Friday, August 31, 2012

Madden 13 Online

     Just played my first Ranked Online match of Madden 13 on Xbox 360.  The gentleman I played was Level 10, which is the highest online rank you can get an achievement for.  His slogan was, "Tired of playin' Bums".  We setup and he selects the New England Patriots and while I select the inferior Washington Redskins.

     Opening play, I create a fumble, recover it and return it for a Touchdown.  Now I have a 7 point lead.  I'm not going to supply a play by play because I don't remember it all.  But I can remember the first time this kid comes out after I scored off the fumble, I get him to 4th down and 6 on his own 40 or so.  Of course, in classic online fashion, he goes for it and doesn't get it.

     I assume he thought I was just going to roll out every play with RG3 but i only rushed with him about 4-5 times the entire game.  I did run a lot of 5 wide outs to make him think i was going to scramble but rarely did.  The thing that got me next was the fact that the guy started to run the SAME play to the same receiver (Gronkowski).  The saddest part is the fact that it took me an entire quarter to realize what he was doing.  I started to select a line backer to cover the cheese play and then he switched to a different receiver.  Of
 course.

     One thing he was good at was getting interceptions on me.  I threw 6 and he threw only 2.  This kid played so shitty other than that.  He had no variety to his play and used little to no intellect to try to beat me.  He just ran the same plays and watched my D for holes.

     4th quarter, it's 30-29 him because he kept going to 2 point conversions.  He has the ball, i pick him off with 2:30 left.  I throw a pick instantly back.  2 mins left I force a fumble and recover it.  Now, it's 2 minute offense time and i felt very confident.  He had used 2 time outs already and i still had all 3.

     I made a few LARGE gains and got down the field quickly.  I was watching the clock and slowly ticking it off with minor run plays or small scrambles.  His last timeout has been used and I'm on his 25 yard line ready to seal the game with my kicker.  It's practically a gimme as long as you don't think about it lol.

     Field goal is good and I win 30-32 with no time left on the clock.  Tired of playing Bums huh?  I do play A LOT of football on xbox but i don't play online often, mainly because of guys like this.  They find a trick play or an easy play that assures them 3-5 yards every time and just run it until the game is over.

     I took down an online Madden bully giant with an inferior team and sent him on his way to find a legitimate victim he could prey on next.  See you next time cheeser.

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Trouble with a Sleepless Night

Last night was one of the worst nights of my entire life time, other than the nights when I was sick.  I went to bed around 11pm after watching the True Blood Finale.  What happened next was absolutely absurd.

From 11pm-5:15am, I proceeded to toss and turn every 3-5 minutes or so.  I took some Nyquil before bed because I ran myself out of my sleeping pills but it didn’t help.  I literally watched the clock tick minutes away.  It got so old that all I really wanted was the clock to say 5:30am so I could get up and go to work.  I never got that far.

During my tossing and turning, my only pair of boxers that aren’t boxer brief continued to let my junk sneak out of the bottom.  As I would turn myself, my boxers didn’t follow suit so I constantly had to adjust my coin purse.  At one point, I know I had one nut out and the other nut in a knot inside the boxers, it was excruciating.

Straighten out the boxers, adjust the merchandise and proceed to try to sleep even though I already knew it was over and was not going to happen.  So I decided to attempt an old trick Aliyah taught me.  I put my thumb in my mouth and I laid on my side.  No go.

I knew only one thing would curb my appetite for slumber and I knew it had to happen fast.  I got dressed at about 1:27am and got in the car.  I went to every street corner I thought would be suitable for a prostitute.  Hang in there; it’s not what you think.  I finally stumbled upon the perfect specimen.  I pulled up and cracked the window.  She asked what I was interested in and I quietly mumbled, “Breast milk.”

First of all, she didn’t have to laugh at me and second of all when I pulled out a crisp 100 dollar bill she still laughed as she pulled her boobie from her shirt and milked herself into a small plastic container I had placed on the roof.  Once the container was topped off, I took it back, smiled, smelled it and capped it.  I pulled away only to see red and blue lights in my mirror.

Yes, Officer?  Because I knew I did nothing wrong.  Let me see that container you got there boy.  I handed the container to the cop and he slowly sniffed the contents, as if I were about to wage biological warfare on the city. 

I explained to him what my problem was and he let me off with a warning for gross misconduct, which is a $573 fine.  No problem.  I needed this sleep like a crack head needs some peewee to suck to get his fix on. 

I pulled up at the house, took the breast milk down my gullet in 2 large gulps and I knew it was just a matter of time before I was down for the count.  I ran to the door, got it open and secured the house.  As I proceeded up the stairs, I began to slowly fall asleep in mid-movement.  By the time I reached the top step I was on all fours trying to make it to the bedroom. 

I woke up in the middle of the hall and realized I had pissed the floor.  Of course, I was off to Walmart to get Madden and then work to….work.  I had no time to clean up piss.   

What a night!

Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

Monday, August 27, 2012

The International Dibs Rulebook

This constitution is fully endorsed and sanctioned by the International Dibs-Calling Committee (IDCC).  The rules listed below apply to the calling of Dibs, also known as “The Call”.  Dibs may be made on any single person, whose sexual gender meets the preference of the caller.  Dibs is called to reserve the target of the call (“the Target”) for the caller only, preventing others from approaching the Target for a set period of time.  A Dibs call ensures a reasonable opportunity to seduce the Target without competition.  These rules are definitive and binding.

Section I: The Basic Rules

Article 1
               
In order to call Dibs, the caller must pronounce the word “Dibs”, verifiable by at least one other person.  The caller must also identify the Target is a reasonable manner (i.e. “I got Dibs on the butterface in  the yellow g-string).

Article 2

Dibs may only be called if the enactor (“the Caller”) has seen the Target in person. (Photographs, digital images, etc. do not count).  Dibs can only be called when the Caller is in line-of-sight (LOS) of the Target; Dibs cannot be made if the Caller has already departed the Target’s location.

Article 3

The Call guarantees that no other individual, other than the Caller, may make any effort at hooking up with (seducing, courting, etc.) the Target for 30 days.

