi show, nice skills.

That Ain't Right!

Normally I do this on a Friday, but I'm trying not to ignore the blog as I have been VERY busy with school wrapping up with the last tests and finals in the next few days. Couple that with me fulfilling some contracts and also trying to get time to work out at the Habitat for Humanity project at the North end of town.

So, in the spirit of gamesmanship and just plain "talk about wrong doing" talk, I encourage you all to mention what has pissed you off lately in hopes to leave it here on go on feeling better, perhaps. My big thing is just this whole semester being a bit of a disappointment for me, I just didn't bring it this time, but that will change next semester. I'm just glad that tomorrow is the last day and I DID manage to qualify for 2 classes of opting out of the final. Now that I spilled mine, it's your turn, but before that, amuse yourselves with this:

SCORE!!!

I was in Joplin, Mo. today doing a job. After I was done, I started to leave town when I remembered what a guy who worked for Coke told me about how Pibb and Pibb Zero was sold in J-town. I didn't need no stinkin' shopping cart. I loaded up and headed to checkout, that's how I roll. I never had Pibb Zero before, so I was taking a bit of a chance on buying this stuff, it kinda reminded me of me buying the Stinger Missile II without test driving it first, just not as much money changed hands. Soon as I got home, I cracked one of these open and man, this shit is good! It was a good purchase indeed. I now have this to go with my Coke Zero, hot damn!

I am the Complaints Department Manager and I have Pibb Zero and YOU don't!

Image From the Vault

Dr. Sardonicus tagged me with a meme(of which I'm taking as payback for me tagging him). So, the thing is I had to pull the 4th photo from the "My Pictures" folder no matter what it was and state 4 things about it, if I understood correctly. Thing is I have separate photos in separate folders in that particular folder. So, I pulled the 4th photo from the 4th folder and came up with this oddly enough. I'm just glad the 5th didn't come up. So, here goes:

1. Yes, that's me puking, I was hungover in Orlando, FL. some 10 years ago. I was still drunk and it's 11:00 the next day.
2. This was the most intoxicated I had ever been in my life. The evening consisted of(in order): A hurricane from Pat O'Brien's, a shot of tequila from Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville, a tall shot of Captain Morgan from Nascar Cafe, 2 shots of Captain Morgan at Dan Marion's tavern, 2 shots of Captain Morgan at Bahama Breeze and polished off with a 64 oz of a frozen grape Everclear concoction from Lulu's bait Shack.
3. This is no lie, I have the glassware to prove it as well as witnesses and photos.
4. The photo was taken in the rear parking of a Burger King. A car was pulling into the space behind me as I let out a big heave. The car pulled back and left the parking lot.

Now that this out of the way, if you have read any of this by now, consider yourself tagged. My sadistic side is going for widespread affliction for this meme. It was either that or no tagging at all. I hope you all have enjoyed my suffering.

I am the Complaints Department Manager and I don't ever approve of this behavior...or message.