We are a mere 8 days away from Valentine's Day. Did you buy your sweetheart something? If you're a man, of course not! Valentine's Day is just another way of bitches to pilfer more of our money for themselves. "If you loved me, you'd buy me candy, flowers, take me out to an expensive dinner and not cum in my hair." Wrong, skank! The simple fact I'm allowing you to be seen in public with me is proof enought that I only tolerate you for enough to keep your cooter around!
So is Valentine's Day really the day to "express your love" to your partner? No, this is the true meaning fucktard! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine's_Day It's yet another Catholic holiday that Hallmark and cunt's have decided to capatilize on and emasculate men. If you really want to show some sort of love to your partner on this day like the rest of the sheeple, then maybe cut her a break and try not to splooge in her eye...shoot your man goo in her ass! She'll love you for it later!
Today marks the 35th anniversary for the U.S. Supreme Court’s landmark decision on abortion. This has caused many debates about exactly when life begins. Some feel it’s at conception, most notably the Catholic Church. Others feel life doesn’t begin until birth. Now I feel it’s time for me to weigh in on abortion and when life begins. Fasten your seatbelts, kids!
Roe v. Wade has to be the greatest decision ever! If children were born to unfit parents, then that’s more children that we, the tax paying citizens, end up paying for. It’s just better for everyone that these leeches on society are exterminated before they have time to really sink their teeth into us all.
As for when life begins, in my experiences life ends once you’re born! Thanks to laws and Republicans, have you ever been able to do what you wanted? I would love to just stab a couple of people in the throat so they would stop yapping, but apparently there are laws against that! If I can’t punch a broad in the stomach because she tries to claim I’m the father of her baby, then what’s the point in living?
If you don’t think the same way I do, I will give you this example. If I could have kicked the rat-slut that claimed I was the father of her black kid in the uterus, then my life would have been a lot easier, and maybe I wouldn’t be so angry (though I doubt it!).
In closing, if someone could fire bomb all of these “Pro-Life” supporters that will be marching in Washington, D.C. today, I would erect a statue in your honor.
Roe v. Wade has to be the greatest decision ever! If children were born to unfit parents, then that’s more children that we, the tax paying citizens, end up paying for. It’s just better for everyone that these leeches on society are exterminated before they have time to really sink their teeth into us all.
As for when life begins, in my experiences life ends once you’re born! Thanks to laws and Republicans, have you ever been able to do what you wanted? I would love to just stab a couple of people in the throat so they would stop yapping, but apparently there are laws against that! If I can’t punch a broad in the stomach because she tries to claim I’m the father of her baby, then what’s the point in living?
If you don’t think the same way I do, I will give you this example. If I could have kicked the rat-slut that claimed I was the father of her black kid in the uterus, then my life would have been a lot easier, and maybe I wouldn’t be so angry (though I doubt it!).
In closing, if someone could fire bomb all of these “Pro-Life” supporters that will be marching in Washington, D.C. today, I would erect a statue in your honor.
The WIC program has got to be one of the worst wastes of money anyone could come up with. For those who don't know, WIC stands for Women, Infants, and Children, though I like my definition better, since it is more appropriate.
The goal for this "WIC" shit is to make sure low-income women are able to get supplemental foods, such as milk, eggs, cheese, cereal, etc. for themselves and their children at the expense of the tax-payers. That's right, people. Because millions of sluts couldn't keep their legs shut, we are paying for their mistakes. Rewarding irresponsible sex is the name of this game.
Now, WIC comes in the form of special checks. You heard me bitch about checks before, but personal checks are nothing compared to these babies. Let's run down the list of all the shit required to process these paper warheads:
First, you must compare the WIC ID to the check to make sure they are authorized to use the check. Obviously, we wouldn't want beggars on the street getting free food that we, in our infinite wisdom, reserved for sluts and hoes.
Second, there are two dates on the check, between which the check must be used, or it is invalid. I really love it when bitches try to use five WIC checks six minutes before midnight on the last day (true story). The checks give these retards about a month to use them!
Third, a special code must be punched into the register to tell it that it is a WIC transaction. This is easy enough, unless you forget and scan an item first, which is a pain in the ass to fix.
Fourth, you have to pay attention to the list of items on the check. Yes, that's right. You have to read a damn checklist, because not all WIC checks cover the same products. Apparently, not all skanks are created equal.
Fifth, after the items are scanned, the check is to be filled out, and another special code must be entered to tell the machine that a WIC check is coming, which wasn't obvious from the fucking WIC transaction code! On top of that, the first of the two dates must be entered to verify that it is within the time constraints.
Sixth, feed the check into the endorser, complete the transaction, and tell the bitch to fuck off and never return. After all, you are trained to be polite to the customer.