Article 4

Anyone disrespecting a legitimate Dibs call may be proclaimed a jackass by the community, and forfeits all honor.  The Community may henceforth actively seek to destroy any sort of relationship the disrespecting citizen attempts with the Target, and may be attacked on sight.

Article 5

Dibs may only be called on a target who is officially single.  In the case where the Target’s status is unknown, Dibs in effect until information presents itself that clearly establishes that the Target is already spoken for.

Section II: Special Cases

These special exceptions to the above rules should be considered in the order presented; the case listed first will take precedence over any of the cases beneath it, when applicable.

Article 1

In the instance that the Dibs call was made after midnight, the 30-day period begins on the active day (the day in which one woke up).

Article 2

In the instance that the Caller is no longer interested in the Target, then the Caller may retract the Call.  The Caller may not make a new Dibs call on the same target until another person calls Dibs on the Target in question, and that call has elapsed.  Dibs may not be surrendered to a specific person.

Article 3

In the instance that 30 days has elapsed since the Caller established Dibs, and the Caller has been unsuccessful in hooking up with the Target, then another individual may call new Dibs on the Target.  The individual whose time elapsed may not make a new Dibs call on the Target until after every potential candidate whom the original caller knows has either already called Dibs or has declined.  If everyone has already called Dibs or declined, the slate is cleaned and anyone may call Dibs on the Target (except for the last Caller, who must wait until at least one other person has called Dibs again).  For purposes of this Article, “every potential candidate’ includes only those people who were present when the original Dibs call was made.

Article 4

In the instance that the Target actively pursues a person who has not called Dibs, then the person the Target is after may submit to the Target’s desires, rendering the Dibs call irrelevant.  For purposes of this Article, active pursuit will be determined only by those people present when the Dibs call was made; a majority vote will determine if the Target’s pursuit is “active”.

Article 5

In the instance that the Caller makes no significant effort at hooking up with the Target within 15 days of the call, then the Caller forfeits Dibs.  Rules outlined in Article 2 are thusly followed.

Section III: The Free-for-All Rule (a.k.a. The Gang-Bang Rule)

If a successful Dibs call has been made, the Caller may institute the Free-for-All Rule.  In this case, all rules become obsolete, and Dibs may no longer be called on the Target until after the Target has hooked up with someone and broken up with them.

Amendments

Amendment I: The Lesbian Rule (a.k.a. Hot Dibs)

Contrary to its name, this Amendment is not gender-specific.  If Dibs is called by someone of one gender, then the Call may be overridden by someone of the opposite gender by calling “Hot-Dibs”.  This call is only legal the overrider makes the override call within five minutes of the original Dibs.  All Dibs earned in this manner last only 15 days, not 30, and significant effort must be made within 7 days before this call becomes invalid.

Hot-Dibs cannot be called to essentially “cock-block” the original Caller.

Amendment II: Warring Factions

All rules within the Dibs Rulebook refer to a group of allied individuals (known as a Faction); the Dibs rules made by the Caller apply only to the Caller’s own Faction.  Should the faction recognize that Dibs was previously called by an individual in another Faction, the Caller’s Dibs still remain in effect.  The Caller’s Faction may therefore attempt to sabotage the efforts of the opposing Faction’s caller.

As per Article 4 of the Basic Rules, all Factions are considered part of the Community.  This establishes additional reinforcements of the rules governing of a Dibs call.

Thanks Mr. Torkel.

Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

Friday, August 24, 2012

Migraine vs. Headache

   A lot of you that still read daily probably think a migraine is the same as a headache.  Only a choice few are graced with the horrible fact that any given day you could be struck down and put out of commission for an entire day or two.  My goal is to try to help a person that is with someone that doesn’t get it; whether it’s your parents, your siblings or your significant other. 

     First off, I’d like to lead off with the obvious fact behind this matter.  We don’t know when a migraine is going to hit, we don’t know all the time when a regular sinus or tension headache is going to turn into a horrible, crippling migraine.  There’s no need to argue about it, no need to get frustrated about it and no need to create any sort of tension about it.  No one that suffers from chronic migraines wants to have a migraine.  I’ve never heard anyone profess their undying love for a good migraine or say they would love to get a migraine right now so they can leave work early.  I will work 24 hours a day if it meant I wouldn’t have a migraine.

     Secondly, many people (doctors/scientists) believe a migraine is actually a disorder of the central nervous system in our bodies.  A headache is merely a pain in the head area; triggered by eating habits, dehydration, sinus congestion, muscle tension, etc.  A migraine is beyond the point of headache status, they also include nausea, vomiting, dizziness, pain behind the eyes, trouble seeing, muscle weakness, and abdominal pain.  All these symptoms come from the brain because the severity of the migraine is, to put it so everyone can understand, making the brain panic.  The brain, as complex as it is, convinces itself that the host if in danger and it is trying to eradicate the problem by sending troops out to spots that aren’t even a part of the problem. 

     As a constant migraine sufferer, I have experienced each and every one of these issues/symptoms and it is certainly not something real migraine sufferers would even joke about wishing on someone.  It’s that serious and in my experience can lead to trips to the Emergency Room to have two shots, one for the nausea and one for the severity of the pain.  Now I’ve never been dosed up enough to the point that I needed to be carried in the house but I have heard stories about my father being so doped up just to get rid of the pain that he couldn’t even function to get in the house to rest. 

     Finally, there are a few more symptoms or side effects to the migraine.  When a true migraine has set in the victim can and probably does suffer from photophobia and phonophobia. 

      Photophobia is an increased sensitivity to light; I’ve experienced this every time I’ve had a migraine.  The light acts as a visual dagger either trying to pierce its way in to the brain after crushing through the skull or the dagger of light is already in the brain and it wants to come out, probably through one of the eyeballs. 

     Phonophobia is an increased sensitivity to sound; I have experienced this one as well with every migraine.  The slightest noise is so excruciating that it actually makes the brain feel like one of the drums Lars Ulrich would play during a show.  It’s like the brain wants to exit the skull but your mental abilities are so drained that you think it could actually happen.  Sometimes I feel like I have a huge knot on my forehead and go check in the mirror or that my eyeball is about to squeeze its way out of my eye socket, crushing my orbital bones in the process.

