<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886</id><updated>2011-11-03T06:17:44.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naughty Spot</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't mind me I'm just rambling. HEY WHERE YOU THINK YOUR GOING?!? Come on back and have a read, ya might like it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-4408441961939292357</id><published>2010-03-25T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:44:41.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy.</title><content type='html'>Ok so I started class in February, and now several later I wonder if maybe I haven't bitten off more than I can chew for 10 months. I'm 100% enjoying every class night, I don't think I've ever been so challenged in a learning environment. For the first time in my life I'm working on something that interests me AND I don't really know anything about the subject. Yeah a lot of it is common sense but you have to actually break it down into common sense.  I actually have to study, for a standardized test, I think this is a first also. I've always been a standardized test taker. As long as I've looked at the materials I can pretty much pass. While I seem to be having an easier time than most people in the class it's still a challenge with every test. Did I mention we have anywhere from 1 to 2 tests a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the hardest part of all this so far are the hours. I've adjusted my work hours from 7 to 4. so I really kinda show up at 6:30 and leave at 3:45, and working 45 minutes away from the house now it's kinda rough. It's almost impossible to find time to work everything into the 3 days I don't have class, especially with a standing Sunday afternoon study group. It seems to be the hardest to get the small things done like getting my hair cut, mowing the lawn on Saturday, or really doing much of anything other than relaxing.  If it wasn't for my wife I think the house would fall down around our ears and the cat would revoke our sleeping privileges due to the lack of attention. 7 months and 2 days, and counting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-4408441961939292357?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4408441961939292357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=4408441961939292357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/4408441961939292357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/4408441961939292357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy.'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-6170071451480422563</id><published>2009-07-21T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:34:38.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist? Or Protection?</title><content type='html'>OK so I have a new rant, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bumpin&lt;/span&gt; along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interwebz&lt;/span&gt; this morning and I came across this &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jNR4dcq5sivgbez2rttRVWtTMXoAD99ISLC00"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;. As I read it I wondered at what point should the Po Po stop their questioning, and at what point do we start asking our selves why the man immediately jumped up and decided this was all happening because he was black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the police show up at my house and request to see ID after I had to basically break into my own how because the door was jammed I'm pretty sure the first thing I'm going to do is produce ID and ask what this is all about. I'm not going to give them my school ID, or my Social Security card. I'm going to give them my State Identification Card. WHY!?!?! you may ask why because it has my address, my name and all the pertain information they will need to verify that I am in fact not breaking and entertaining. That I am in fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mearly&lt;/span&gt; attempting to enter my home in a forceful manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to shake this up a bit. Imagine if Someone had been breaking and entering on this mans house. The cops arrive and the man refuses to speak with police, and they leave. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OHOOH&lt;/span&gt; they didn't do their job did they? Or suppose they continue to question the man that tells them this is just happening because he's black, so they leave. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; again they didn't do their job and properly protect this mans property. Now suppose, just supposed the man was a breaking and enter and he produced a School ID and they turned and left cause what criminal in their right mind would forge an ID card, such as a school ID to get away with something. They still didn't do their job. They would be criticized in any of these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead this man jumps up and makes him self a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nuisance&lt;/span&gt; because he's offended that they gave a crap to do their job and attempt to protect his property. Now I can't attest for the local Police Department  in that area, but I can tell you with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;outa&lt;/span&gt; doubt if I had proceeded to act in a manner such as this man I wouldn't expect anything other than to go to jail, and I'm pretty sure the judge would have a field day with my sentencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story? Don't be a jackass just because your black. You pay their salary, to do their job, to keep your property and person safe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Give'em&lt;/span&gt; a hand until they prove that they don't deserve it. Everybody deserves a chance to express their intentions. nothing in this mans statements has left me any doubt that these officers where doing anything but their job. If he had stated that he produced his State ID/Drivers License with this address on it I'd totally be on his side that they should have left immediately, and from what I read in the article they attempted to do just that, so he proceeded to follow them into a public area. There are defiantly other ways this could have been handled, but I don't blame the officers one bit from what the article says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-6170071451480422563?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6170071451480422563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=6170071451480422563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/6170071451480422563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/6170071451480422563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2009/07/racist-or-protection.html' title='Racist? Or Protection?'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-1331001481450261235</id><published>2008-11-06T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:41:06.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rightous, The Religous , and The Retarded</title><content type='html'>Yup new pres. coming soon, people are being told who they can and can't marry. Ahhh America....where your religion is still more important that some other persons rights. Hey watch out your kids might catch "The Gay", retard. Now I'm not gay, I like sticking my pecker in women(gotta dumb it down for some folks), but i still don't have the right to tell people who they can and can not marry. Marriage is no longer a religous rite, it's come to mean the joining of two people leagally.  By saying this I'm not saying that I have the right to tell Churches who they can and can't marry, by all means tell them you refuse to marry them, but don't attempt to influence the law because your comic book with no pictures says it's not right. Your imaginary friend should not have any bareing on my life. Much like all you little church goers would raise Holy Hell if some Homosexual told you that you had to go to a Mosque instead of your normal Church. You have basiclly done the same thing here. Why exactly do you think  you have this right to influence peoples lives just because your personal religion doesn' t agree with it? I seriously don't understand why this issue draws so much attention, grow up, let people run their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, a new President. Hey man good luck, do somthin with it. You've got the majority, don't let it slip by with out doing somthing good other wise you'll get thrown out for another 8 years. Some body's gotta do somthing with it, might as well be you. I think I've made my political standings pretty clear in the past. I don't care who you are or what your politics are I really don't care I have yet to see anything affect me from president to president, and I don't think it will be diffrent this time. I still pay taxes, and I'll never be rich but I will always have a job and a roof over my head. Thats America, and theres nothing wrong with working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-1331001481450261235?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1331001481450261235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=1331001481450261235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/1331001481450261235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/1331001481450261235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/rightous-religous-and-retarded.html' title='The Rightous, The Religous , and The Retarded'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-6287651128095462304</id><published>2008-10-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:02:06.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blow Me"</title><content type='html'>Yeah I couldn't help myself. It's still one of my favorite phrases. So I'm reading &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/2008/10/20/dancing-monkey"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dooce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today and she's going off about people calling her a murder for having an opinion about abortion. I haven't finished reading the comments as of yet, but I'm just curious why these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;folx&lt;/span&gt; believe they have an opinion in others lives. I'm pretty sure that my opinion of Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blow's&lt;/span&gt; life over there shouldn't matter to anybody but myself. I don't know maybe I sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hypocritical&lt;/span&gt; and self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt; when I say this but, "screw you. You can't, and shouldn't be able to tell anybody how they should run their life." not to mention the fact that most of theses people don't bother to look at the whole situation. It's this kind of narrow minded, short sited, blind, ignorant *look ma no cussing* people that take pot shots at doctors out side of abortion clinics.  I mean really I'm not for putting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;baby's&lt;/span&gt;' on spikes, but I do think people should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to stop pregnancy that is detrimental to the mothers health or unwanted by both parents. Lets face it there are more children not being adopted then there are being adopted. Sure they should have used birth control at least but some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;folx&lt;/span&gt; are stupid, and I would rather them not breed if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; going to take care of the child. Yes I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;callous&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm also realistic. People should have a choices in their life and they can't always have people there to tell them whats right and wrong because they don't know them selves it's a matter of opinion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nobodies&lt;/span&gt; opinion is law. I've learned that you have to hope that 90% of the population is going to do the right thing at the right time. You can't force it. Teach your children the best you can, hope they get the message your sending. Other than that I have one last thing to say to those of you who want to throw the word "murder" around so freely and loosely "blow me" until you can put your self in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; shoes shut the hell up, and mind your business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-6287651128095462304?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6287651128095462304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=6287651128095462304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/6287651128095462304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/6287651128095462304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/blow-me.html' title='&quot;Blow Me&quot;'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-6962646422476359345</id><published>2008-09-24T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:35:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off The Road Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt; I'm back finally, things have slowed down just enough for me to wonder what I should really be doing instead of this post. The past two weeks have been a whirl wind, I honestly haven't been able to keep up with the time, the date, or if I'm supposed to be asleep or awake. I can say, that I'm ready to have a weekend where I'm not interrupted with work, or not having to plan for a trip to where ever they need me to be on Monday.  You may have made out from that last sentence that I've been back in town less than a week and they already have another road trip set up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the sister trip to the 13 hour whirl wind trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Houma&lt;/span&gt; La. that I made the Monday before the Wed. that we left out for Dallas which started off pretty nice a nice evening dinner in Dallas. Flying out the next morning at 7:50am. Landing in Philly about 3.5 hours later. A decent evening dinner, sleep, site seeing for two days. Oh and one of my favorites we got to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.genosteaks.com/"&gt;Geno's&lt;/a&gt; and I swear it gets better every time. The site's where awesome too, The Mutter Museum, The Franklin Institute *Real Pirates Special Feature*, Eastern State Penitentiary. Not to mention all the driving around and just enjoying a different but the same culture. The people even in South Philly where enjoyable, not whats expected at all really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing we know our worst nightmare is coming true, the disaster is being declared for work back home and I'm whisked away for a 50 hour train ride to hell. I swear I've done some of this stuff 5 or 6 times and the time it's the most important is when it all goes to hell in a hand basket. No sleep, can't eat, conference calls that make you chew your nails, and a 6 hour phone call to Microsoft trying to fix things that don't appear to be broken but still don't work right. Then out of the blue, my nightmare ends with a report that the building back home has power and is in the process of being brought back into working order. One hour later they cut me off like step child in the will, and everything I've worked so hard for is for naught, and our plane ride is scheduled for 8:30am the day after we get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we are back in Texas things seem to start settling down. People actually put some good thought in to a DR Plan *how novel* and people seem to be genuinely serious about it. I'm almost to the point of being back where I was when I left working on my major projects, enjoying my Harley, and my new TV.  The first chance we got we hooked up with &lt;a href="http://paulhahs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sleuth&lt;/a&gt;, unfortunately his wife had to run to work but I managed to tare through a few beers and some burgers while enjoying my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note - when you don't stop working for more than 2 days, you don't get to shower or change cloths....use nose plugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-6962646422476359345?