I'm sorry, but all of this waste of time over checks is ridiculous. We don't actually have food stamps any more. We have cards similar to debit cards. So, why the hell are we still using checks for WIC, damn it! Actually, screw that, because WIC shouldn't even exist to begin with. If someone's child is in danger of starving to death, then let them die, and let the bitch mourn over her failure to deny the dick. If you have to be a leech, then you are not worthy of life, and you're probably not worthy of any afterlife that you may believe in.
The goal for this "WIC" shit is to make sure low-income women are able to get supplemental foods, such as milk, eggs, cheese, cereal, etc. for themselves and their children at the expense of the tax-payers. That's right, people. Because millions of sluts couldn't keep their legs shut, we are paying for their mistakes. Rewarding irresponsible sex is the name of this game.
Now, WIC comes in the form of special checks. You heard me bitch about checks before, but personal checks are nothing compared to these babies. Let's run down the list of all the shit required to process these paper warheads:
First, you must compare the WIC ID to the check to make sure they are authorized to use the check. Obviously, we wouldn't want beggars on the street getting free food that we, in our infinite wisdom, reserved for sluts and hoes.
Second, there are two dates on the check, between which the check must be used, or it is invalid. I really love it when bitches try to use five WIC checks six minutes before midnight on the last day (true story). The checks give these retards about a month to use them!
Third, a special code must be punched into the register to tell it that it is a WIC transaction. This is easy enough, unless you forget and scan an item first, which is a pain in the ass to fix.
Fourth, you have to pay attention to the list of items on the check. Yes, that's right. You have to read a damn checklist, because not all WIC checks cover the same products. Apparently, not all skanks are created equal.
Fifth, after the items are scanned, the check is to be filled out, and another special code must be entered to tell the machine that a WIC check is coming, which wasn't obvious from the fucking WIC transaction code! On top of that, the first of the two dates must be entered to verify that it is within the time constraints.
Sixth, feed the check into the endorser, complete the transaction, and tell the bitch to fuck off and never return. After all, you are trained to be polite to the customer.
I'm sorry, but all of this waste of time over checks is ridiculous. We don't actually have food stamps any more. We have cards similar to debit cards. So, why the hell are we still using checks for WIC, damn it! Actually, screw that, because WIC shouldn't even exist to begin with. If someone's child is in danger of starving to death, then let them die, and let the bitch mourn over her failure to deny the dick. If you have to be a leech, then you are not worthy of life, and you're probably not worthy of any afterlife that you may believe in.
I'm at church this morning, and the cantor (person leading everyone in song) is this woman who is tone deaf as all hell. Seriously, fingernails on a chalkboard sound more in tune than this bitch. I sing at church, and don't claim to be the next Pavoratti or anything, but I do have one of the better voices among the congregation. So the cantor decides to open her yap and belt out some horrid notes that were no where near what the organist was playing. I stood there, crossed my arms and stared directly at her. Well she saw me and it threw her off even more!
Then at the end of mass, some girl came up to the pulpit to invite everyone to the Catholic High School open house next weekend. Well this made the cantor feel she had to tell us that she went there and starts to tell a story. I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to give her the "wrap it up" sign. I thought I did it where she couldn't see, but I was wrong. As I was leaving the church, she chases me down and asks "Sir, do you like to sing?" I just kept walking and said no, and continued my beeline out of the church. I hear her say "Well I heard you singing to all the songs", which couldn't be farther from the truth. My father was, but it's not like she could confuse us. There were only 40 people or so at mass. I know she wanted to try and put the "If you think you can do better, than you do it" guilt trip on me, but I would have felt odd telling some middle aged skank to fuck off in the house of the Lord.
When I get into the truck, I tell my father what happens and he says "I know she can't sing, but you shouldn't have given her the sign to cut the commentary...but I'm glad you did". Nothing like being the spokesman for the mob!
Then at the end of mass, some girl came up to the pulpit to invite everyone to the Catholic High School open house next weekend. Well this made the cantor feel she had to tell us that she went there and starts to tell a story. I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to give her the "wrap it up" sign. I thought I did it where she couldn't see, but I was wrong. As I was leaving the church, she chases me down and asks "Sir, do you like to sing?" I just kept walking and said no, and continued my beeline out of the church. I hear her say "Well I heard you singing to all the songs", which couldn't be farther from the truth. My father was, but it's not like she could confuse us. There were only 40 people or so at mass. I know she wanted to try and put the "If you think you can do better, than you do it" guilt trip on me, but I would have felt odd telling some middle aged skank to fuck off in the house of the Lord.
When I get into the truck, I tell my father what happens and he says "I know she can't sing, but you shouldn't have given her the sign to cut the commentary...but I'm glad you did". Nothing like being the spokesman for the mob!
This is quite possibly the greatest commercial known to man! Enjoy!
On a side note, is it sad that I already have my 40 hours for the pay week, and it's only Tuesday?