     Next time you have a migraine or someone you know is suffering from a migraine, sympathize with them and do everything you can to help them.  It’s not life threatening even though it will get so bad at times that it will seem like death is the only logical option. 

     For all my fellow migraine sufferers, remember that you are not the only one, you are not alone.  Just try to be calm, get in a dark room or shower and just close your eyes.  Hopefully when you get in the bed, you’ll fall asleep for hours and when you wake up, it will all be over with and life can continue like normal, until the next one.  Then the next day get into the doctor and get some good drugs, Percocet or something of that magnitude should easily do the trick.  Don’t be ashamed to go to the Emergency Room, don’t be embarrassed.  I couldn’t give two shits about what someone thinks about me during my time of hell on earth.  The Emergency Rooms are slow but they are sympathetic to these problems and they will take care of you, just be prepared for the co-pay. 

     In conclusion, for my non-migraine sufferers don’t EVER call a migraine “just a headache”!  Feel blessed or lucky that you haven’t had to experience a migraine at full force.  We don’t enjoy being in the bed all day or having to use our vacation as a sick day but it is part of the life that was bestowed upon us through our genes.  I know it’s frustrating for the spouse, my wife used to not get it, but once it is clear, once they hear you vomiting up stomach acid for hours on end, once they hear you taking 8 showers in a 2 hour period and as they see you getting a ride to the ER only to lie there for hours until they finally give you some meds they will eventually get it. 

     You’re not the only one.  That applies to pretty much everything too by the way.

      Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

Thursday, August 23, 2012

NOT a Chic-Fil-A BASH BLOG!

     So I went out today to audit some stuff at work.  I got to 4 different areas and gather data as I see it and then I come across this man.  He is doing his work and I audit him, everything checked out fine.  After I finished with his paperwork he points out his Chic-Fil-A sign that is taped to his box.  Then he begins to discuss how Chic-Fil-A has set the standard for how we need to live as Americans in this country.  That doesn’t bother me at all but the following statement did, purely on an ignorance basis: “Who woulda thunk a chicken sandwich would be the only thing keeping us from becoming a fully gay planet?”

     I have multiple problems with that statement:

A)     We are at work.  Everyone has the right to be ignorant and what not if they see fit but to present it to someone you don’t know in that manner is very risky.  I didn’t take offense or anything to it, but to think a chicken sandwich is the only thing saving this planet from ultimate homosexuality is hilarious.  After he finished saying what he was saying I asked, “What about the waffle fries?”  We had a nice laugh, he was laughing with me and I was laughing at him, so technically he was laughing at himself for being a full blown moron.  Thank you sir.

B)      How in the world did he feel 100% confident that he could drop that knowledge on me?  How did he know I wasn’t an anti-chic-fil-a person or an advocate for people making choices that affect only themselves and not me at all?  What made him think, “I can say whatever I want to say this guy because he appears to be cool.”  If I was offended, he would have been fired on the spot once he was reported.


C)      How did he know I didn’t like some man sausage?   How did he know I don’t play multiple skin flutes?  How did he know I don’t give and receive tube steak in my factory back door?  Maybe I could have been into that.  Maybe I like to jack 2 guys off at the same time or I can handle 4 guys at time without batting an eye.

D)     Please disregard item C.

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

What the Cloud!?

Remember the days when we were young and we would just lay in the grass and watch the clouds and call out what they looked like?  Remember all the different answers and all the debates and what not that went on?  Well, I recently had this come up while I was outside with the wife and kids in the pool.

I looked to the sky and noticed a cloud that was clearly a side profile of a Wolf’s head howling.  It was majestic and sensual at the same time.  My wife on the other hand, somehow witnessed a horse in mid gallop.  Never in my life have I been so appalled by such an outrageous claim! 

Of course I initiated an aggressive debate about this topic.  I clearly pointed out the ears, the mouth, and the head, all of it as the wife is pointing out various horse like attributes.  So like any mature person would do, I thought about how I could physically persuade her to see it my way.  I could dunk her repeatedly in the pool or “accidentally” slip on the slick surface of pool bottom and punch her in the face.  Somehow, I managed to refrain. 

We agreed to disagree but I know I witnessed the most beautiful wolf cloud the world has ever seen and I’ll never get to see it again.  Even if I do see it again, now I’ll be thinking about some fucking horse galloping around when I know it is a wolf. 

I don’t know what to say but a wolf beats a horse everyday of the week.

Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

International Hand Symbols

     There are tons of different hand signals out in the world today.  Index and Middle finger means peace, Middle finger alone means the opposite of peace, you can spell the word bloods with your fingers and you can signal one of the rarest sexual maneuvers ever, the shocker.  Back when I was very young there was a hand signal index finger up, pinkie up and thumb out, I love you or Rock and Roll.  Times have changed.

     When you see a person signal you with their left hand, index and pinkie up and thumb out, it means a totally different thing now.  No matter where you are, the following statement holds true.  When you see this, you are being acknowledged as either a homosexual or a drug purchaser.  Seriously, bear with me.

     This signal means go two blocks up and one block to the right.  When you arrive at this destination you will either see a man standing up against a brick wall with one foot up against the wall and one hand behind his back or you will see a man standing up against a brick wall with one foot up against the wall and one hand behind his back but his shirt will be tied in a knot on the lower right front of his stomach and he’ll have a slight smile.

     I have tested this out; this knowledge is not available to the public, so it took A LOT of trial and error to get these results for you.  When I say trial and error, that would be me getting held down (trial) and A) me being searched for money, a gun or a wire or B) a penis being put into every available male hole possible…and there’s more than two male holes…think about it. 

     So, hours and hours of healing later, I am back to report out that unless you want to be gay gang raped or threatened with a gun DO NOT follow the two up and one right rule.  It applies always and it will change your outlook on life.  It did mine; just remember “It’s not cheating if it’s gay.”

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB


Sunday, August 19, 2012

Father's Odd Request

     So I'm at work the other day performing a surveillance on a welder and my phone rings.  It's my dad so I answer it to make sure everything is alright.  He made a very odd request but I was determined to fulfill the request.