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6962646422476359345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=6962646422476359345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/6962646422476359345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/6962646422476359345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/09/off-road-again.html' title='Off The Road Again'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-8441256503807289262</id><published>2008-07-31T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:04:54.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knights that say "Wii"</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I made a horrible realization today at work. "You know your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "THAT OLD"&lt;/span&gt; when you feel like your threw your shoulder out playing Wii boxing the night before." It's sad because it came out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that UPS has a camera in my bathroom. From 11am until 2:30pm I was working like a little soldier ant at the house. Taking half a day from sitting at the office working so I could be there when UPS drops off my Wii that Game Stop shipped out 2 days early. "rock on" I think to myself. I'll get to set it up and play a bit all by my lonesome, men need this. Doesn't mean we dont' want you around but there is somthing spiritual about being the first one to touch electronics alone. It's kinda like a new sports car, you have to find out how fast it goes all by your lonesome, no matter how funny it is to see the other persons face once you hit Mach 4. That whole rock on thing...not sure where I picked that back up from but it's been coming out of my mouth alot lately...maybe it's from Guitar Hero...eh who cares. Anyways I got to jack around with the Wii sports getting the console all set up, next thing I know 10:30 rolls around and we are heading to bed. Which I think should have been the first sign of old age....and the fact that it's 2pm and I'm bout to nod off here at work. Next we spend the fortune for all the accessories, I think we are half way through this little jaunt to keep Game Stop, Walmart, and Toys R Us in business. I can only hope you have the ablity to use the Wii mote as a light saber in Force Unleashed....I must wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has to be the geekiest post I've ever made......in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-8441256503807289262?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8441256503807289262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=8441256503807289262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/8441256503807289262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/8441256503807289262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/knights-that-say-wii.html' title='The Knights that say &quot;Wii&quot;'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-626661578243886117</id><published>2008-07-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:26:42.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Media Sux</title><content type='html'>Ok so I've almost crossed the entire state of Texas in one day. I think I missed it by like 200 miles, not to mention the 900 miles through New Mexico on the back of a motorcycle. Yep vacations rock. There is no doubt that I needed that time away from work, in fact I've been a tad grouchy since I've gotten back. I think it'll pass in time, was well as the skin still peeling from my nose. I think it's rather funny the part of my exposed skin that I put sun screen on got burnt and is still peeling, my arms...well they are just as golden brown as could be. I think I'll skip the sunscreen next time... Anyway I'm all back and refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately the Media's been in a frenzy about the latest Hurricane, excuse the L337 speak for asec but this is my reaction "OMFG you R-Tard's!" Really, REALLY!?!?!? it's a Catagory 1 hurricane. Yes, I realize Hurricane's are bad for the coast.  Yes, I realize people along the coast should probrably board up thier houses and leave for a couple days. This does not mean you should be telling people in North Houston to "CHECK YOUR DAMN EVACUATION ROUTE EVERY 20 MINTUES!" I've really needed to get this off my chest for the past couple days. They evern showed the Galvestion Beaches, and all I have to say is, it's no wonder we have so many people with anxiaty issues. They probrably watch the news. The new people are the ones that tell you "watch for flying debri if your caught in a hurricane" no really don't watch for it RUN run for f'n cover don't look back don't stop to say "hey that 2x4 could fly up and hit me I think I'll zag or zig", no get your silly ass inside somthing sturdy. It's really not as difficult as most make it, let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step A: Your in a dangerous spot, and you have identified this.&lt;br /&gt;Step B: Identify a safe spot.&lt;br /&gt;Step C: Go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it really is that simple. Trust me, someday you'll have to stop over thinking everything and act. I know, I know it's not that simple and I really don't understand. Whatever you say. Believe it or not, I do understand. I refuse to let somone else convince me that I should be afraid. Which seems like all the media does, spread fear that is. Sure there's useful stuff in the news, they just make it so dang hard to find it. They are too busy telling you that eggs are bad for you again or that bacon is the devil. mmmm bacon devil...it's a yummy devil though. Message of the day: Media-bad, Common Sense-good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CjjC7B6v8Y"&gt;Just a little tid bit for your enjoyment.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-626661578243886117?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/626661578243886117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=626661578243886117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/626661578243886117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/626661578243886117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/media-sux.html' title='The Media Sux'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-4586213032572664648</id><published>2008-07-01T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:25:32.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Wolf</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been watching the new the past few mornings...I know I shouldn't do this with out parental supervision but I have to have something to entertain me while I'm drinking my coffee. Anyway, they bring up this story about a guy who shot and killed two people of color.  I know what your thinking what a horrible man. I failed to mention, and everybody is failing to realize. These two men where robbing his neighbors house. In my opinion once you start the act of breaking and entering you sign a waiver that means if I should die due to the fact that I'm committing this act it's my own damn fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Apperntly some people are saying the judicial system's process is weighed aginst minorities. Please, inform me. Show me where this same incident occured or somthing close to it occured and a minority was put in jail. I personally think this is just another excuse for them to cry racisim. I also believe the fact that this man was even brought to court infront of a Grand Jury is proof that no racism has taken place.  I might be able to see racism if the man had never gone to trial, or even if a single person *a judge* had dismissed it, I'm sorry though you can't convince me that there is some big ass conspiriacy to keep the Minority down. I refuse to believe that, as long as Affermitive action is still in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last but not least, I only hope my neighbors have the courage to protect their own property much less mine. I hope I'm brave enough to stop two people from robbing my neighborhood blind if I'm unfortunate enough to catch them. It's everybody's job to watch out for your  neighborhood not just the authroites, there arn't enough of them to do it for you folx. I'm not saying to go out and shoot anybody who's skulking around the neighborhood. But nobody moves their TV through a window. We all need a little common sense,  matched with the ability to watch your neighbors back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-4586213032572664648?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4586213032572664648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=4586213032572664648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/4586213032572664648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/4586213032572664648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/cry-wolf.html' title='Cry Wolf'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-7370639711882201430</id><published>2008-06-25T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:23:08.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desk Mess Part Deu</title><content type='html'>SOMEONE STOLE MY DAMN SNICKERS! That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-7370639711882201430?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7370639711882201430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=7370639711882201430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/7370639711882201430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/7370639711882201430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/06/desk-mess-part-deu.html' title='Desk Mess Part Deu'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-1553153894108315998</id><published>2008-06-23T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:56:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an Age</title><content type='html'>Ok yet again I've been made to feel old by my co workers. Really I'm note even over the age of being trusted. Though YET AGAIN I've said "So Blah Blah Blah died" or "made a new album" or "got arrested again". The response I get is "Who!?!?!" and of course I just sigh, "never mind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with kids today they don't watch George Carlin?!?!? Who is their great comedian? Sure as hell isn't Jim Carry. Mildly entertaining actor? Maybe. But he's not a Comedian.  Comedy has always held a special place in my heart. Especially stand up. We have the greats; Robin Williams, Eddi izzard, Eddie Murphy, Bill Cosby, Richard Pryor Sam Kinnison. For me George Carlin falls right in with all of them. or should I say Fell... I mean really there is no up and comming Comic's making a big splash right now, no house hold name. Who's gonna make fun of the politicians and the masses? Ok you have people like Lewis Black, sure he's funny, but he does not fill the Shoes of the others I've listed. We have 3 outa the 5 I've listed still alive and only one of these still even does stand up. Please feel free to correct me if you like. *flips the switch on the comments* HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to say is Kids today just need to pull their damn pants up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-1553153894108315998?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1553153894108315998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=1553153894108315998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/1553153894108315998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/1553153894108315998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-age.html' title='End of an Age'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-8456831900357079519</id><published>2008-06-16T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:28:51.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desk Mess</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm in the process of cleaning off my desk, and I don't mean getting any real work done. I mean straightening the piles of paper that sit all over my desk so that everything looks like it is in order. which I think we all know is a far cry from actually being in order. It's amazing how many empty boxes seem to appear behind my desk though...of course not nearly as many as the junk boxes who have misc. bullshit tossed into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I pretty much have to go through this ritual about once or twice a month. I spend almost a whole day just going through crap thats been sitting around accumulating dust 9 times out of 10 it goes into the garbage. But that 1 out of 10 that doesn't well thats the one that usually gets me into tons of trouble cause it was supposed to be done about a week ago. this time I haven't found that...and it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This cleaning appears to be going faster than normal, it's almost lunch time and I'm pretty much done. Maybe I'm getting a little more used to the clutter....na I'll just go with the fact that I don't clutter my area up as much as I used too....lie'n to myself always feels better than the truth....and there's nobody to call "LIES" when I'm doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that my desk is all clean and free of paper work for about another 5 to 10 minutes I found this snickers bar thats been sitting here for almost a week. It's extremely hard not to eat it. I love snickers....cause they really do satisfy. I think I'll just convince myself that Snickers don't go well with coffee and move on. Moving on.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-8456831900357079519?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8456831900357079519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=8456831900357079519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/8456831900357079519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/8456831900357079519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/06/desk-mess.html' title='Desk Mess'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-4885359835414204892</id><published>2008-06-11T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:31:51.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock on!</title><content type='html'>Yeah you read it, it says ROCK ON! what it should have read was "Rock on!*" and the "*" reads: In the privacy of your own living room, where nobody else can see how hard you actualy have to concentrate, and how goofy you look when for a couple minutes you get on a 50+ note streak and your bobbin around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you hadn't guessed I got &lt;a href="http://www.guitarhero.com/us/"&gt;Guitar Hero 3&lt;/a&gt; for my birthday. I didn't play the first two but I have to say playing some of the classics like Slow Ride by Foghat, Bulls On Parade by Rage Against the Machine, and many many others just gives me an excited shiver, and an ache in my right hand from trying to fret Yellow then, green twice then Red, and back for a quick Yellow double tap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I never really pictured myself as a huge fan of these, but i always wanted to give it a try. After a 2 hour session Last night, and about 15 minutes this morning before work. I have to say, I'm a fan. I'm pretty sure I'll be spending this evening trying to get through Pearl Jams' Evenflow encore it got extreamly difficult for me last night once I started getting tired. All in all it appears to be a good pick...I might even go see if I can find 1 and 2 used at game stop later this month. I've also gotta hook up the old surround sound in the living room tonight so I can really jam while E's out of the house, just me, the cat, and a my little plastic guitar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-4885359835414204892?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4885359835414204892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=4885359835414204892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/4885359835414204892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/4885359835414204892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/06/rock-on.html' title='Rock on!'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-1149441366242691763</id><published>2008-06-09T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:02:53.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Where to start, where to start?? It's been what over a year now? Hummm, ok I think I know! I have a special woman in my life now (*wave* Hi E!).  