Extra Bs are better than extra Os? 
I went to the copy shop today to try to get some work done but they’re closed for the next while. Boo.
Also, someone I follow on twitter is on his 7th day with no power. 
I feel so bad for him.
I wish I had something exciting to do this holiday season. Ah well, I have until January 6 to think of something I suppose. On January 7 I go back to work.
Extra Bs for Big Bad
No, the BB is for Black Belt, because **BBBobbio **is far too classy to wear a white patent leather belt with his tuxedo. 
Back from grocery-ing. I was going to get makings for lunches. I left the store $100 and change later, but there was good stuff on sale. Naturally, I forgot the dog food. :rolleyes: I’ll just stop on my way home from work on Monday.
And you know darned well I’ll extract every last bit of snark from that incident just because I can. 
Mawnin all and Happy Caturday
Last night was weird but good, I mixed Public Enemy. 40 something white guy can “Fight the Power” and be strong as “Black Steel”. Did you know “911 is a Joke”?
Back when the coffee kicks in.
Jim
Da cave is all defilthyfied and so are we. OYKW is on his way to the Pubic Sto’ to pick up the steamed shrimpies I ordered and to Pizza Hut to pick up the pizza I ordered for N.O.L. I order on line, then have my own personal errand boy go pick it up. What could be better!
We shall dine upon steak, shrimpies, boiled N.O.T. (I like to boil ‘em as oppose to bake ‘em) and cheesey bread this evenin’. We be livin’ large!
I killded the MMP! :eek:
Pizza is ingested. Nappy poo time bein’ considered. 'Tis drizzly and dreary out.
Happy Saturday!
or is it LokiDay?
It’s 51 degrees outside so I should be getting up and getting out but I feel like crap today. I don’t know if it’s all the new pills I’m taking, or because I’m not eating right, or stress or what but I just feel ick.
If I don’t eat I feel sick, if I do eat I feel sick and I’ve got a horrible rash on my face that has gone back into my hair and hurts.
I’ve been having lots of weird ass dreams as well, like I was going to a sex store to pick up a whip for somebody who was too embarrassed to go themselves. It cost $65, and was at the store on a certain local road in the same place with the pool tables. Another night I was trying to gather up my sisters ashes but somebody kept turning on a fan and blowing them all over the place. I had to keep dusting and sweeping them up and put them back into the urn. Every time I tried to give the urn to my mother she’d tell me she didn’t want it and for me to do something with it.
Some friends invited me out to dinner and I don’t know if I can make it. I really want to go but I don’t know if I’m up to it.
I don’t have any plans for NYE, but NYD a bunch of us are getting together at my friends house to do some kind of ceremony where we will fill out our wish list (as opposed to resolutions) for the coming year. Mostly we will eat and drink wine.
My life at the moment is too dull to report on. I’m working on crafts projects and such. Maybe I’ll put a CD on. Exciting stuff 
haha.
What a day! I asked a friend to come over and help me with my errands (friend henecforth known as M) which she did. When we went to the parking lot, we found my battery was dead. again. So we erranded in her car, came back, and called the auto club, who came and got the car started. She went down to the parking lot to talk to the guy and sign the paperwork, then drove the car around to charge the battery. Then just to see, once the car was parked, she tried to start it again. Nope. So M jumped it herself, and is now at the inspection station since my inspection expires in 3 days. What a wonderful friend. She wouldn’t let me pay for a tank of gas (her car was on E while we were erranding), she’ll only take whatever the inspection costs. I want to do more for her, but I don’t know what.
Am I the only one who upon seeing BBBobbio is hearing BBBoobio sung to the tune of Phil Collins’ Sussudio?
I sincerely hope I am not the only one.
Gem I learned last night via Chuck D
“The Military Industrial Complex is the same as The Prison Industrial Complex”. I may not entirely agree but I am very bothered by the privatization of Prisons as I see no reason that Justice and profit belong together.
I will not say anything else serious here today, I pinky swear.
Happy Caturday/Lokiday
Jim
Bake her a pie? Knit her a scarf? Send a hunky stripper to her house?? 
I’m sure you won’t be the only one now. 
All foldable laundry has been brought in and put away. I’ll bring the jeans and hanging shirts in within the hour. Then I’ll spend the evening sniffing the clean laundry - oh how I love the scent of line-dried fabrics!
[Beach Boys] Ba-ba-baaa - ba-BBBobbio, Ba-ba-baaa - ba-BBBobbio… [/Beach Boys]
And my work here is now done
Jim
I don’t bake (standing hurts too much), I’m lousy at needlecraft - I can only purl. My Fourth Doctor scarf was perfect as a result, but everything else looks inside out. The stripper is an option.
Given a choice between a pie, a scarf and a male stripper, I’d take the stripper.
Once I was working a party that had a male stripper and I got pulled from my table to come watch.
The stripper zeroed in on me and had me get up to dance with him. I’m a good sport and as we danced he put my hands around him so they were resting on his tushie. he got another woman up and had her dance behind him with her hands on his shoulders.
Then he spun around to face her.
She must of had more experience in such things because she lowered her hands to grab some tush. I didn’t raise my hands and kind of got a handful of something else,
much to my embarrassment. Everyone else thought it was quite funny.
So I am going to dinner. I have enough makeup on for 10 women and you can still see the bumps of the rash. I think getting out might be good for me though. I hope my tummy behaves.
Who is the FNG BBBobbio? 
Funny New Guy. A Military Term.
Poor Baby!