     I recently took up Origami and I have found a nice method called Modular Origami.  This is where you use multiple pieces of paper usually the same shape and piece together the parts to form certain shapes, like animals or what not. 

     So back to my dad, he calls me and all I hear is the word fish.  I asked him to repeat himself and he said I need you to build be an origami fish that is at least 12" long.  No reason why and no other request at all. 

     Now, I'm beginning to search youtube and google for instructions on how to build this thing.  The only instruction for a modular fish are of a koi fish.  The video instruction SUCK so now I am trying to free style it.  I've got about 1/8 of it done but when i finish i'll post a pic on facebook for all to enjoy. 

     What other odd requests have you received from your parents in the middle of work?

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Traveling and A-Holes

     So we went on a nice little trip today, only about 3 hours or so.  Traffic like crazy and people not driving for shit.  Very aggravating and very frustrating.  Two different situations occurred during the trip, one very frustrating and one fun.

      We were traveling down on the interstate and came upon a car that wanted to play a little.  We stayed stuck together for at least an hour.  It was fun, just trying to stay as close as possible and stay in the same lane coming through light traffic.  Anyways we split when i had to take the exit for my destination and my highway comrade stayed straight.  We exchanged kisses through the glass, he accepted mine and I certainly accepted his.

     Now for the negative, the highway was going from two lanes to one and I happened to be in the shut down lane.  I rarely stay in the lane when I know it is closing.  So I watched the car in front of me merge and then I was prepared for my merge.  My signal was on and the barrels were forcing me over.  Well, the douche in the truck beside me wouldn't let me over, i was a 1/4 of a car ahead.  So i tried to force the issue and horns blared.  This dude tried to keep coming, then i lost it.  I accelerated and got about a half a car ahead but the barrels were pushing me closer and closer.  The A-hole stayed the course and i had to fall back a touch.

     Now I'm trying to get in behind this cock sucker but someone else is up his ass and blocking me.  This dick had no reason to do this.  So I basically tried to ram him out of the lane and I failed again.  I fall in behind this dick wad and HE flicks me off!  Seriously?  I did everything I could to fuck with him but I had my kids in the car and everything so cooler heads prevailed.

     Why do people have to be dicks ALL the time?  WTF?  Both those guys were lucky i didn't have my pistol because I would have been waving it like crazy! :)

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB 

Friday, August 17, 2012

A Cop that Removes Tampons

There is a news story out there alleging that a Florida police officer “forcibly” removed a tampon from a woman’s gina during a traffic stop.  Naturally I feel compelled to write an entry diving deep into this.  First I’ll explain the story and then I’ll move on into my own thoughts.

Alright, a woman is claiming that she was strip-searched in public and had her tampon “forcibly” removed by a female officer during a 2011 traffic stop with her children in the car.  The Plaintiff is accusing the officer of pulling her over, pointing a gun at her, yanking her out of her vehicle, handcuffing her behind her back , then throwing her in the back of his squad car.  She is claiming she waited in the police cruiser for two hours and when other officers arrived, she was frisked and strip-searched at the side of a busy road while her children were still sitting in the car watching.

Ok, where to begin.  First of all this went down in Beverly Hills.  Second, it’s not common practice to handcuff someone and just put them in the back of your police cruiser without frisking them.  Thirdly, Officers usually don’t come up to a car for a minor traffic violation with guns drawn.  How this “case” is even going to litigation blows my mind.

I don’t care if you’re a male or female cop, if the cop is looking for drugs and tugs on the little tiny string rope hanging from your nasty bleeding vajayjay then there are multiple problems that need to be discussed.  Period blood is the most intense smelling fluid the human body can produce.  That’s nasty!  Even if I had gloves on, the tampon is going to fall due to gravity and I’m hanging onto the retriever string, it’s gonna hit me at some point in time.  I would turn in my badge and gun immediately.

How is someone going to make this claim and there is NO footage anywhere.  If this really happened on the side of a busy highway in Beverly Hills, someone retard with a camera phone is going to be rolling by and capture either still frames or a movie documenting this disgusting violation. 

In my mind, pulling out a tampon while standing up is like pulling the plug out of a full bath tub.  That shit is going to drain out so much that eventually the female would have died, right?  Period blood flows smooth than water and contain small bits of egg shells as it pushes out the unused material.  I can’t handle that. 

Cops don’t pull out tampons…ever.

Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Gimme an H!

     Let's revisit the topic of Herpes again.  Herpes is the most common of all the STDs we have the glory to have a chance at contracting.  Did you know that Herpes has officially begun to evolve into an airborne virus?  Every breath you take could bless you not only with the gift of life but also with the wonderful gift of the Herpes virus.  I know when I step outside, I breath a lot deeper and more deliberately.  Also, many animals have been tested and confirmed positive with the Herpes virus on their lips and genital areas, including their rectums.  Absolutely amazing to me.

     Millions of people are infected with the Herpes virus but most don’t know or won’t admit it.  Herpes people need to unite and show that we are regular people too.  Herpes isn’t necessarily contracted from intercourse with someone that has been blessed with the virus.  Herpes can come from toilet seats, any type of animal contact and now even from breathing.  Don’t worry about getting it, worry if you don’t get it.

     I’ve actually created a small Herpes laboratory in the lower level of my house.  I am growing and manufacturing my own stain of the Herpes virus.  I plan on attempting to add it to the water supply at some point and get it in the crop dusters plant feed.  Then, when someone says they have Herpes, everyone can say “Hey, so do I!” and then high five.  It’s not that serious. 

     As a matter of fact, Herpes adds texture and character to the male genital shaft.  It makes a very desirable sensation and experience for women everywhere!  Don’t miss out on pleasing your significant other.  Just bump uglies and let it happen.  Spread the love we all know as Herpes!

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB 

The Triple Sneeze

     I want to talk about the triple sneezeers; people that sneeze once and then follow that sneeze up with another two in rapid succession.  Every time I hear someone sneeze, regardless of who may have performed the act, I say bless you; that’s how I was raised.

     My mother is notorious for her triple sneese ability so I know once I hear the first one I can wait before I acknowledge it because two more are coming shortly there after.  What really puzzles me is what do you do with the unexpected triple sneeseer after you have already fired out the bless you?