It's been really good for me, come’n up on a full year together next month. Moved in to a new rent house, paid off a lot of bills....sold my motorcycle, and bought a new one. Totaled out my New truck using the front part of a moving Semi, got a new one of those. Haven't had a smoke in about 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s the cursory glance and the past year and then some. Some things have changed over the past year or so, I'm still the cynical butt head I've always been. But I've made some realizations. It's nice to have someone to hold onto that you actually care about, and That man who raised me isn't going to blink out. Now let me explain that last half there. My father has always been there when I needed him in my adult life. He wasn't always there while I was a child, he worked a lot, and made some other mistakes. We all make mistakes he's made the effort, and for me at least it's been enough. I respect the hell out of the man, and over the past couple weeks I've had to watch him be pretty much helpless and aware of his helplessness. Before two weeks ago I couldn't imagine him being sick and crippled with age. Lucky for us he only had a very minor stroke, has recovered him mobility and with time and a little Physical Therapy he should recover fully. So I hope you understand that when I say "blink out" I mean I've known he's going to die and wont' be there but I never imagined him ending up like my Mother or my Grandfathers, Sick and in bed. Even though I know the men in our family usually have strokes until they are bedridden then have a massive heart attack to finish it off. I just have a hard time with this since he's one of the strongest people I've known. Always capable of handling any situation. Taking bits and pieces of him and my brother has created a role model which I can only hope to amount to half of. Between work ethic, a just get it done attitude, the ability to calmly work any situation quickly with a reasonable solution, a sense of personal responsibility.  Just to name a few. All in all it's just hard to watch a man who's done it his way and for the most part himself unable to even get out of a chair or walk across a room with out almost falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note E's been there to help me through it. Now for the most part I'm a deal with it in my head and sort it out myself kinda person. But when I've needed to talk to someone at 11 O'clock at night while I swig down a few beers and maybe a scotch or two, she's been there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if your curious I'm out'a quirky little funny crap to say and the beginning and end, for the moment at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-1149441366242691763?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1149441366242691763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=1149441366242691763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/1149441366242691763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/1149441366242691763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-117313214738507806</id><published>2007-03-05T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:07:52.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Quo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, so it's been a while. Time to get reacquainted. "Blog, I'm A-Naughty-Mouse." "Nice to meet you, now I'm going to put nasty little tid bits allllll over you." Sounds like a good relationship to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss me?!?!? Yeah I didn't think so. Well on a good note in the past three months that I haven't shown hide nor hair, I haven't lost my job. I've managed to keep all my bills paid. Yay me! The world keeps turning, and I wake up every day and trudge off to my little piece of heaven. Yeah I know that sarcasm needle is way out on the pointy end today. Well nothings really changed for me, I have the same crappy attitude *which I like so leave it alone*, there's no special woman in my life. All these things are good, because every female I know that has been with anybody for longer than like 6 months has turned up prego in the past 9 months. 2 of them have popped the little poop machines out, 1 is getting really close. Must be something in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting here on vacation, a very much needed vacation. I'm so relaxed and I haven't even gotten to the best part as of yet, tomorrow morning I'm going on a motor cycle ride. We'll be leavening out of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;El  Paso&lt;/st1:City&gt;, and going to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Carlsbad&lt;/st1:City&gt;  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New Mexico&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to see the caverns there which I'm pretty stoked about I love that sort of thing. Roaming around deep under ground with tons and tons of earth above my head, where one slight shift in the earth above could cause it all to come troubling down on my head with no hope for escape. Something about being that close to a hopeless situation gives me a thrill. You know kinda like discount bungee jumping. From &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Carlsbad&lt;/st1:City&gt; we head on to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Roswell&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, ohhhh aliens and crap. I'm not much of an alien hunter but I figure you know your gonna be in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Mexico&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; you might as well see all the hot spots, ya know. Then on through the mountains to Ruidoso, on through to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;El Paso&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; so I can pack everything and head back onto the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda planning on a bit of a different trip but the weather kinda messed that up and kept me from going out and camping a bit, which I'll miss but not too much the two day road trip on the bikes is what I'm really looking forward to. That, and the long road trips to and from in the truck a nice bit of solitude time to think, crank the radio high and just go. I have to admit there is something soothing about the desert landscape. I never thought something so dead and desolate could be so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying with some really good friends of mine now since I left, I had only really planned on staying here a couple days but some weather pushed through and put that off. Riding in the cold and rain IS NOT fun. So I've stuck around most of my vacation which isn't a bad thing. Their kids have been out of town for spring break. Funny enough they are in my area of town while I'm in there’s kinda of a silly thing, we'll probably pass each other on the way back home. I do kind of miss seeing them, but I think I'm going to plan to come back during summer, and maybe see a state park or two. Good people, it nice to see a family of good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note, the movie 300 well worth the 7 bux to see it in the theaters. Awesome fight scenes, pretty decent story line. It's going on my must own list just for the cinematography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come when I get back home, I think I mentioned it earlier in the post, but I've been working on this for about 3 days spread over about 8 days, I'm going to make an honest effort to start getting a post out once a week hopefully on Thursdays, earlier if I can manage it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-117313214738507806?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/117313214738507806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=117313214738507806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/117313214738507806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/117313214738507806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2007/03/status-quo.html' title='Status Quo'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-116733490115781145</id><published>2006-12-28T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:23:26.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEER THURDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well the holidays are almost over, we are coming up to my preferred holiday, NEW YEARS! Time for everything to start over, new stance on life an all. Ok so I've never done this and everything always seems to turn out the same bit it's nice to convince myself it's possible. So I'm doin something I haven't ever done for new years. I'll be spending the time with my Father, Step Mother, and a female friend who has graciously agreed to help me look better for this occasion. Normally I prefer to spend my holidays alone, but I think this will actually turn out to be a good time. I have defiantly been wrong about that before but hell why not give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month has been extremely busy, between holiday parties, work and good healthy dose of reality every time wake up. I've never been one to live in a dream world but I swear the year was probably one of the hardest I can remember dealing with. I've actually managed to go out a bit and have a little bit of a life. I've never been one to have people call me up wanting me around, though this year a lot of that changed. Don't get me wrong, for a few years now My friends Kat and Paul have been there for me wanting me around. Bianca and her Husband have requested my presence several times *the pitaful friend I am I keep letting things get in the way of this*. Outside of my old friends that I really trust, I've picked up a few acquaintances that have made it apparent that my presence is desirable. Who knows maybe they are chippin away at that wall of anti-social.....OOOOO maybe one day I'll be able to walk up and talk to a perfect stranger at a bar of the opposite sex with out breaking out in hives and a cold sweat! Back on topic, I just have to say it's made a lot of this year that much easier to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to this next year, it's time to buckle down with the finances. I'm going to see if I can manage to get someone to take this DISCOVER brand off my left butt cheek this year, I've been widdling it down now for almost 4 years I'll be getting it well under 10k right after I get my tax return this year.  Also it's time to start figuring out how I'm going to live on my own next year. Yet again something that excites and terrifies me. Technically, yeah I live on my own. I pay my parents rent for the house I'm living now, but it's different I know if I'm behind for a month I can talk to them, and pay it next month. Right now is the most alone I've every been in my short little insignificant life, that’s the healthy dose of reality that I'm experiencing every day. Since I moved out at 18 I was either with my now xwife, roommates, or a girlfriend *gasp*. I have one more year of living where I'm at then it's time to finish that growing up process find my own cheap little apartment, and be a responsible adult. This thought gives me issues, like I said I've never been as lonely has I have been recently, I can only see it getting worse in a year or so. I can't stand to have roommates any more though. I thought about the possibility of a girlfriend, but well that’s something I don't have any control over. Plus I think it's time for me to buck up, push on, and deal with being alone for once. I've always dreamt of being alone, I've thought of the pros and cons of this. I'm not sure why, it's not like I have any choice in the matter. Right now the most important thing in my life is right here, and I'm not going anywhere. Yeah that would be my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care about the money to tell you the truth; I only need enough to get by comfortably. I do on the other hand want something that I can look back at and be proud of. I have no desire for a family as of now *I'm always told that could change*. So really what’s left, seeing as how there is no way in hell I'm getting humanitarian of the year. I'm pretty sure there are a couple posts here that would pretty much nix that nomination. Unless of course they give me one, for finding a way to launch all the stupid people into space...with an unknown destination. Oh shit I better watch out it sounds like I set a life's goal or something. I might actually have a little direction in my life other than to wake up breathing the next day. I'm signing off for the rest of the year and I'll leave you with these parting words of wisdom for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why the hell didn't anybody tell me I had R-E-K-C-U-S on my forehead? And what the hell is REKCUS?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write it on your forehead and get a mirror, I'm sure you'll figure it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-116733490115781145?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116733490115781145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=116733490115781145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116733490115781145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116733490115781145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/beer-thurdy.html' title='BEER THURDY!'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-116596392400583338</id><published>2006-12-12T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:20:25.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Calling, Don't Answer.</title><content type='html'>Today's Topic, "Tastes Like Ass." How often do you really taste ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok so I'm feeling a tad sick and morbid again, flippin through Wired News and I came across &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/biotech/2006/12/families_agains.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Bout some folx who want to end the effects of ageing. I'm no green peace, tree humper....I promise the splinters really get to me. On the other hand I do believe there is a natural order to things. Birth, taxes, death, and pretty much in that order. Have you ever noticed that the more advanced science gets the nastier the diseases that pop up? Don't get me wrong I'm not saying don't advance medicine. What I am saying is there truly is a point where you need to keel over and die, partly cause your an asshole, the other part OVER POPULATION! I don’t care if we start going to other planets we are going to over populate at some point. This is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok picture this we make a trip to Mars, and damn it just won't work out.  Well shit, we already figured out how to keep people from dieing. Oh shit, they won't stop screwing......EVER. What exactly do we do with all the people? I haven't a clue there is only so much surface area per planet, even if you build cities under the now toxic oceans because there isn't any place to put the waste. I personally am a firm believer in two things; Stupidity and Disease are two of the best population controls around. Now I don't think nature is some spirit or any crapola like that, I think it's an order in how things work. Not real sure where taxes fit into that but they do some where I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure it would be nice to live forever and all but really? Do people think about stuff like this before they start investing a crap load of money into it? Feasibility, shouldn’t that be something we think about before doing research. I think what I’m trying to get at here is the fact that even extending a life 15 to 20 years can have serious long term effects on the ecology of the world. Believe it or not there is a reason we all die, I’m not 100% sure of what that is really but it’s there. Right on the tip if my brain in fact. I’m sure if I thought long and hard on it for a really long time I could come up with a really simple answer to that. But most of the time I have better things to do like pay a bill or two. Your smart enough to come up with the answer, think about the question please. I know I’ve been rather harsh in my views for a long time BUT I think I’m being reasonable on this one. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I personally don’t like the idea of being told when can reproduce, don’t care much for the idea of losing loved ones either but at the moment it’s a fact of life. I don’t care much for paying bills, and having to spend a rather large portion of my time at work. I still do it. Yeah, yeah I know I’m comparing every day life to dieing. Can’t help it it’s what I know. I don’t believe in suffering, end it, that’s fine with me. But again think about the question before you answer it. A little cause and effect isn’t a bad thing either. