I have really been trying to write updates on here, but Blogger seems to like to put it’s foot in my ass for some reason. Three times last week, I tried to post updates and this site would not let me. I was beginning to think that all of my trash talk had finally gotten me banned from the blog world.
Either way, they can’t hold a good man down. Thay can’t hold my trifing ass down either. I’m too strong, dammit.I’m the Eddie Kane Jr. of this shit. Can’t nobody blog, like Hustleman! Nights like this, I-I wish…that rain-drops would fa-a-a-a-aaaaaaaall!
Pardon my Five Heartbeats re-enactment there…but I felt like releasing some pent-up silliness since I was having trouble making entries last week. The first people I tried writing about were smokers. I am not a smoker, but I feel bad for them sometimes. That shit really is just as addictive as cocaine, maybe even more so. Anytime you can drive past an office building on a cold, rainy day and see grown ass corporate america motherfuckers outside smoking huddled together for warmth…That’s addiction, gotdammit. For real, when you’re 54 years old, and you’re sneaking in the work bathroom to smoke like your ass is still in high school, it might be time for some nicorette gum or those patches or something.
My dad is the real reason why I am not a fan of cigarettes. I used to ride places with him in his pickup truck, and he would smoke almost the entire trip wherever it was we were going. The cab in that truck looked like Cheech and Chong were driving that bitch. I could hardly breathe and never got used to riding in the smokemobile. The worst part is that he had the nerve to get mad if I would wind the window down for some fresh air. He’d say “What are you doing? It’s cold outside!” To which I would respond “Man, I can’t breathe! If you don’t let me wind this window down, I’m about to jump out of this truck and tuck and roll.”
So yeah, Dad is to blame. Then again, I guess it’s a good thing that I’m not one of those people standing outside in the rain and cold smoking on the side of my office building.
Did you play any April Fools pranks?
My mom does the same thing. To make matters even worse, I have asthma. Oh well, I’ll just let her spend that extra money on that inhaler that makes me feel soooo good.
yeah man, blogger’s been on that shit lately.
Why do smokers think it’s OK to litter? I had one at my smoke-free house. Nice of him to go to outside, but now I have to out ther and pick up his nasty-ass cig butts!
Yep, blogger has been a bit of a booger recently…
smokers…straight addicted yeah, cause it will kill you without discretion and all smokers know it.