     You hear a sneeze in the distance, you yell out “Bless You!” only to be cut off by two more sneezes blasting out of this person’s respirtory system.  Am I required to acknowledge each sneeze as a single even though they are linked together?  Am I required to let my first bless you stand and repeat another one at the end of the two follow ups?  Can I just let my bless you stand from the first one and not acknowledge the other two?

     Either way you go, this could end up being a very uncomfortable situation for the sneezer and the acknowledger and it could lead to a life long friendship or a life long hatred for one another.  These questions need to be addressed and addressed quickly before anymore emotions are shattered and before anymore triple sneezer’s go unacknowledge or over-acknowledged in the futrue. 

     I don’t want to be percieved by the public as an uncaring and insensitive man.  I am very caring and so sensitive that sometimes I question my sexuallity. 

     What’s gonna work? TEAM WORK!

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

 -JB

 

Blame it on Crayola

     What is the deal with Colors (nail polish, lip gloss and eye shadow specifically) being named after foods and named something that doesn’t even mentally match the color?  I really think this is contributing to young ladies illiteracy.  They go and try to describe a color and the first thing they say is, “Well, it’s called Dark Side of the Moon (nail polish) so that clearly makes it the color brown with a twist.”  NO!

     I did a little research for this blog.  I stumbled across some website that had the top 10 nail polishes for 2012 listed.  Here are a few.  Hey Sailor, Bikini so Teeny, Kiss, Dark Side of the Moon, Holiday and Lilly bets Jubilee are the top seven.  I couldn’t stop snickering and laughing so the last 3 were left off.  The top 4 lead me to visions of prostitutes and pimps from the movie Taxi Driver.

     Then we go and come up with some weird ass names for lip gloss.  Oh, Baby!, Ruby Kisses (Not red) and Sugar High (does not contain any sugar at all).  What the hell are we doing?  If I was blind and needed something like this and the only choice I had was to pick by the name, I would be fucked.  If I wanted red, I would pick something that reminded me of blood or war or excitement.  Instead I would have to get something flavored as a red food I know so I was assured I had the color red. 

     How about eye shadow?  We really need special names that don’t relate to the color what so ever?  The first one is Fish Net, this reminds me of a throw net with weights on it that you toss into a school of fish to catch them.  That is not a color I want around my eyes.  Ransom, seriously…that is not a color, it’s an action that criminals perform.  “If you want your daughter back, leave the 50k ransom in the trash can on the corner of Mercury and Jefferson.”  That’s not funny.  If you want to be ransomed for, I can help you but why put it on your face?  Underground, as soon as I read this, underground means death to me.  The make-up you are going to wear in your casket forever!  Makes ZERO sense to me.

     The two nail polishes that got this started are call Cotton Candy and Baby’s Breath.  Cotton Candy comes in all flavors, colors, sizes, and shapes, whatever.  Cotton Candy is not a color; it’s the most delectable treat a human being can consume.  Baby’s Breath is ridiculous as well.  That isn’t even something you can see!  How can you name a color after baby’s carbon dioxide out breath?  It is not visual; it doesn’t have a sense of color to it and if the baby if breathing on you it doesn’t make your mind think of a color!

     What happened to the 8 primary colors?  What did Crayola start when they expanded to 16 colors, 32 colors, 1.9 million colors?  They started this and I’m going to end it!

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Current Cartoon Trends

     On certain cartoons these days, prime example being Dora the Explorer, the characters ask the kiddy audience questions every so often.  When the questions are asked the character pauses for a good 5-7 seconds.  I know my children never respond, not even my 5 year old.  I want to know what goes through these kids’ minds as the character is just standing there waiting for an answer.

     A young child’s mind is at an enormous risk of slowing development in a 3-9 second window of staring at an inanimate object that is emitting no sounds at all.  Studies have shown in the last decade, 9 out of 10 children suffer from chronic slow-mo disorder when they have been exposed to more than 3 sets of visual and sound deficiencies.
 
     I am writing this more of a petition for parents everywhere to push back against these moments of nothing-ness during cartoons.  With all the A.D.D. diagnosis’s going around this decade, we owe it to our children.  

     How about when the 5 seconds of silence has passed, Dora says, "That was my favorite part too!"  What?  How the fuck does she know what every kid said or how does she know that any kid said anything.  Dora should have more respect for herself as a cartoon celebrity.  You ain't Santa Clause, you don't have an eye on EVER kid!  
 
     Don’t even get me going about all the mixed languages, who knows what the hell kids think when Dora starts spitting out words that don’t even make sense to them.
  
     It’s time to put a stop to this.  Nick, Nick Jr. and Disney, it’s time to face the music and do as the parental public wants!  Enough is enough.

     My children will now only watch old Disney dvds and the recent Pixar dvds from the early 2000s or Army of Darkness because that movie is the SHIT!

     Sleep well, Sleep strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

Ground Breaking

Did you know?...

If a statue in a park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle.  If the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle.  If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.

In English pubs, ale is ordered by the pints and quarts.  So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them, “Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down.”  This is where we get the phrase “mind your P’s and Q’s”

111,111,111 x  111,111,111 =12,345,678,987,654,321

By raising your legs slowly and lying on your back, you cannot sink into quick sand.

If you place a tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion, it will instantly go mad and sting itself to death.

The very first bomb dropped by the Allies in World War II killed the only elephant in the Berlin Zoo.

A rat can last longer without water than a camel.

Last but not least,
A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom to the top.

Very interesting stuff, try out the raisin one so we know if it is true or not.
 
Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

LIFE SECRETS!

     Every day I find myself shocked at little facts I learn.  It seems that the world holds many secrets.  Here are my three favorite animal secrets.  These are 100% real, no need to google them.

     The first secret or little known fact is that a Chihuahua is actually classified in the “Rodent” category.  My family had Chihuahuas all through my childhood.  We kept them as pets because we thought they were dogs.  Now, years after I’ve been out on my own with a family of my own, I find out that a Chihuahua is actually a distant relative to the African Femur Rat. \

     The African Femur Rat is native to Brazil only and is exported to Mexico.  They are used for stealth missions and the most secretive bombings in Mexico’s history.  This rat was very popular among all other animals and eventually breed with a Yorkshire Terrier.  Ta da!!!  Chihuahua!