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know this post wasn’t very coherent even for me. It turned into a bit more of a babble than I had intended so I pretty much cut it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s Topic “Spankavision, wave of the future.” Bum ba bum bum.&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-116596392400583338?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116596392400583338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=116596392400583338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116596392400583338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116596392400583338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/nature-calling-dont-answer.html' title='Nature Calling, Don&apos;t Answer.'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-116553221730877663</id><published>2006-12-07T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:56:58.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowest Common Denominator</title><content type='html'>Today's topic "The Positive Effects of Piss Soaked Diapers."  A raging case of diaper rash for that whinny brat in the super market?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had something good going, and some whiner steps up and ruins it for everybody? Yeah I was reading &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/tableofmalcontents/2006/12/a_brief_history.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, and it hit me. EVERYTHING works to the lowest common denominator. I mean really, I understand the fact that something maybe good for you but it is possibly not so good for someone else. I get it, really I do. Why must the person that it's not that great for bitch so loud that it ruins it for everybody else? If they can't avoid it, I MIGHT understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently someone informed the folx that they had the right to ruin it for everybody else. I don't really have anything specific that I'm trying to point out that article just reminded me of this fact. Also please don't get what I'm talking about confused with slavery and and all that fun stuff, I could twist this into a racial thing if I wanted but I won't (yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about little things, time off from work for example. Lets say your company has a really lax policy on time off. They understand stuff happens, as long as you get your work done in a reasonable amount of time you can take off to take care of your personal business. Of course Richard Wad over there decides he's going to leave at noon for a week so he can sit on his couch a drink beer the rest of the day. While on the other hand your taking off at noon for the next three days so you can go drain your sick grandmothers catheter. Well guess what? When your boss finds out what Richard Wad is doing your gonna get screwed too. All because Dick Wad, scuse me I'm sorry I mean Richard Wad is going to say "But, you let so and so leave at noon 3 days a week why can't I?" your boss when then have to avoid being sued by cutting this treatment out for both of you. Even if your working till midnight every night to make up the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think this is taking advantage of those of us who try to do the right thing. Much like givens a speech, you have to target your speech to the most ignorant of the crowd. Don't get me wrong Ignorance is not a bad thing unless you don't want to fix it. Then it's stupidity, which in turn is bad, real bad. In fact I'd go as far to say they need to be removed from society instead of pampered. I'm all for helping the poor, and those less fortunate than myself. Of course I'm the type of person I'm pretty much happy when I'm fixing someone else's problems, not that I don't fix my own I'm not not happy when I'm doing that. My friend...we'll call her Bianca, cause that's her name (I don't change the names to protect the innocent. In my book no good deed goes unpunished! muhahahah), tells me this means I'm co-dependent. I'm pretty sure the gist of this is that I'm unable to be happy on my own accord, or at least that's how I interpret it, I'll look it up later to be sure cause I'm *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IGNORANT*. &lt;/span&gt;Anyway I'm not really sure what's wrong with my condition personally, two birds with one stone the way I look at it. So and so get something fixed, they are happy. I'm happy cause so and so's happy that I fixed what needed to be fixed. So could I be wrong? I think the equation goes, Fixed broken stuff+Happy Person=Happy Meal...I mean me happy me. I'm sure she'll tell me I'm wrong she has that right, she listens to my insistent batching and moaning on a regular basis *Thanks B!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the point, Why do people feel they have the right to request things be removed changed or taken advantage of for their own personal happiness? I don't like Medicare hell I even pay for that, but I'm pretty sure I've never felt the need to write someone a letter telling them what bullshit it is, not only cause they wouldn't listen. There are also good people out there trying not to take advanced of the system, who still need things like this.  Sure there are more abusing it than really using it. That's not going to stop folx, be realistic. Don't punish the ones who really need suffer because of the bad ones, I don't like it when it happens to me, so I can't even imagine what would happen to someone who actually HAS to rely on something like this. Oh and Richard, next time you take a half day just go sit on your couch and drink beer that you didn't earn and isn't a sick day, I'm seriously thinking about taking half day off and whipping your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's topic "1000 and 1 Ways To Make A Midget Shorter" Must see to believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-116553221730877663?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116553221730877663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=116553221730877663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116553221730877663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116553221730877663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/lowest-common-denominator.html' title='Lowest Common Denominator'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-116482341993446731</id><published>2006-11-29T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:01:47.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK.....please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today's topic "The North American Flute Nosed Pond Sniffer." Yeah I was reachin....I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was flippin through the new articles today, and came across this little jewel "&lt;a href="http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&amp;storyid=2006-11-29T144949Z_01_L28244012_RTRUKOC_0_US-ASIAN-CHESS-DOPING.xml&amp;amp;src=rss"&gt;Chess, Really?&lt;/a&gt;" Much like the article says how in the world do you dope up for chess? My real complaint for this though is IT'S NOT A SPORT, screw you clown! Chess is a game, checkers is a game, connect 4 is a freakin game. American Football - Sport, Baseball - Sport, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rugby&lt;/st1:place&gt; - Sport, even Tennis is a sport as much as I hate to admit it. There are a lot of other sports out there I'm just getting my train of thought down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is my distinguishing factor for a Game and a Sport? Well a game you can play and have no chance of hurting your self. You know "Board....GAMES!" Ping Pong is still a toss up I can see twisting your knee or getting a nasty bruise from the edge of the table, hyper extending your wrist maybe? A sport you have a very real chance of being physically hurt. If you have been physically hurt playing chess please let me know I wanna hear this so I can laugh, in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least Olympics? I say a gain SCREW YOU CLOWN! I know it's call the Olympic games, but it's always been full of sports, Boxing, Track and Field, ice skating...you know things that are physically competitive. Though with that said I go back to my previous statement in the second sentence about Stock Car Racing being in the Olympics. It's wrong, get over your self and stop making noise just because you can. That is all, end of rant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Topic "How Much Can a 5 to 10 Pound Diaper Really Hold?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-116482341993446731?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116482341993446731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=116482341993446731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116482341993446731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116482341993446731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/checkplease.html' title='CHECK.....please!'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-116466114072122030</id><published>2006-11-27T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:28:16.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingle Ells Ingle Ells</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today's topic "Ranting and Ravings of a Sane Person." Pretty damn boring if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally this posted started as an "I hate the holidays." bitch fest. Ehh...nobody wants to hear that shit from me...hell nobody wants to hear any shit from me, I know I wouldn't. Anyway actually what I'm getting off my chest today is a bit of the same old shit I guess. Have you ever noticed how easy it is for technology to take the human element out of every thing? I'm talking about everything from conversations to dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally hate talking on the phone, there are times when my sibling and I will be on the phone for one reason or another and there are 20 minutes of silence, this is either his fault or my fault. We want to talk but umm really there isn't much to talk about at the time, we can sit in a bar and B.S. all night over a few beers, maybe a rum and coke or two. I avoid talking on the phone with other people by using text messaging; it's the debbil folx pure 100% evil. I say this because you can't really tell what the person on the other side is feeling I have a habit of texting with the opposite sex rather than talking on the phone unless it's a quick, "Which bar are we meeting at" or "Which Restaurant would you like to eat at, cause I don't care." If it's not texting it's prolly an email or two through out the day maybe a few more. I think what I'm getting at here is I can't tell over email or through text messaging if someone really wants to put up with me. I know what your thinking, "With a sparkling fucking personality like yours how could you go wrong?" I've noticed people think they are being nicer when they keep talking to you when they don't really want anything to deal with you. I'm pretty blunt so this confuses the HELL out of me. I get pretty irritated, when I find out someone doesn't want anything to do with me but couldn't manage to get the balls up to say "Hey, I don't even really wanna be someone who goes out and has beers with you, so stop calling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really folx which is worse, one quick "Stop calling &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;me.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;" with a hang up the phone and it's over. or hell stop responding and stop answering the phone if that person calls. If you have a real issue with the word "NO" or if you really have a issue with it try it in two parts *some times breaking things down helps "NNNNNNNNN OOOOOOOOOO". I personally don't recover real well from the stop answering method, almost as well in fact as the "Your too nice of a guy". This leads me into my theory, if I start dating someone, walk out of the room then unexpectedly walk back in the room punch them in the eye, then walk away while explaining that I didn't want them to think I was "too nice of a guy" would that go over real well? I think what I'm trying to say is. Grow some nuts, or some ovaries which ever. I mean really, you don't have to say "Go away." but a "it's not that sort of thing lets go have a beer" should work too...just ignore the "Puppy you just beat for peeing on the rug, but want to cuddle with now look" for the first few drinks. But really normally after that’s all said and done if he's not stalker, I think he'll chill. In fact you will probably have to initiate conversations after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched so many female friends, yeah I have female friends, and they even talk to me on occasion, I know will wonders never cease. But I can't count how many times they get a text or a phone call that they ignore, "This guy never stops." or I really love the ones that say "This guy is starting to creep me out!" while they are replying to his text. I get the never ending giggles every time I think about those. Sad thing is it's not just one of you, it seems to be about 90% of the women out there. I do have one or two friends who don't pull this course they are actually happily married....right I better get off that subject before I make a correlation that will get me in serious trouble *I'm pretty sure everybody can figure that one out with out me spelling it out ;)*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the case at hand does this give some of you some sort of sick jolly to know you can lead someone around by their nose and appear to everybody else that you don't want anything to do with this person? I realize I sound pretty bitter, truly I am....but only a little. It really bothers me more to watch it happen to someone else, cause they have no idea they have this side hanging around their neck that if they looked down it would say "loof" or mine says "rekcus a &amp;amp; loof" I make myself feel better by telling myself as long as I know I'm this way it isn't as bad.....it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily this hasn't been inspired by anything recent. I've wanted to make this post for a while just never got the energy up to do it. Hind sight being what it is, I probably should have bitched about the holidays, less trouble that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's topic "Egg nogg, Who the Hell Came Up With NOGG?!?!" What is Nogg? anybody anybody...time to go Google it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt class="quote"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33533.html"&gt;She is the least benightedly unintelligent organic lifeform it has ever been my distinct lack of pleasure not to have been able to avoid meeting.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Douglas_Adams/"&gt;Douglas Adams&lt;/a&gt; (1952 - 2001)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-116466114072122030?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116466114072122030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=116466114072122030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116466114072122030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116466114072122030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/ingle-ells-ingle-ells.html' title='Ingle Ells Ingle Ells'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-116309598852396910</id><published>2006-11-09T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:23:08.