He's VERY excited!!!  See???  Isn't he a handsome boy????

 

 

 

 

 

I'm watching the movie 'The Brave One' ,with Jodie Foster!  If you haven't seen it........ then maybe you shouldn't!!   VERY intense!  It's great but a little hard to handle!!   Thank God the wife fell asleep!!!!    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Things You Are Wearing Right Now: Black sweats and white running shoes, but PLEASE don't make me run!!

Two things you want (or have) in a relationship: Humor and............ Oh Yeah!!  SEX!!!!!  lol

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back to Country Music this week and I'll be playing my favorites.    Tomorrow is yet another dental appointment.  But this one is just adjusting!!  Doing pretty well!!  I have my Dremel  tool and I've been trying to make my dentues comfy, but DAMN!!  There's this one spot where........... Nevermind.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I have one more Beatles song that I want to play then it's back to Country.  It was fun but really..  I've been having withdrawls!  But I promised certain people and it was fun!  Plus, I have downloaded some new stuff that I think you'll like....... that is, if you people even listen!!  LOL   But that's OK too!  I mainly do it for me and to annoy HaphazardKat.... who I think is starting to come around!  HAH!  Plus, I need to get the R U Serious 'theme song' back up here!!  That will be tomorrow. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a transcript of an actual cybersex session. As all of you are well aware, computers are often used to engage in cybersex. Details and fantasies are typed into the computer to be instantly transmitted over then Internet.  Sometimes these harmless fantasies become fairly raunchy. This is not the case with the following transcript of an actual on-line cybersex session. Either this guy is clueless or has the greatest sense of humor known to mankind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, Mrs S is at Staples Center tonight, yet again, watching a Hockey game between the L.A.Kings and Calgary Flames.  Yeah.... I'll be here watching the Anaheim Ducks on TV!     I mean REALLY!!  The Kings suck!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Have a GREAT weekend everyone!!  I plan to!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Day 1.
Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to
celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he
locked himself in the bathroom and cried.

 
Day 2.
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he
says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he
tell me something I don't know! I mean, he actually thinks I
haven't noticed.

 
Day 3.
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw
a picture of Nelson's Column and burst into tears.

 
Day 4.
A miracle has happened! There's a new drug on the market that
will fix his problem.' It's called Viagra. I told him that if he
takes Viagra, things would be just like they were on our wedding
night. I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac with the
Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood.

Day 5.
What absolute bliss!!.

 
Day 6.
Isn't life wonderful, but it's difficult to write while he's doing
that.

 
Day 7.
This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended!
Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like a
Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But, have to
admit it's very nice - I don't think I've ever been so happy.

 
Day 8.
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday,instead of
mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed whacker.
I'm also getting a bit sore down there.

 
Day 9.
No time to write. He might catch me.

 
Day 10.
Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so
much. And to make matters worse, he's washing the Viagra down
with neat whisky! What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over....

 

Day 11.
I'm basically being screwed to death. It's like living with a
Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the
bed. Even my armpits hurt. He's a complete pig.

 
Day 12.
I wish he was gay. I've stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my
teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even
yawning has become dangerous ...

 
Day 13.
Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's like
going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he
tries that "Oops, sorry" thing again, I'll kill the bastard.

 
Day 14.
I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even
started dressing like a nun but this just seems to make him more
horny. Help me.

 
Day 15.
I think I'll have to kill him. I'm starting to stick to
everything I sit on. The cat and dog won't go near him and our
friends don't come over any more. Last night I told him to go and
f**k himself and he did.

 
Day 16.
The bastard has started to complain about headaches. I hope the
bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the
Viagra and going back on Prozac.

 
Day 17.
Switched the pills but it doesn't seem to have made any
difference......Christ !!! here he comes again.

 
Day 18.
He's back on Prozac. The lazy sod just sits there in
front of the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and
expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!!.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mr. Baker,

As an employee of an institution of higher education, I have a few very basic expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superior shares an intellect that ranges above the common ground squirrel.

 
After your consistent and annoying harassment of myself, and my
co-workers during the commission of our duties, I can only surmise that you are one of the few true genetic wastes of our time.

Asking me, a network administrator, to explain every little nuance of everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen.
I was hired because I know about Unix, and you were apparently hired to provide amusement to myself and other employees, who watch you vainly attempt to understand the concept of "cut and paste" for the hundredth time.

You will never understand computers. Something as incredibly simple as binary still gives you too many options. You will also never understand why people hate you, but I am going to try and explain it to you, even though I am sure this will be just as effective as telling you what an IP is.

Your shiny new iMac has more personality than you ever will. You walk around the building all day, shiftlessly looking for fault in others. You have a sharp-dressed, useless look about you that may have worked for your interview, but now that you actually have responsibility, you pawn it off on overworked staff, hoping their talent will cover for your glaring ineptitude.

 
In a world of managerial evolution, you are the blue-green algae that everyone else eats and laughs at. Managers like you are a sad proof of the Dilbert principle.

Seeing as this situation is unlikely to change without you getting a full frontal lobotomy, I am forced to tender my resignation, however I have a few parting points.

1. When someone calls you in reference to employment, it is illegal to give me a bad recommendation. The most you can say to hurt me is "I prefer not to comment." I will have friends randomly call you over the next couple of years to keep you honest, because I know you would be unable to do it on your own.

2. I have all the passwords to every account on the system, and I know every password you have used for the last five years. If you decide to get cute, I am going to publish your "favourites list", which I conveniently saved when you made me "back up" your useless files. I believe that terms like "Lolita" are not usually viewed favourably by the administration.

3. When you borrowed the digital camera to "take pictures of your 
mothers b-day", you neglected to mention that you were going to take pictures of yourself in the mirror nude. Then you forgot to erase them like the techno-moron you really are. Suffice it to say I have never seen such odd acts with a ketchup bottle, but I assure you that those have been copied and kept in safe places pending the authoring of a glowing letter of recommendation. (Try to use a spell check please, I hate having to correct your damn mistakes.)

Thank you for your time, and I expect the letter of recommendation on my desk by 8:00 am tomorrow, not ONE minute later. One word of this to anybody and all of your little twisted repugnant obsessions will be open to the public. Never screw with your systems administrators, because they know what you do with all your free time.

Sincerely,

Ted Brewer