 

     The second little known fact is an extremely odd one.  If you take a Gnat and measure it’s body and then measure it’s penis, then compare that to the average human male’s height and penis length, you’ll find the Gnat’s average penis size is 17 times that of the average male when taking total body length into account.

     Now if you do the same for a horse and compare that to the same human numbers you’ll find that the horse is only 3 times that of the average male.  So, instead of the “Hung like a horse” statement, “Hung like a gnat” is actually a bigger complement.


     Finally, the most impressive fact of the day.  You’ve read long enough, so I’ll make this a good one.  Everyone knows some animals and insects have the ability to fly.  Birds, flies, whatever.  Every time there is an in air collision by 2 birds or 2 insects, it is recorded and documented by the FBI.  They invented a hyper sensitive radar system that can cover MASSIVE areas at a time.  They are still in the testing phase, so it is being honed in monitoring the east coast of the United States.  

     Here’s my point.  After ten years of testing, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, there has never been a recording of a mosquito to mosquito in air collision.  Ever.  It doesn’t happen.  Every other insect and bird has been recorded and documented.  Mosquitos have a special ability that no one has been able to decipher yet.  Next time a mosquito is sucking the life blood out of you, let it finish.  We need as many of these guys flying around so we can continue to study them and figure out how they can avoid one another so consistently.

 


      Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

Monday, August 13, 2012

The Office, Entourage, The Shield

 


     Every so often, an excellent television show is made and has a nice long run.  I’ve been lucky enough in my 29 years to have had the chance to experience many of them.  I like TV shows that build on a main story line as the season progresses, a show that doesn’t have a mold it follows week in and week out.  Shows that begin with a problem, gather details in the middle and solve at the end, are not my cup of tea.  I don’t mind if the show is like that as long as it is also building on the main plot and story line each week.  

     I have three favorite shows that I have seen EVERY episode at least 5-10 times.  I watch them on my IPOD religiously.  I’m going to go through them and explain why they appeal to me in no particular order.
The first up is probably the easiest for everyone to understand, The Office.  The humor involved in the office isn’t that cheap trick humor like other shows.  The Office build upon its humor with multiple inside jokes from previous episodes and the side bars with the characters are hilarious! 

     Every time I watch it, it makes me feel like a part of the Dunder Mifflin team.  The gags and relationships they have with one another are things I have tried to implement into my life at the shipyard.  This is a MUST watch show for anyone that doesn’t resemble a dry piece of toast personality wise.

 


     Next up, Entourage.  Entourage is a hit HBO show that follows an actor’s climb to the top of the acting mountain.  His rise, fall and rise again story is said to be based loosely off of the life and times of Mark Walberg.  4 dudes that grew up together live out the famous life style and everything that comes with it.  When it goes bad, everyone struggles and when it goes good, it goes real good! 

     This show portrays the life that most people would kill to have and stair steps the adventures of the entire gang from poverty in New York to stardom and individuality among the elite ranks in Hollywood.  Everything about this show is addictive and compelling.

 

     Finally, a show that EVERYONE on the face of this sad little world has seen at least once, The Shield.  I’m going to go ahead and label this the best action/suspense based television show in the recent decades.  I’m not even going to describe it because everyone has seen it and if you haven’t, go watch it and then re-read my horrible blog.

     The last season of the shield was probably the strongest season on an emotional level I’ve ever watched.  The team and all the drama that accompanies a team.  The close calls and the last season.  Every aspect of this show is perfect.  Deep character development and even deeper character involvement.  Excellent series.


     That’s all I got.  Thoughts, comments, questions?

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Rain and Windershield Wipers

     After the recent sprinkle fests we've had around here on the Peninsula, I've notice d a couple of things.  One of which I'm sure EVERYONE has thought or experienced and the other I'm sure NO ONE has thought about.
    
     Picture this with me and then tell me I'm wrong.  You're out in the car on a drive to or from the store.  It begins to sprinkle rain, maybe a drizzle of rain.  So you click your wipers into the first position and let them clear the slowly accumulating rain from your line of sight.  Now you're behind another car, it's raining a touch harder so you switch to the second position on the wipers and they begin to hold a continuous motion.  Up to the top left then instantly down to the bottom right, up, down, up, down.  As the wipers maintain this pace your windshield is clearing very fast.  The only problem is the rain is not as heavy and the second position on the wiper switch is causing the blades to skip across the dry windshield. 

     The reasonable solution is to switch the speed back top the first position and slow them down.  Not so fast, now they aren't going fast enough.  What the hell!?  You have 3 options.  One, leave it on the first setting and hope you don't smash the car in front of you.  Two, you switch the setting to the second speed and let the blades skip across the windshield and annoy the shit out of you for the rest of the drive.  Or three, manually activate the blades yourself with a pulling down on the wiper blade lever...every time you need a speed in between one and two.

     It makes me wonder if car manufacturers even drive cars or are they just driven around by paid drivers.  Every time it rains around here I do my best to not even turn my wipers on just to avoid this predicament.  Give us a 1.5 speed so we can all drive, hands free, vision clear and nerves unfrazzled!

     Also, why the fuck is it called a windshield. A little head buffering would do some people good.  I'm more concerned about the bugs splattering left and right, oh and the rocks that always take a direct shot at my face going down Mercury Blvd.  It's a bug and rock shield not a windshield!

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB



Friday, August 10, 2012

EMERGENCY!

     One night I fell asleep with the biggest erection ever.  The next morning I woke up with the biggest erection ever.  So in my mind, this erection had lasted the 7 hours I was asleep.  We all know the Erectile Dysfunction commercial clearly state, “If your erection lasts for more than such and such hours seek medical attention.”  Such in such hours is 3-4 if I’m not mistaken.
 
Well, since my dinger was creating a circus tent with the king size sheet all night, I panicked!  I immediately dressed myself, carefully tucking the erect penis in line with the waist of my pants so it wasn’t as noticeable.  I got in my car while dialing 911.