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;humm what would I like? So many choices so little time to try them all. Ever thought to your self that picky people are difficult, both with food and well everything..."ppsssst, cause their picky" Well at least they know what they want. I myself am not a picky person when it comes to allot of things, Opinionated, yes picky, no. I order my steak medium because I don't care if it comes out under done or over done, hell right in the middle is fine too just bring me cooked meat! Hell I eat sushi it doesn't even have to be cooked. I have no idea where any of that came from, disregard. Today’s Topic “Sex Chop Shops and The Plastic Surgeons That Run Them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm bumpin along this morning reading a little here and a little there. I came across &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/news/columns/0,72082-0.html?tw=wn_story_page_prev2"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; The column seemed to stray off from the topic a couple times, I think it ended up with like comic books or something. Anyway I'm talking about the first part of this column, where someone gives a homeless person a buck. This sparks the debate of should or shouldn't you give them money? I've heard the arguments on both sides. I'm not sure which is the best. I mean I can totally understand the pressures of today making you want to just shut down. But I can also understand not being an enabler. I've never been called the sensitive type, "Yeah boo fucking hoo you have a problem." Unfortunately like I said I understand the pressures of today making you just want to throw up your hands and quit. So that tends to make it hard for me to just turn a blind eye. I still don't give them money mind you I don't think anybody deserve something they didn't work for. The obvious exception to this rule is a child, I've found I've either become softer, or more patient towards children over the past couple years. Don't get me wrong I still don't want any of the little rug rats of my own. But I can deal with one for more than an hour or two now days with out yanking my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the subject at hand, what’s the most humane way of handling this. I haven't a freakin clue I can tell you the pros and cons of each I can tell you the effect of each but I can't even tell you in my mind which is the right course of action. Normally the path is clear once I start breaking down pros and cons along with cause and effect. This'un dun got me stump'd. The folx need help that’s for sure, and as much as I hate to admit it society should be the one to give them a helping hand and back up on the horse in which they fell. If they are unable to get back up on the horse in which they fell they need to be put some place warm and safe. The problem is determining if they can get back up on the horse of if they even want too. If they don't want too but are able, take them to the middle of no where and drop them off, then forget them. I have no use for someone who is unwilling to help them selves in some way shape or form. Hell I wouldn't even have a problem doing it. Let them see what happens when the society they gave up on drops them. It's only fair, "Here ya go, fend for your self." Don't get me wrong I'm not saying pick up every sick bum and drive him to the woods and set'em free. I'm saying take the ones that aren’t sick, &amp; broken. The Sick, &amp;amp; Broken give'em a chance to heal. Then give them a shot at doing something productive teach'em a trade. If they as people aren’t fixable, well find some warm, and fuzzy place to stick them other than the side of the road. If I can pay for Bertha and her 14 kids, I don't mind paying for Henry who can't get along on his own. Yeah I know, the trouble is figuring out which can, which can't, and which don't want too. I don't have an answer to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think something has to be done and it is society's responsibility, Hell half the time they say they wouldn't be there if given half a chance....fuck it give'em half a chance and see what happens. If I had the financial means I'd like to try and see what happens, I also think that’s the wrong mind set for a program like that. It probably shouldn't be an experiment, I'd say it needs someone a tad more companionate than myself. I'd be willing to help though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm tryin to say is, everybody needs a hand up from time to time. What exactly is a hand up and what exactly is holding them down. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Topic "Hungry Hungry Hippo." That is all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/sex/2006/11/apple_tired_of_.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; has anything to do with anything I posted today I just thought it was F'n hullarious! I just thought everybody should see &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/sex/2006/11/apple_tired_of_.html"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-116309598852396910?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116309598852396910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=116309598852396910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116309598852396910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116309598852396910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/id-like.html' title='I&apos;d like...'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-116302838468632078</id><published>2006-11-08T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T08:49:06.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play'n With a Travel'n Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today's Topic "Hydrophobic Water Buffalo." I donno sounds kinda dry to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’re off and runnin again....I'm back on politics again! YEAH for you. Which way did he go George which way did he go?? Right so I listen to the radio allot these days, since I don't like TV. I know it's a blasphemy for my age group. I hear this wicked stupid comment from some John Carry guy. Something about "&lt;a href="http://www.passionateamerica.com/pictures/halp_us_02.jpg"&gt;Study hard or you'll end up stuck in Iraq.&lt;/a&gt;" ummmm yeah brilliant chief. I'm not much for politics but I'm pretty sure that’s the equivalent of whipping out a 44mag and blowing your toes off one at a time. Don't these guys have speech writers? Oh and someone to read over them for them. I've heard of political foot in mouth disease but WOW! Then the brilliant bastard refuses to make a real apology about it, and tries to pass it off as a joke against Bush and not the troops. Really?!?! Please explain, pretty please. I would be more than happy to give someone my personal email address if they want to try to explain this to me in private even. As I've stated before I don't vote, I don't whine. That only goes for who's currently in office...neener neener, read the fine print. I don't think I've ever seen anybody put themselves on a political chopping block and help someone swing the axe any faster. How can you not make a public apologize for this though? even an "I'm sorry I miss read my speech.", or even "Umm I can't read and someone was playing a horrible trick on me" would have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had to hear the same crapola this time as I did last time and well I’d just like to re-iterate what I had to say last year right &lt;a href="http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-catch-thief.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so moving right along, two of my best friends are having a kiddo here in a few..to several months, just found out it's gonna be a boy. Go Kojak! and urmm Mrs. Kojak! I also found out that my arch-nemesis at work has resigned! WHOOT! Don't worry I won't get bored with them gone there are plenty of people taking pot shots at the big red and white target on my back. So I get called into the office before I can even get a cup of coffee down to wake up right? I'm trying to figure out what I did wrong since I had been out of town for a week then in training for another three days.. next thing I know I have this HUGE smile spreading across my face. and I find myself skipping down the hallways whistling a little tune. If you had ever seen me at work you too would think I was on some new meds. Anyways best news I've had at work in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Topic "Cancer Causing Properties of Milk." Why not everything else causes cancer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-116302838468632078?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116302838468632078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=116302838468632078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116302838468632078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116302838468632078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/playn-with-traveln-band.html' title='Play&apos;n With a Travel&apos;n Band'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-116300863082853125</id><published>2006-11-08T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:38:20.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents of The World Untie!</title><content type='html'>Today's topic "Bar Hopping, Injury Report!" Don't step in the puddles on the side walk their nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm posting two days in a row I know someone’s gonna have a heart attack. I'm finally taking the advice of my sibling and reading stuff and putting my opinions down. Who knows how long this will last, I sure don't. Anyway lets hop right into the fires of hell and satanic cults, coupled up with some light baby eating *yeah, &lt;a href="http://notsosa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cap'n O&lt;/a&gt; I know we aren’t ever going to mention that post ever again*. I was reading my usual dose of web comics this morning and I did something rather unusual for me I read the little news/blog post after the comic. Oh this stoked that emotional fire under my seat. Anyway this comic artist we'll call him Howard...cause that’s his name. Anyway Howard put &lt;a href="http://www.schlockmercenary.com/blog/index.php/2006/11/07/a-little-dungeons-dragons-advocacy/"&gt;this little post out&lt;/a&gt; asking for a bit of help.Well at first I was a tad bit irritated that someone would have to gather all the info for this! I mean really I respect the fact that Howard's willing to do the work, gather all the info and wrap it up with a little bow on top. But really I think what scares me is that he reminds me that there are still people out in the world who think D&amp;D (that’s Dungeons &amp;amp; Dragons for those of you who haven't every dealt with it) is a satanic occult training ground, I think that’s pretty close anyway. Well I've had this discussion with some people who are very close to me, and they where VERY surprised that I had been one of those RPG nerds huddled up in some back room reading the Players Handbook by candle light rolling dice to decide the fate of that person we just picked up off the street. I mean really come now have you ever seen those dice...I wanna see you try to read the number by candle light! Anyway the point I'm making is that I can't understand how in today’s world people still think like this, but they do and they normally don't have the initiative to make the attempt to understand it. I know there are people who there who are just reading this thinking "Mouse, how in the world could I do that?" Ohhh I don't know maybe pick up one of the game books and learn to read? I mean really is 15 or 20 bux not worth knowing what your children are doing or interested in or maybe even that their friends that they hang out with all the time are doing? I also understand you can't spend 15 or 20 bux every time you hear something disturbing that comes outa little Jimmy's mouth, But really if it disturbs you that much get off your duff and take a glance. Once you get about 30 pages into it you'll realize, oh hey this is a game just like monopoly or shoots and ladders. Just for a bit more mature crowd. Actually I strike that statement; because some of these parents are the same ones who buy there kid Grand Theft Auto. Umm really, you can buy them a video game with drug dealers, hookers, and stealing cars. Though your gonna take a fantasy game which encourages kids to read, use their imagination, and work their math skills, and call it evil and say they can't have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll admit the kiddos who do play need some grounding in reality. Isn't it the same with everything else though? Aren’t parents supposed to be trying to get little Jimmy in shape to strike out on his own, and become a positive part of society, or am I way off base here? I don't want to just rant about parenting styles, I'm not one so I can't stand in your shoes. Though I do believe thats where things go wrong. Yes I think it's your fault that 12 year old Jenny is prego. Go ahead tell me why it's not, please prove me wrong. My parents weren’t the model parents, but ya know what by the age of 13 and I'm not sitting in jail for trying to rob some ol'lady in the parking lot. All I ask is that you take a little initiative and pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the other side of the coin with parenting. Kids are SNEAKY! Stuffs gonna happen, and your gonna wonder how you didn't see it coming. Well you know what? There’s no way to have seen it coming. Kids are smart and adaptable, they probe to see where the holes in the defenses are. Then oh my....they exploit them till they can be exploited no more! The trick? Jump on it as soon as you see something funny. A child isn't going to jump to an extreme right away they are going to push it a little further every time, and they will lie when they are caught, period end of story. It's up to you as the adult to take charge and give the kids a good sense of "cause and effect" along with "risk and reward". I think what I'm trying to say is, your a good parent if you do everything you can to pay attention, and put a little effort into finding out about something before you buy it for you kiddos or before banishing it to the realm of satanic baby eating occult with dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Topic "How To Win Friends and Still Continue With World Domination." Go with the unabridged version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-116300863082853125?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116300863082853125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=116300863082853125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116300863082853125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116300863082853125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/parents-of-world-untie.html' title='Parents of The World Untie!'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-116293501329118218</id><published>2006-11-07T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:08:39.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abso-freakin-lootly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today's topic, "The In's and Out's of The Chubby Karma Sutra." Icky, thats all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know my last couple posts have been pretty off base, but I really like the &lt;a href="http://http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/10/seven-habits-of-highly-effective.html"&gt;"Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates."&lt;/a&gt; It always gives me a chuckle. I've realized something today, besides the fact that I'm really a chipmunk trapped in the body of a squirrel. It's really hard for me to type out a full Blogg post when I'm not actually on the website...I mean there is some sort of mental block if I open of trusty'ol Note Pad(tm) or , Word, hell even whipping out a good old fashioned pen and paper. I mean reeeeaaaalllly am I that influenced by my environment that I can't even jot down my thoughts in a semi coherent fashion with out being on this freakin web page? I know, I know "Mouse, your thoughts are about as coherent as the mercury someone pored out of a thermometer." Can't help it I'm not as creative as my sibling. BUT he's always provoked allot of thought in me no matter what, and I appreciate that...really I do....I think over the past 5 or 6 years he and I have gotten along better than we ever have. I mean he's always been there and done everything he could to take care of me when nobody else could. Very respectable...even for him...Just kidding. *about the "even for him" part* Hell he's even the one that suggested I start this page even though I've mostly run out of things to spew out here, every article he kicks out that I read provokes enough thought in me to kick another post out...I didn't really start this post to pat my sibling on the bum and tell him "Good effort" or "Good game".