gay assholes

There is something about bitchy gay men that transcends the worst of straight men. Especially fags with a mission. I encountered a whole string of them at work. They were all desperate to get tickets for a party in San Francisco - mind you, I'm in Los Angeles. At work, we sold these tickets as a public service and generated no revenue from it (it was a fundraiser). Several self-righteous queens threw temper tantrums over the whole ordeal - as we ran out. One particularly venemous skink had the nerve to insist that I do something about it. Hmmm.... customer comes first...major dilemma... ears are blowing steam... and I bite my forked tongue and don't strike back.

More later as I cool down.

Make The Pie Higher!

A hilariously funny assemblage by Washington Post columnist Richard Thompson. These are frighteningly real quotes from our moron of a President. If you are a pussy-assed right winger - you can verify the authenticity at: http://www.snopes.com/politics/bush/piehigher.asp

Help prevent Mad Cowboy Disease - because culling is the only cure.

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MAKE THE PIE HIGHER!

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
And potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet
Become more few?

How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.

I know that the human being
And the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope,
Where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher!

Make the pie higher!

Fifty Percent

50%

That's the percentage of bottoms who actually show up.

That has been my percentage for the past 2 years. Sadly kind of like a golf handicap or bowling average.

It happened again tonight, although this one just seemed to think that a message at 12:30AM makes up for not standing by a commitment to meet at 10PM. It's 2AM now and I'm still steamed.

I wonder where these guys are playing? There must be an abundance of Tops if they can just jack us around. I take an invitation to play as a serious thing -- an appointment that deserves all professional courtesy. Heck, just good manners would be nice.

I usually demand to meet at a bar first. That way I can salvage the evening with friends if I get stood up. I thought the one tonight was mature enough to not need this step...

...I guess I was wrong.