The operator was nice but when I explained my problem, I think I began to hear chuckling in the back ground.  With the deepest despair in my voice I informed them I was driving at a high rate of speed and heading towards the Sentara Careplex.  No more chuckling now.

The operator tried to explain to me that my massive dinger hadn’t stayed stiff as a board all night.  It didn’t work like that she explained.  I told her I beg to differ and I increased my speed.  I asked for a police escort and as soon as those words came out of my mouth, I noticed 3 police cars behind me and not attempting to pass me or clear traffic.  

I told the operator that they are doing it wrong; they are supposed to lead me through the red lights and towards the hospital.  My heart is racing so face at this point I had to unbuckle my seatbelt, my belt belt and my pants button and zipper.  This thing was at it’s mightiest point.  Like the incredible hulk right before he is about to SMASH! 

I’m driving like a B rated stuntman when all of the sudden I end up pulling a 180 in the middle of the street.  The cops had performed a Pursuit Intervention Technique (P.I.T) on me and were out of their cars with guns drawn instantly.  Of course my hands flew in the air, no time to zip up or anything.  As the officers approached I began to smile at them to try to relax them.  

Apparently, a smiling dude with a huge erection and semen slime everywhere is not comforting to the police.  I was ordered out of the vehicle with my hands up.  Of course my pants dropped and I’m standing on the side of the road with my ding ding hanging horizontal and every living being in Hampton staring at it as they drove by.

We stood there in silence for roughly 90 seconds.  I don’t know why we were all silent but I’ll tell you what, my erection went away and I was a happy relaxed camper.  Now that I am out of Jail off of a 120 day stint for reckless driving, evading the police, public indecency and lude conduct I feel better. 
I’ll never go to sleep with an erection again…ever.

Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

Donuts

I have been fighting for years, maybe even a decade, about equal rights for munchkins.  Munchkins, commonly known as “Donut Holes” have been horribly discriminated against since the initial creation of  the donut.  When a donut is created, it is simply one large piece of dough and a template cutter is used to make the circular shape.  Then another template cutter is used to cut the center out, making a donut but also creating a part we now know as a munchkin.

In this day and age, we have finally elected a minority president and we’re working on legalizing gay marriage, and now we have rightfully identified this segregated chunk of donut.  Munchkins are donuts too.  A donut doesn’t have to contain a hole or some fancy ass sprinkles.  It merely has to be made from dough and a little bit of human nut batter.

Obviously, it is going to continue to be an uphill battle to have the munchkin recognized by the National Association of Donut Services (NADS) but I’m willing to continue to meet with Congress and the Supreme Court about this matter until my bones turn to dust and my penis is no longer able to become aroused.

Down with segregation and down with discrimination.  A donut is a donut.  Whether you spell it dough nut or donut, it doesn’t chance the feeling you get when you take a large wad of donut in your mouth and you slightly orgasm, not enough to show through your jeans but just enough to give you the quiver leg for a half hour.  

Donuts = orgasmic pleasure, therefore we must involve donuts, munchkin or regular, in our sex lives as well.  I don’t care if you take a water break in between pounding your gay lover’s ass wide open, just take a bite of donut or munchkin and enjoy the ride.  I don’t care if you use a donut as a cock ring and a munchkin as a gag, as long as you aren’t missing out on the pleasure a donut brings to human society.  

Munchkins and donuts all around the world are in a cohesive alliance against anti-munchkin movements.  Don’t make them strike back when all they want is peace.  Don’t make them! 

Also, if you are playing on using a donut for sexual purposes, please refrain from using one that has sprinkles on it.  Sprinkles are NOT a part of this conversation and they are also known to contain a good dose of the Herpes Virus.  Be cautious!

Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

GOOGLE!

     What up my peeps?  One of my buddies posted a link to the Google Self Driven car and how it has posted 300,000 miles without causing an accident.  This got my mind thinking, like everything else does.  What else can Google create?

     First off, I want a self cooking pan.  Bare with me now.  I want a pan that I can put on my stove top, link the stove and the pan together with some sort of blue tooth device and set the pan to “eggs, slightly runny”.  I will crack 3-5 eggs in the pan and walk away.  Once the core of the yolk has slightly cooked the pan and the stove will communicate with one another and shut down instantly.  The same will go for anything you put in the pan, just have to have a conversion chart that states what is in the pan is how to set it. 

     Second, Google has got to be able to make a device that can sense when I’m getting sick and if I’m going to be able to make it to work the next day.  So while I’m sleeping soundly, this device will be linked to my alarm clocks, my phone and me.  It will sense what is going on in my body as far as temperature, congestion and bacteria goes and make the determination for me if it is safe to go to work or not.  Then it will text my boss at 6am and wait 5 minutes for a response.  If the response fails to come back, then it will dial and give a generic message to the boss stating I am sick and a health risk to the entire floor, and then hang up.  Pretty simple. 

     Lastly, Google should have the technology to make a self jerking apparatus for men.  Just a nice one size fits all machine that sits on my lap and when it senses any signs of depression or even a sad face, it will slowly begin to tug away at my man member.  The parts that touch the skin will be made from a synthetic rabbit fur soaked in Vaseline and treated with an internal stark chemical to prevent permanent staining.  Oh boy, that would make my life so much easier!  Who wants to have to stop what you’re doing just to get up and rub one out?  It’s such an inconvenience and tedious.  

     Come on Google, step your game up.

     Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Backyard Lion

What happens if you walk out in your backyard and next thing you know you’re face to face with a full grown lion?  Dead serious.  The way I see it, you have basically 3 options.  All of which will probably get you eaten by the lion anyway.  Just hope you don’t have to deal with a situation like this in the future. 

You step out of the back door.  You still have your head down and you turn around to make sure you have fully shut the door.  When you about face, the lion is about 3-4’ away from your vital organs.  Only 3 options exist because you are within one small leap of the exotic beast and it could leap at any time!

Option 1:

Option one is a passive approach, kinda like when you trip and then look around to see if anyone saw you instead of trying to play it off.  Use your soft inside voice, pitch it up kinda high and baby talk the lion as you slowly back step your way to the door.  This option at east gives you one baby back step towards the door before the lion eats you because he will be confused.  