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually had allot of thing swirling around in my head lately that I've wanted to whine/complain/inquiry about. First and foremost WORK YEAH!!!! I know ya'll *that’s a &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; word ya know* have been wondering how I've been doing at work lately. Well pretty good yet ,still pretty frustrating. It seems no matter what I do I never get caught up, and they are always requiring more of my personal time. This week the boss got onto me again about not getting into school when I was supposed too. Twenty minutes later I'm gonna have to spend several days out of town either in west &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; or the Lousyanna marathon. Neither of which I mind to tell you the truth. It's just hard to understand what they expect of me some times. Yes, yes get in school pass or you don't get paid for it. But then how easy is it to make school when you’re outa town for a week at a time? At the moment I'm looking into online classes but I'm not sure if I'm disciplined enough for that. I guess I'll find out, this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the Agenda, personal life. It always seems to amaze me when it's pointed out just how different I am in certain situations. For instance I took this little communication quiz thing at work that tells you what communication type you are. I'm a BOLD type, when at work at least. I'm comfortable there, and I can be abrasive and everybody is used to it. Pull me out of my work environment or away from friends that I know pretty well, and I turn into the guy in the corner who couldn't carry on a conversation to save him self from being Bar-B-Que'd by pigmy head hunters. Oh and when it comes to women geez I think I've complained about this several times before, I have the aptitude of a retard on roller skates, in San Francisco. Other than that I haven't done much of anything but help folx out here and there. I never really noticed how time consuming that really was, and don't get me wrong that’s not a bad thing I need to consume as much time as possible. The company while doing stuff lately has been rather pleasant so I sure don't mind, not to mention easy on the eyes. Anyway I think that’s it for my babbling today back to the grind as they say gonna be a long night of laundry and work while I'm sittin around the house with an adult beverage or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows topic "Monkeys and Footballs, Are They Really as Awkward in Bed as People Say They Are?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-116293501329118218?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/116293501329118218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=116293501329118218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116293501329118218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/116293501329118218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/11/abso-freakin-lootly.html' title='Abso-freakin-lootly..'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-115999810996536440</id><published>2006-10-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:42:16.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rule 1: 'Pillage, then burn.'&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2: "Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Take his fish away and tell him he's lucky just to be alive, and he'll figure out how to catch another one for you to take tomorrow."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rule 3: "Just because it’s easy for you doesn’t mean it can’t be hard on your clients."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rule 6: "If violence wasn’t your last resort, you failed to resort to enough of it."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rule 8: "Mockery and derision have their place. Usually, it’s on the far side of the airlock."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rule 9: "Never turn your back on an enemy."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rule12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."&lt;br /&gt;Rule 13: "Do unto others."&lt;br /&gt;Rule 16: "Your name is in the mouth of others: be sure it has teeth."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rule 27: "Don't be afraid to be the first to resort to violence"&lt;br /&gt;Rule 29: "The Enemy of my enemy ...Is my enemy's enemy. No more, no less."&lt;br /&gt;Rule 30: "A little trust goes a long way. The less you use, the further you'll go."&lt;br /&gt;Rule 31: "Only cheaters prosper."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rule 35: "That which does not kill you has made a tactical error"&lt;br /&gt;Rule 36: "WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH THE TOUGH CALL FOR CLOSE AIR SUPPORT".&lt;br /&gt;Rule 37: "There is no overkill. There is only "Open fire" and "Time to reload."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schlockmercenary.com/"&gt;Schlock Mercenary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-115999810996536440?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115999810996536440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=115999810996536440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/115999810996536440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/115999810996536440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/10/seven-habits-of-highly-effective.html' title='The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates.'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-115558266099941511</id><published>2006-08-14T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:51:23.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zippity Dooo Da</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Todays topic, "Memoirs of a suicide bomber." An explosive best seller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" &gt;Ok so picture this...I'm sittin’ in a boat throwing dead previously frozen shrimp at fish that I can't see hoping they impale them selves on this shiny little hook at the end of the string that’s attached to a reel that’s attached to a rod that’s attached to myself that’s attached to a boat via my lazy ass. Just trolling along having a good old time with this Coonass at the helm *for those of you who don't know that’s kind of like a south Louisiana Red Neck, but cooks better food* Next thing I hear is "Uh oh". Two hours later we get towed out’ a the mud. We get back to the camp and I crack open a much needed beer. Borrow some chapstick, from a woman that I've managed to become rather taken with, more on that later. Anyway after a full day of being out I get one bite...no fish whoopee...BUT I did manage to get some good beer drinking in and a chance to talk and get to know some of the field people in my company a little better. Yeah I know today isn't anything like what I've done before...today I'm just blabbing away to get stuff off my chest since I know nobody is watching any more :) Yeah for anonymity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm not sure if anybody else has this problem but I'm horrible at telling when someone’s attracted to me but I seem to be pretty good at telling when someone else is attracted to someone I know. I just don't get it I have people telling me that they think this certain person is attracted to me, and I have to say I've been rather taken myself, BUT I don't wanna jump in and screw up a friend ship because I'm trying to read into something that’s not there. I've never really been one to show my emotional side...in fact I've been called emotionally constipated on many occasions. So if you haven't gotten the point I have a hard time with women. So I'm sure you can get the point that this makes my stress level leap tall buildings in single bounds. Which in turn makes me tongue tied and a complete idiot instead of a partial idiot that I'm used to being. I mean I've read books...I've talked to people to see if I could learn what I'm missing. All to no avail. OH well what do ya do? I hope to figure it out in a timely manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows topic, "People with Prosthetic Anus's, Handicapped License Plate or No?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-115558266099941511?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/115558266099941511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=115558266099941511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/115558266099941511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/115558266099941511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/08/zippity-dooo-da.html' title='Zippity Dooo Da'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-114557051135771974</id><published>2006-04-20T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:26:23.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk With That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today's topic, "Making millions selling your friends' &amp; families' organs on the black market!" At least you won't have to share your wealth with anybody.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;  &lt;/o:p&gt;Ok, so it's Thursday right, and I'm sitting at my desk just tappin away working. Bang, yeah that’s right an actual bang, I think someone on the next floor up dropped something heavy. But anyway I snap out of what I'm working on, and start thinking *yes it hurt* how in the world did I end up here? Really, have you ever thought about what you've done to end up where your sitting right at that moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going over some of the major points in my life *not many of those really*. Things like; moving from one town to another, Graduating High School, moving to another state, then moving back, getting married, getting divorced. My life in a nut shell, minus some of the more depressing issues that I feel are major points in my life that you would be like "whiner". After going over these times in my life I realized for the most part they really didn't influence my life that much. I mean I might have ended up where I'm at a little faster if not for those times, but really it seems like I haven't really gotten around to doing much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this sparked another though, what the hell is it I'm supposed to do to make it feel like I've done something with my life. Cure for cancer? No, no I'm much to lazy for that. Change the world with a revolutionary invention? Nope, sorry I'm not nearly creative enough for that. I hope you see where I'm going with this without me having to drivel on like this all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one do to make their life feel fulfilled? I'm seriously at a loss on this one. I mean I go to work every day, I do everything I can to make sure my bills are paid. I tried the marriage thing that didn't work for me, Not much of a kid person so I don't really want to do that. What does that leave me with other than something truly revolutionary? Sorry I know it breaks your heart but I'm just not that guy, couldn't be if I wanted to be.  I don't know much but I know I'm not destined for greatness. But, HEY! I'm ok with that, but damn I'd still like to look at myself and be able to say "Hey, I did that." "Niffty, time to head to work." If anybody has any ideas I'd be happy to hear them. Tomarrows topic "Incontinence! Is it really a problem or just a way to keep warm at night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-114557051135771974?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114557051135771974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=114557051135771974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/114557051135771974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/114557051135771974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/04/milk-with-that.html' title='Milk With That?'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-114495092661023997</id><published>2006-04-13T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:55:26.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry for the delay folx, but......I broke it, and won't be able to post until I fix it.  If someone could get Tatsuya over at &lt;a href="http://www.sinfest.net/"&gt;Sin Fest&lt;/a&gt; to post another comic strip some time this century it could probably help fix it. Unfortunately I've been a little busy trying to find a second job with hours that I can bend around my current 60+ hours I spend at my Primary job. Bills bills bills...anyway not here to whine just to let you know it's broken, and it will be fixed as soon as I can get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody ever notice that your bills get higher but your pay never grows at a rate to keep up? Of course unless you change jobs ever 6 months or so. In fact I was looking at my Cell Phone bill the other day and noticed something. "Holy crap, I'm paying a service fee on top of a bill for service." As in I'm paying my bill which delivers a service, right? Why the fuck am I paying a service fee on top of this? "Hello, McFly!" I know what your thinking, "Your just noticing this?" Yeah well I'm not real attentive to my bills, they come in, I pay them. I don't usually dig through them. But anyway, time to get back to the grind, Oh happy Easter for those of you out there who believe in that sort of thing. Those of you who don't, happy day off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-114495092661023997?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114495092661023997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=114495092661023997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/114495092661023997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/114495092661023997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/04/doh.html' title='DOH!'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-114418134790226366</id><published>2006-04-04T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:09:13.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup Yup It's Me Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well folx I think things are settling down enough for me to do a weekly post now, and since C.O.'s taking a break I'm sure your ready for some more cynical commentary. I'll see if I can give ya somthin worth reading for a while. Starting Thursday I'm going to start up again.  Never lost the urge just the time. Next weeks topic "Urinating in Public for Fun and Profit." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-114418134790226366?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114418134790226366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=114418134790226366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/114418134790226366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/114418134790226366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/04/yup-yup-its-me-again.html' title='Yup Yup It&apos;s Me Again!'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-113996068045156540</id><published>2006-02-14T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:44:50.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Here For A Free…</title><content type='html'>Hey there, today’s topic “Do Baby boys really bounce?” Only once per drop, if they are anything like Adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So am I the only one who goes to a concert, and gets really turned off when they start using an audience to preach their political views too? I mean I bought this $60 ticket to come, and listen to their music and see the show. Not be preached too about how they dislike this politician, or what their views on abortion are. Put it in the music, FINE. Then at least I have a fighting chance to decide if I want to listen to that type of music or not. But, Mouse you say, you do the same thing in your blog! EHHH! Wrong! You have the choice to stop reading this at any moment you choose. (Wow my blog just became the biggest suckingest black hole in the internet.) I didn’t lure you in with something good then wham, here’s my views. Oh and your not paying for this that’s a biggie for me too, if I knew there was going to political spewing it’s my own fault.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Far as I’m concerned, bugger off if I want your opinion I’ll have conversation with you to find out what it is. I’ve actually been witness to someone babbling on about how wronged they feel they’ve been for 5 minutes, by a particular politician. It probably went on longer but I opted to leave about this time. It wasn’t necessarily that I disagreed or agreed, it was the fact that in my opinion just because you have a stage doesn’t mean you can do what you want with it. Free speech is all find and good, but there is a time and place for everything. Then again as I’ve said many times before, “Common Sense Isn’t.” &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course I’ve seen movie stars do the same thing. No really they aren’t that important to me that I care about their political views. Yeah so you can act. Well try acting like I’m someone who really only cares that you did a good job playing that part, in that movie, with that thing, at that place. Hey wait don’t bother acting, I really do only care that you entertained me in that move, or with that song. Again I agree with free speech, in the proper forum. &lt;/p&gt;Of course there are cool things that happen when they stop singing. Like plugging cures for disease, or what such and such song meant to them when they wrote it. That’s all fine and good. I support cures for diseases. Of course another ones going to pop up every time you take care of one. Hey look we cured Gonarreiasniffalitus, But whoopsy we discovered airborn crotchrott. DOH! I’ll get into that tomorrow I think.