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October 5, 2012

Friday, Fratboys, & Mitt Romney





So..... the door is open and I am about to JUMP. After more than 2 years with XYZ (we'll call my place of employ that for now) I have informed the service manager that I am getting ready to leave. Knowing that what I do takes a ton of time to learn I have given him as much information as I can as to when I will be leaving. The simple answer is as soon as someone puts an offer on paper that is better than what I have now, and that won't be hard.





The job has become consuming. What started as a 35-40 hour work week quickly morphed into 'enhanced-full time' (as my HR director affectionately summed it up), and it has stayed there without slowing down for 3 months now. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the overtime pay, but I hate the fact that I have not seen the outside of my house in the sunlight for more than a month. I haven't mowed my own lawn, or done ANY yard work for the simple fact that I leave before the sun comes up and return home as it is setting. I understand that sometimes work is work, and those are just the sacrifices we make, but I am done. I will have the opportunity to work like a dog when I get my Law Degree. Until then I need to live a little.

I know, I know, I know, I have not posted anything, not that there is anyone to read, But gimme a break. I clocked more than 65 hours this week. Finding time to pee is hard, let alone time to post. I do find it a relaxing start to the day, however, and will be more diligent in the future.

So with out further ado, here are the boys of Frat boy Friday!





Just a little political humor... Leave Big Bird Alone!


ccaption:

“Oh … hey, bro.  I was just—you know, it gets hot in these fucking dorms—oh, yeah, the window air conditioner—well … I guess I forgot about that.  But, dude, I was just, you know—just staying cool here as I did some—some research for my English Lit class on—on—on gay literature.  You know, like, from an academic perspective.”
Excuse me, may I use that charger??

Wonder what the belt buckle says....



ccaption:

A tap on his leg brought Garth out of a hazy sleep.  Sitting up slightly in the bean bag, he found Benny kneeling at his feet.
“Dude—?”
“Shhhh,” Benny whispered.  He glanced down at Garth’s shorts and nodded.
“What? Here?” Garth looked around, nervous.
“SH!” Benny crawled a little closer and glanced over his shoulder.  “Everyone’s either passed out or gone.”
“But someone could wake—”
“Dude.” Benny’s whisper was insistent, desperate. “Been almost two fucking weeks.”
Garth glanced around.  Sure enough, all their brothers in Gamma Phi were either passed out or gone … he looked down into Benny’s eager, but always a little tortured, eyes.
How could he say no?
Lost a bet...

ccaption:

Driving your buds up to your parents’ cabin: $75
Hauling out your parents’ boat and cruising the lake: $150 + one bottle of sunblock
Sipping a beer and looking at the three asses you’ve fucked in the last year: priceless.
Water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink....
ccaption:

Joe and Brayden stood stock-still, staring at their drunk bro hump a bathroom sink. 
“Oh yeahhhh, baaaaaaby,” Luke groaned.
The other two bros snickered, then guffawed, but Luke continued to hump the sink with abandon. “Ohh yeahhhhh that’s it BAAAbyyyyyy…….”
“Shit,” Joe blubbered through his laughter. “That is wasted.”  Brayden doubled over, laughing and holding his stomach.  But then it happened:
“OHhhhh….yeahhhh….ohhhhh, Brayden….FUCK!…..yesssss…..”
Joe and Brayden froze. “What he say?” Joe asked.
Brayden blushed.  “Who cares what a wasted dude says?”
“He say your name, dude?”
Suddenly Luke began humping the sink wildly.  “BRAYDEN! BRAYDEN! YES! GOD YES!”
Fierce red painting their faces, Joe and Brayden turned and left the bathroom.  And never mentioned it again.  To anyone.
Urinating, you're doing it right!


frat boys love baths
fuck-the-hook3r:

hell yeah, that other guys just sitting there not knowing how lucky he is haha
Scrub-a-dub-dub, two bros in a tub...

frat boys love cargo shorts
One of these is not like the others....

frat boys love show & tell
underneathmymattress:

Pretending to not actually check each other out.
No, mine is bigger...

frat boys love caps
tugonequick:

Cheeky jocks are so hot 
I need my hat back, please...







December 11, 2011

Meh.

So it is 2 days before I turn 28. I am not sure why this has bothered me SO FUCKING MUCH! I want to scream. Its like I am Turning 50 in my head, and I have to go pick out gravestones. I am RELATIVELY young. I have my HEALTH, and I have.... a family that I am fairly certain will not try and kill me in my sleep. There are cons, of course.  Sex life has not improved, and we are slowly closing in on 5 years together. He spends more time talking with other guys that he does me. We have nothing in common, (I hate Britney Spears, and he could not name 5 politicians if you put a gun to his head!)
My friend is in Prison, until 2016. I think the last time I was on here I mentioned that she was facing 20 years. She got 5. It really does suck because she is a great person, and I can think of 1 other people who deserve to be in her place, but aren't. Tiffanie is upset that I cant come up and see her, and it bothers me that I have to plan my life around everyone else. The airline tickets are like 60 bucks. But if I disapear, the world will come crashing down.  School will be out this week for the winter (READ:Christmas) break. I am looking forward to attempting some relaxation. I think my life would be better if I did not have to worry about my job every fucking day. It is REDICULOUS that I am threatened with unemployment all the time. Seriously, I keep winning sales person of the month every month, and I still am not doing well enough for them. They should rename the award to "least shittiest amongst the group".
I do like some of the people I work with, Ozzie. He makes the days go by. His daughter is really cute. It is neat to see someone be able to light up with happiness when they talk about someone they love. I don't have that.