The problem with option one, you may inadvertently maintain eye contact with the lion.  This implies that you think you are stronger and smart than the lion.  He will feel it is necessary as a lion to attack, maul and devour you just to protect his lion-hood.

Option 2:

Option two is more of a panic approach, like when you think you walk into a spider web and franticly swat at the spider that HAS to be on you even though you didn’t see it.  Scream, scream, scream, turn and attempt to run.  By the time you get the first stride down the lion is already over top of you deciding which part is going to be consumed first.  

The main issue with option two is the screaming part.  I don’t agree or disagree with the running action due to the fact that the door is so close but I would not turn my back on a full grown lion.  Lions like to chew slowly so unless he strikes your head first, you’re going to survive most of the consumption.

Option 3:

My personal favorite is option three.  This option is like walking in on your mom and dad banging it out, you didn’t see ANYTHING!  With this tactic, you simply stop right where you are, look away from the lion’s face and shit all in your pants.  Most people don’t know that lions will not eat shit.  If you shit your pants and then slowly grab chunks of the shit and smear it all over your clothes, arms, legs, face, ears, hair and especially in your mouth, the lion will have no choice but to leave you alone.

The problem with option three is that most people will not put shit in their mouths.  Don’t have so much pride people.  Either put shit in your mouth or be eaten by a full grown lion.  The choice is yours.

Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

How to get to sleep

Why does rubbing one out make us men so sleepy?  Why does jerkin my gerkin make me yawn and relax?  Why does raising the flag on my pole in rapid succession cause such a joyous tiredness?  Let’s discuss.

I learned this very quickly, every guy has.  When I’m having trouble sleeping I don’t reach for the Trazodone or the Nyquil.  When I can’t sleep I don’t make excuses or try to figure it out. If I can’t sleep, my meat I must beat.  Don’t look so appalled right now.  Ask ANY guy above the age of 13 or so and he will admit it.  I wouldn’t suggest going to your local middle school and randomly asking little boys if they get sleeping after blowing a load all over the keyboard.  You get put on a special list if you do that.

I don’t have any scientific facts to back this claim up except for my 15-16 years of experience.  I just pull up my favorite website, sit back and relax as much as possible, turn on some Barry White and get….it….ON!

Now if you do things correctly it shouldn’t take longer than 3-5 minutes.  However, if you can’t maintain your focus on the computer screen then you’ll find yourself sitting at that thing for over 30 minutes.  That’s when the tearing and bleeding begins for those of us that practice the dry rub.

The key is finding what you’re in the mood for right away.  Don’t browse, just know what you need to see and get it on that screen.  Make it quick, the purple headed yogurt slinger doesn’t appreciate being given an Indian rug burn for so long.  You don’t want to be up all night, that defeats the purpose of the sleepy tug and rub.  

I know what I know and now you know it too.

Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

 

Interesting Question

      Here’s one of life’s questions that may never poses a legitimate answer.  Generally, when a man is making love to a woman, the man will pull the woman’s long hair because it’s natural.  What do you do if you are a man with long hair and you’re banging out a chick with short hair?

   The way I see it, the chick is going to be pulling the man’s hair.  Now this could end multiple different ways if the man isn’t ready for this.  If someone pulled my hair (if I had long hair) then I would slap the shit out of them.  It would mess up my focus and my rhythm.  I ain’t got all night!

What if the guy reaches for the woman’s hair but it is so short that it is impossible to grab and maintain a firm grip.  That would just be awkward.  Then that would lead to a choking action and we all know how that could turn out.

During the heat of passion a hand around the throat could lead to a potential strangling.  It’s happened to me multiple times.  When I was younger I found myself the victim of multiple inadvertent strangling.  I would lose consciousness and wake up to a legit CPR mouth to mouth deal and continue about my business.  

Everyone out there needs to be very cautious if you find yourself in a situation of the hair reversal or the hand on the throat scenario.  You never know what could happen!

Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB

My Dude!!

     This is going to be an epic one people.  I really need participation on this.  You don’t even have to sign up, you can post an answer anonymously.  I would appreciate any readers to sign up to follow my blog.  It just looks good for me and it will motivate me to continue to come up with the stupid shit I come up with on a daily basis. 

Anyways, If you had to pick one person of the same sex to be with for the rest of your life and to have sexual intercourse with on live television, who would it be?  If you’re a woman, do you pick Scarlet Jo, Amber Heard, Jessica White or Jada Fire (DON’T GOOGLE JADA FIRE)?  If you’re a man, do you go for the obvious choices of  Clooney or Eric from True Blood?  Money is not an object in this.  So whether they are rich or poor, famous or one of the masses, it doesn’t matter.  Strictly superficial.

Let’s go to my obvious choice.  I would, without a shadow of a doubt, select Brad Pitt from the movie “Fight Club”.  There’s more than one scene in that movie where he is tearing up that chick Darla.  Oh, how I envied her.  You could wash some of the dirtiest clothes on that washboard set of abs he had.  Oh and that face!  So sharp and chiseled.

Next I’m going to go with my intellectual choice.  Christopher Nolan.  He’s not gorgeous like Brad, he’s not even somewhat handsome but the fact that his mind was able to help write and direct the Dark Knight movies makes me stiff as a board.  Whether you like Batman or not, the cinematic aspect of those movies made my wenis fill of with the power of 1000 rivers all trying to get out.  

Finally, my sincere pick.  Not many people are going to pick this one or even know him by his true name.  He slender, looks like he can move fast and I’m sure he has a heart of gold that will melt in my mouth, not in my hand like a nice big heart shaped M&M.  Joseph Gordon-Levitt, known for his roles in such films as The Lookout, Inception and The Dark Night Rises.  This guy looks like he could make love to me, maintain eye contact with me the entire time and cuddle me when we are finished.  I can see him as a gentle lover that can calm my fears and easy my transition into the word of gay butt sex.  Damn, he’s so cute!

Well, I put myself out there for the world to see me for what I really am.  Do the same!  Sign up, follow my blog and post up the 3 same sex partners you want the most!

Sleep well, Stay strong and most of all NEVER CONFORM!

-JB