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway today’s short rant, please think before you talk to your cell mate. He can’t leave, and might just get upset and try to plug something. Tomorrow’s topic “Proctology, From A Golfers View. 18 Holes a day!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-113996068045156540?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113996068045156540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=113996068045156540' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113996068045156540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113996068045156540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/02/click-here-for-free.html' title='Click Here For A Free…'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-113985155253637650</id><published>2006-02-13T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:25:59.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truffle Smuggle Shuffle</title><content type='html'>Alrighy, I’m back for a little break. Yeah I actually had to work for couple days, rough life huh? Ok today’s topic, “You can lead a horse to water, but can you keep him from peeing in it?”    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was reading the Google news today, and happened upon &lt;a href="http://dailytelegraph.news.com.au/story/0,20281,18138436-5001032,00.html"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;this article&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What I’ve found interesting about this is parents blaming authorities that their son did wrong. Oh this sort of thing chaps my ass. Where in the hell do you get off blaming other people for something that your or your loved one is doing wrong? That’s like saying I’m slinging crack on the corner and blaming the police for catching me (yes I realize that’s not exactly what happened here.). But really when do people take responsibility for their own actions? Drug participating in traffic is BAD, helping an old lady across the street GUD. There it’s been explained! Lets hope they get it in pretty simple English and if there’s a part that doesn’t make sense let me know please, I can get simpler. Grow up, and please expect your kids to grow up too. There really isn’t a gray area in right and wrong.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What about the one that expected a lighter sentence, just because they did the right thing? Hey, maybe if you hadn’t done it in the first place you wouldn’t be in the situation. The older I get the more I see people do things, and they don’t ever think about the consequences of their actions. Sure Nobody wants to get caught speeding, but it happens. Sure everybody would like to make $10,000 for a couple hours work, of sneaking a package onto a plane. Know why I don’t? Just that little thing called jail and the fact that the consequences aren’t something I want to deal with. Sure seem to be sorry bout it now, “what do you mean I’m not getting a reduced sentence for showing you where I stashed the other ton of this crap?” I’m sorry once your caught you shouldn’t get lighter punishment just for hanging your head and saying I’m sorry I made a boo boo, now change my diaper and send me back into the world. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What exactly makes people think they can get away with this stuff? Oh that would be mommy and daddy bailing them out every time they get in trouble. Personally I think that’s all find and good until they go out on their own. At this point ok you’re a little short on rent sure thing, car payment is late here let me loan you your car payment till you get back on your feet. Well this has turned into “my little baby can do no wrong.” Guess what lady, your little baby shot 2 shoppers a Clerk and Cop. Yeah sorry your baby deserves the chair in my opinion. There isn’t any justification that can change that. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Seriously I can’t even blame the legal system for this, sure as much as I’d like to rant on about big brother doing wrong I can’t. They give us laws, and along with those laws they give us consequence for our actions. Know what? Even you can go find out what those laws and consequences are. Maybe you should take Thirty minutes to an hour, and look at the consequences of the action your about to take. Na that would take way to long, I’ll do that while I’m sitting in a cell for 20 years. Now I’m not saying don’t do it, it’s not my place to say it. I’m saying UNDERSTAND what your doing, and what happens if you get caught, oh and don’t whine like a little baby when you realize you might actually have to pay for what you have done.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Moral of today’s story, don’t drink down stream of your horse. Tomorrow’s topic, “Banana In The Tailpipe Of Your Career.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-113985155253637650?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113985155253637650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=113985155253637650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113985155253637650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113985155253637650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/02/truffle-smuggle-shuffle.html' title='The Truffle Smuggle Shuffle'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-113935693935360668</id><published>2006-02-07T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T16:06:02.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never?</title><content type='html'>Ok so I’m sitting here thinking, what can I write? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;See I’m not in my usual goofy witty self mood. Which I’m sure is the reason I’m posting so late today. No I haven’t grown disinterested with my blogg. Just suffering from a lack of “give a shit” well I guess I’m not really suffering. Today has really just been one of those days where everything I lay my hands on goes to crapola. This might even be the reason I’ve banished myself to paper work today at work. Anyway to a point, and away with the useless banter. Today’s Topic, “Spanking Monkeys for Fun &amp; Profit” don’t I wish. Actually I kind of wanted to rant on taxes today since I just did my taxes.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, first things first, why? I know, I know why, what? Well there’s a lot of them. Get to the point Mouse, you say. Fine, why are there so many freak’n taxes? Income tax, State tax (which I don’t have to deal with thank you), Sales tax, Gas tax, Luxury Tax, need I go on, I think I can if you would really like for a few pages in fact. So lets see here I can’t really count how many times they actually hit your income, and the fact that they have so many variables. Taxes on your house, we are going to charge you an arbitrary amount for the amount of space in your home which you bought already, for the life of your dang house. Is that really necessary? It supports the county you say? Humm, is that the only place the county gets it’s money? I don’t’ know really. Oh yeah they get it from tickets and stuff written my by the local law enforcement too but hey that fluctuates a bit I’m sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales tax, I can understand this one, for the most part. But wait does that go to the state? What about State tax? Crap some places don’t have sales but they have state and visa versa. What now? And why does gas have sales and a gas tax on it? Wow I think I’m going to have a headache by the time this is over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double taxing, lots of things seem to have double taxing going on. Take for instance Alcohol, &amp;amp; Tobacco Products. Why? Yeah again WHY!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do they have to hit my pocket for the things I enjoy, or want to do? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lets see they are slapping an extra tax on me to drive to work, they tax me for the things I enjoy, they tax me for where I live, they tax me for the things I have to buy to get by day to day, and they feel it’s necessary to tax me for working too? Wouldn’t it be easier to just take half my salary when I get it and let me go about my business knowing how much I’m going to have? Oh wait they already take over 25% of my income as it is! Oh yeah I get a return…yeah like 20% of that if I’m lucky…I don’t mind supporting my governments but getting robbed while I’m watching isn’t cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically what I’m getting at is, that it appears that if they took say 25% of income from each person working, and molested the returns process a bit they couldn’t mange to split that up, between state, and Fed. Then have the state and fed. Split that among road improvement etc… to run the country &amp;amp; states? I’m not even gonna try to touch investments wow.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to lie, I’m young and I don’t understand a lot of this which bothers me since they make it so twisted and convoluted that the layman can’t understand it without special classes. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Again don’t get me wrong I’m not saying that they shouldn’t hit us up for taxes. Though I do think the money is mismanaged to the point of the absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of today’s topic, “Stop robbing me blind when I’d be happy give it to you in the first place.” Tomorrow’s Topic “1000 and 1 uses for used Prophylactics”, “Kids take your new slingshot outside, your sliming the walls again!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-113935693935360668?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113935693935360668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=113935693935360668' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113935693935360668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113935693935360668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/02/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never?'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-113924763410450381</id><published>2006-02-06T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T09:51:13.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Affairs</title><content type='html'>Rolling right along, today’s topic, “The Digestive tract of the hairless assed monkey.” Yeah as interesting as that sounds, I think I’m going to rant on politics again, lucky you.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jumping right into it, hey how bout those Iraqi’s? Yeah ok we goofed the first time we where there and didn’t finish the job, we deserve flack for that. It was a poor choice, half assed if you will. If your going to go in and try to fix something make sure it’s fixed before you leave. Don’t get me wrong here unfortunately I don’t know who to blame for this some say the President, other say other people. I don’t know for sure, and probably never will. It sure as hell isn’t the soldiers over in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s fault. They are doing a job just like anybody else is doing a job. No I’m wrong about that they are hanging their asses out in the breeze, doing what they think is right. It’s not yours or my business to tell THEM any different. If you want to tell someone that this war is wrong, write a politician. But don’t you dare take it out on those men and women who would be standing out side your door getting shot at if we where invaded. But like I said write a politician and ask them why. Who knows you might even get an answer. Back to the point of this we started something we left, it got worse. We go back, we start something and then the entire world wants us to leave it unfinished AGAIN (yeah I’m blowing it a bit out of proportions I know but this is how it seems.)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hell I don’t know why we are there but I’m not complaining about it. Someone with more information that me got all this rolling. All these people running around blaming the president, and screaming how much they hate him, hey screw you. It doesn’t matter if you like him or not he’s the President of The United States. He was elected ( I can’t say we elected since I don’t vote), and that makes him The President, which means I respect him to do what he feels is right for the country with the facts that are presented to him. Sure there should be people keeping an eye on what’s going on. I can’t count how many times I’ve heard “I didn’t vote for him he’s not my President” EHHHHH! WRONG! You still live here. You where part of the voting process, stop being a sore looser. If you don’t like move out, please. It just makes it so there’s one less jerk off in my way in traffic.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back to foreign policy, what is our foreign policy? Hey we get involved every chance we get. Why? I mean come on we already dish out billions in financial support to these countries, I don’t really understand that either, but hey I don’t need to it’s not like I can stop it. Now I’m not saying don’t protest when you feel strongly against something. What I’m saying is make sure you protest the right cause, and make it clear what you’re protesting. If you’re protesting the war, don’t let there even be a doubt in someone’s mind that you might protesting the troops, or the military. No really folks they just go where they are told and do what they are told to do and you can’t really expect any different, they are around to fight not to make decision on why to fight. I guess what I’m saying is I don’t understand our foreign policy and I’m not really sure if the information is readily available and that sucks but who do I blame? Maybe you should think about whom you should be blaming and why you’ve been blaming whom you’ve been blaming all this time. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Moral of this story, is…nope just me ranting again. Tomorrow’s topic, “Why do they have a suppository that stops vomiting.” Yucky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-113924763410450381?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113924763410450381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=113924763410450381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113924763410450381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113924763410450381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/02/foreign-affairs.html' title='Foreign Affairs'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-113891356408388265</id><published>2006-02-02T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:10:51.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic and Reasoning Behind Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moving right along, the next topic of my inane ramblings, economic growth in today’s 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; world countries. No really I’m kidding; I think I felt the whole world shake as if everybody hit their back button all at once. Actually what I’m in the mood to ramble on about is the enforcement of laws and some about the laws themselves. Strap your selves in it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Alright, where to start? How bout with the people who cause the biggest issues the ones the laws are created for. Let’s say you have your average teenage kid at present day. What is wrong with these kids today I mean really, where are their parents? You have 15 year old kids stealing cars and wrecking them in high speed chases, breaking into house beating old ladies to death for pocket cash, and I only wished it stopped there. Where did the sense of right and wrong go? Yes I realize what I said; I mean where is the sense of right, and wrong that their parents, teachers, and peers should be instilling in them.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kids, teenagers in fact are the ones I’m point at the most right now since they have the most freedom and are watched the least. Now I’ll grant you this at some point you have to let them go out of the nest un-supervised. Of course by this time they are supposed to be exercising their sense of right and wrong. I know we have all done something knowing it was wrong, yes even you in the back there. I myself had, on numerous occasions have done things knowing they where wrong, though I was willing to deal with the consequences of my actions. I made the conscious effort to think about it, and who or what it affected, not that this made it O.K. or any righter. I have yet to notice this in today’s Youth, now I know what your thinking “Mouse, Mouse, Mouse, Mouse you’re only 27 what do you know?” I know that I’m young enough to still interact with the teenagers some where close to their own level, even though I notice that slip away every time one walks in the room wearing something I don’t approve of and I shake my head. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But seriously folks you can honestly tell me that kids where this bad 20 years ago. I’ll merely ask you what flavor of crack are you smoking? You should switch to crack light all the flavor half the high! I don’t seem to remember hearing about kids walking into school blasting, 20 years ago. Yeah, yeah I know that’s an over used example. How bout this entire article that refers to teen violence*Teen Violence*? I could probably go all day with examples, but I’m going to practice a little self-restraint.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parents, granted your jobs’ been made harder government agencies like CPS. Don’t get me wrong I’m not gonna bash CPS. They do some good things. No child should be abused, there is enough of that when they grow up to be adults. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But you know there are some kids out there who don’t understand the punishment of sitting in a corner for 15 minutes, and you can tell when this doesn’t work. Again don’t get me wrong I’m not saying you shouldn’t try it. BUT come on folks when you set them in the corner and they go right back to doing the very same thing almost as if to thumb their nose at you. I’m pretty sure it’s not working and it’s time to go over the ol’knee. Also once that child hits 16 or 17 and decides to ball a fist up at you, it really is time to knock them on their ass and remind them who’s in charge and why. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lack of respect is the major failing of society, and the raising of children. When a child or adolescent doesn’t respect anything or them selves, it sure is hard to keep them out of prison later in life. I’ve witnessed this first hand, that’s not to say that there isn’t a wrong place wrong time effect every once in a while also. Back to the point of the lacking respect, if you don’t respect something you don’t care if it is damaged, destroyed, broken, misplaced, stolen, the list goes on. And that’s a quick rundown on just property, much less respect for other people, and how they are treated, but I think you’ve gotten the point I’m shooting for.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s look at the other side of the law, the enforcers. Cops, Judges, Jury’s of your peers, mentioned again Parents. All riddle with corruption, greed, and incompetence. How can I respect a judicial system that I can’t trust? Yeah there’s that word again RESPECT it’s important folks. Yeah I know what your thinking if you read my last rant. “Mouse, you don’t even vote so you can’t whine about this.” In away your right, in another way your totally wrong. Because there are states, counties, and parishes out there that I don’t have any control over I don’t have the choice to vote on their judicial leaders, so nee-ner I can complain about it. Back to my point instead, of justifying myself. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve got corruption from the high courts, right on down to the county courts, small town police departments to big city PD’s. People covering up for friends, and relatives, and worst of all for favors, and money. Who ever said privately owned judicial systems where bad apparently has seen ours. Crimes going on hidden from public view because they don’t want the area to look crime stricken. Hey guess what they are going to see it sooner or later when they end up being a victim because they run around all day thinking such things don’t happen in their neighborhood. What gives someone the right to hide things from the public eye? Absolutely nothing as far as I’m concerned, I need help opening my eyes, don’t’ blind fold me, please. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Scales of Justice are about as well balanced as a drunken person walking on the edge of a 20 story building. I don’t trust it for the most part I don’t respect it. I just wish there was something we could do about it. Corruption runs deeper every year, one day we are all going to wake up and find our selves powerless to do anything about it, so more likely than not we’ll probably become part of it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lets pay attention to what our kids are doing, and see if we can’t get them to grow up with a little more respect and little less corrupt. &lt;span style=""&gt;Tomorrow’s topic “Boxers or Briefs?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-113891356408388265?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113891356408388265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=113891356408388265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113891356408388265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113891356408388265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/02/logic-and-reasoning-behind-bars.html' title='Logic and Reasoning Behind Bars'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-113882254092688294</id><published>2006-02-01T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T11:39:18.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Catch a Thief</title><content type='html'>Next topic, please. Looky here, I think I might just have something to ramble about again. Yep today’s topic is political views! I’m in a unique situation here, I personally don’t vote, and shut up, if I wanted your opinion on this I’d read your blogg. Why don’t I vote? Well I don’t really take the time to keep up on the issues, who’s who &amp; the what’s what. Everybody says you have to make a choice, well I made it. I choose not to make an uneducated decision. In my opinion making an uneducated decision is worse than making the wrong one.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t get me wrong here folks, I believe very strongly in our electoral system. It just so happens I don’t believe strongly in the candidates and I’m not talking about one side or the other, I mean all of them. If you’ve heard one crooked liar, you’ve heard them all. Yes, I just made a blanket statement. I do that from time to time. Though sure I’m sure there are a couple of them out there who go out, and want to change the world. Let me tell you they get crushed pretty quickly from what I can tell. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway where I was going with this wasn’t to bash on politicians then I would be breaking my rule. Which is “I don’t vote so I don’t whine.” Where I’m going with this is, it never fails that someone will bring up politics and start talking about it. In which I respond “Two things you don’t talk about with people you like Politics, &amp;amp; Religion.” They agree and guess what? They keep on talking about it or they move on to religion. Lets see I don’t vote, and I’m Agnostic. The Agnostic part helps me be more open about other religions because I’m curious about other religions. Even though I still get chastised about my beliefs on a regular basis, I take it as the person feeling rather defenseless to my probes. I’ve noticed when people get backed into a corner on religion they tend to get rather aggressive. I’ll get into religion some other time and my experiences with it, ok not likely. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As far as I’m concerned it’s great that someone votes, and wants to take the time to express their political views through the poles. It never fails to have someone start the conversation. Look at me directly, and question my silence on the matter. No really if someone’s not saying anything that probably means A: they don’t like you, and have nothing to say to you. B: they don’t want to comment on the subject. Silly me, I assume I’ll wait till the next conversation starts, while I sit this one out. I guess you can say gatherings and poker games are a lot alike in my mind. If you don’t like what’s being talked about you sit this one out and hop back in on the next hand. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every time I’ve told people, I don’t vote. Instant response “You should.” Do they gather any facts about why I don’t vote? Hell maybe I’m a convicted felon and can’t vote. But no they don’t bother to ask why, they don’t try to find out if there is a special reason I don’t vote. You know like my parents where gunned down at a voting booth and now I fight crime, but voting booths give me horrible flashbacks. In my opinion they display the ultimate ignorance, no I’m sorry not ignorance, its stupidity! Unlike most people I prefer to make an educated decision as stated above. Apparently I’m one of few; really, I swear I do understand how important this is. I’m just LAZY. Though, the fact that I realize how important it is, is the same reason that I don’t just go and throw a ballot into the box with no rhyme or reason. I did have someone tell me something once that made lots of sense but this person actually asked me why I didn’t vote. Then he promptly quoted something to me. I can’t remember the quote right off the top of my head maybe when I talk to him again and find out what the book is I’ll get the whole quote and throw it in at a later date, but it pretty much said. When you can’t make a decision, find the local fool ask him his opinion, and vote exactly the opposite. Sure this makes sense and I really liked the saying…what happens when you agree with the fool? Who’s to say your not that local fool? Every time I look down at the sign around my neck it says “loof”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still cant’ find the local fool though. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But that’s my tirade for this afternoon, Moral of the story, you’re right there isn’t one. Tomorrow’s topic “Cows and Cabbage, who ate what?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-113882254092688294?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113882254092688294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=113882254092688294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113882254092688294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113882254092688294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-catch-thief.html' title='To Catch a Thief'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-113875275811422657</id><published>2006-01-31T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:36:23.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fava Bean Anybody?</title><content type='html'>Post removed due to idiot posting it! Yup thats me I did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-113875275811422657?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113875275811422657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=113875275811422657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113875275811422657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113875275811422657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/01/fava-bean-anybody.html' title='Fava Bean Anybody?'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21769886.post-113874070714439671</id><published>2006-01-31T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:56:03.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Tha Porn Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Nope sorry you missed the porn site by one exit. This is just the rants, and ramblings of me. Maybe a cut and a paste of someone else’s ramblings, that I find interesting or amusing. Anyway away I go….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    First topic: Work. Ever met that person in your life who is just so happy with their job you never hear them complain about it? Yeah, me neither. Why did I move out and become a productive part of society again? Living with my parents *shudder*. Back to the topic at hand, I’ll ramble on about that other stuff later I’m sure, if it seems interesting at the time. So work, yeah…As much as I dislike this whole getting up in the morning, having someone tell me what to do how to do it, having an opinion on when I do stuff through out the day. That paycheck thing is pretty cool.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people tell me if I don’t like it, go the self employed route. Oh buddy I thought about it and that opened up a whole new can of worms. Like what do I do for the first 4 to 5 years when you’re trying to get this business off the ground? Though I am very versed in “Phase B” of whole ordeal, as &lt;i style=""&gt;Capt. Obvious &lt;/i&gt;puts it *&lt;a href="http://notsosa.blogspot.com/2006/01/t-n.html"&gt;Not So Socially Acceptable&lt;/a&gt;*. I actually spoke with someone who does run their own business, and he pretty much agreed “Yup, it pretty much sucks for the first 4 years.” Me being the self center person I am, I’m not really all that interested in taking an 11 year step back in my life.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    Of course if someone where to convince me that there was a fool proof way to be my own boss with moderate risk and almost instantly covering the bills for said risk. I’d say they where trying to cheat me out of something since they haven’t done it already and having convinced someone else of this. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    So, now that I’ve ruled out self employment, where too? Me personally I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re not supposed to be happy at work. You should how every enjoy your field of employment. Don’t get me wrong as honorable as taking notes under Mr. So and So’s desk sounds, it’s just not for me. I’ve dug ditches, and it’s really not as fun as it sounds. I know what your thinking, “DUDE you get a shovel!” but really…. I’ve built fences, this wasn’t even fun when I did it for myself much less 8 hours a day for slave wages. I think ya get the point. There are a lot of crappy jobs out there that other people are perfectly happy with, and I say go you.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    What bout the people you work with? They most certainly do influence your work experience. Me, now I’m not a people person by any stretch of the imagination. But I like to think I can pretty much work with anybody. I have been proven wrong a time or two. But the people you work with can make or break a place this is for sure. The only I’ve found to control this situation is to A: Deal with it, pull your pants up be a big boy or girl, and get yer damn job dun! B: Quit and go some where else. And NO! There isn’t any respectable option C. Me I’m of the opinion of A, with a hint of give’em a little hell back just so they know your there and paying attention. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    Moral of this story? “&lt;i style=""&gt;You can’t always get what you what you want but you’ll find some times that...” &lt;/i&gt;Damn I hate when the stones pop into my head. Next topic Keith Richards, “Man or Mummy?” maybe not, in fact probably not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21769886-113874070714439671?l=danaughtyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113874070714439671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21769886&amp;postID=113874070714439671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113874070714439671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21769886/posts/default/113874070714439671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danaughtyspot.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-tha-porn-site.html' title='Not Tha Porn Site'/><author><name>A Naughty Mouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/2205/1600/advisory2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
