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so today i'm driving home and i hear this disturbance near
my left arm. it's a gigantic bumble bee freaking out.
now, i'm not one of those bee pussies who spaz out when they're near one but i'm not an advocate of being stung by them neither.
i cannot explain to you enough how big this fucking thing was.
it was like, the biggest bee i've ever seen.

it was so big, instead of buzzing - it's wings made that swooshing noise you hear dragons making in old sci-fi movies. i bet it's stinger was as big as a hyperdermic needle. you know, the ones they use to penetrate your chest when you overdose and shoot a liter of adrenelin in to bring you back?

so here i am doing about 60mph, rolling down the windows and swatting at the beast who's flying aimlessly around my jeep as if he were under the influence. this made it even scarier because i started wondering if it had rabies! anyway, the fucker won't go out the window.. he'd get near it, the wind would take him and he'd fly right back in my face even angrier than he was before!

now i'm getting worried.. i could pull over but i don't because subconsciously i'm trying to convince myself that i'm too much of a man to do that and i notice in the mele' that i've actually sped up to about 70mph. i take my eyes off him for a second to get my bearings and make sure i'm still on the road and i feel the mother trucker crawling in my hair!
i got chills down my spine because he was so big that if he'd stung me it would've been like being impaled with a javelin!

i shoo him from my mane and i'm really getting angry now.
my pure survival instinct kicked in. i grabbed my sweet ass yellow corona cap and waited for my shot like a veteren russian sniper in the rubble of stalingrad stalking a nazi officer..
i sized him up until he was perfectly positioned near my windsheild and i squeezed the trigger. one well placed shot and he was dead.

when it was over.. i realized this war had lasted the entirety of Neil Youngs song, 'Heart Of Gold'. from now on, everytime i hear that song i will associate it with the ultimate triumph of man kind over natures beasts.

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2 1/2 stars out of five

good : the action/gore was pretty good for a cable show

the bad : this new 'Blade' female, there should be only 1 Blade.

Not bad, overall.

does anyone here play?

so i'm thinking of a spoof song that has the same syllables as For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica. You see what I have above so you can pick the best one. But anyway i was thinking as part of the song you can have some quasi-scat/vocalizations that accompany the guitar like that one guitar riff, you can go like this

(andante)
va-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-NA
va-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-NA
va-gi-gi-gi-GI-NA

Or was that guitar riff in One? I forget but I think I'm on the right track here.

from work and this girl with the most amazing ass I ever saw was paying for stuff at the counter. So as I drove off i noticed that same girl next to me in her car alone. So I sez, hey i saw you at the wawa a few minutes ago and I noticed that your butt is just perfect. Do you want to follow me back to my apartment for a few hours so I can look it in more detail. So she spit at me and called me a pig. I made the part up that would take balls but I was thinkin it, saw her, and that butt was perfect.

Except to say that I am hoping that the Gaza (aka Hamas) squatters are made very, very, very sorry for their recent actions.

Thank you.

I spent tonight at one of the hottest (formerly) clubs in NYC. It used to be called Suite 16. It was on E! Channels top 10 most exclusive clubs in the world a couple years ago. This was back when Britney Spears was hot and Nicole Ritchie was fat. Then the black people discovered the place. And then it became a “black” place, and everyone stopped going there. Then the bar had to close and rename itself to Boudoir. But the non-whites decided they still liked the place. I went there tonight for a birthday party. My major findings are thus: the three best adjectives to describe black people in NYC are: loud, carnal, and violent.

They are both loud in decibels and loud in appearance. They just sit there and scream like everyone wants to hear what they have to say while also making obscene asses of themselves. I happened to be a party for one of the chocolate faces, and I was forced to sit around their sub-human squealing for the last 8 hours as every non-white song came on the club’s system. “oooh, shit” and “yeah, nigga” were consistently squealed as they looked derisively as the cracker amongst the gorillas in the midst. They have no consideration for those around them. They scream at the top of their lungs. They look at you cross-eyed for occupying their negative space they happen to leap into you as they lurch about. They throw shit around like monkeys at the zoo. They throw empty glasses on the floor. It’s really indescribable how classless these (multiple separate groups of) people were.

From a physical perspective, their desire to make a spectacle of themselves is unparalleled. Maybe they are so used to racism that they have completely given up on drawing attention to themselves based on the merit of their minds, and just say “fuck it, I’m going to dress really weird so people notice me.” The women wear maternity clothes from the 70s. Insanely loud flower patterns in one-piece muumuus in which even Jan Brady wouldn’t be caught dead. There are also these fashion choices which seem like disasters to me, but will surely become en vogue in NYC over the next 6 months since we white people turn to blacks for fashion advice. They wear heavy sunglasses. Forgetting that it’s 3 AM. Forgetting that they are inside. Forgetting that inside there isn’t a light anywhere so even without glasses, and headlights, you still can’t see a damn thing. I’ve also seen a multitude of “them” wearing Bluetooth headsets. That just makes my blood boil. It’s 3AM on a Saturday night, and I see that incessant “notice me – I’m important”, blinking blue light. I want to rip their spines out. Not a soul on earth needs to wear a Bluetooth headset at that time. Why must they draw attention to themselves?

I am pretty sure that I saw some of them mating in public as well. As has been previously established, they have no consideration for those around them. They also have no shame. 300 pound women will wear bikinis to clubs because they think they look like J-Lo. Not only did I see a girl with here giant tits hanging out at the club while her boyfriend rubbed and kissed them, but I swear to God, I saw full-on intercourse. They are animals. All they do is fuck, fight and eat. The only difference between them and the lions I saw on safari is that they can develop full sentences, and even that is a tough job sometimes. There were multiple pairs rubbing and grinding throughout the club. It was quite uncomfortable.

The violence was also jarring. Not only did I see a 30 person fight that stopped the entire club, causing the music to stop like a 80s movie, and the lights to turn on (in which I’m pretty sure at least three people were killed), but there was also needless destruction throughout the bar. The toilet seats of in the bathroom were shattered and hanging off the bar. There was piss all over the floor and someone had shit in a trashbarrel. There was broken glass throughout the bar. Everything that was disgusting and repulsive that a human can do – that was their default.

And actually, there’s a fourth adjective. They are cheap as hell. The whole reason we went there was so this girl could meet some guy that looked like MTV’s “Sway”. Well Sway explicitly refused to pay for her cover charge, but I didn’t know that until after were got there, and I found out she had no money. So I had to pay $20 to let her in. He stood there and watched me pay for her to get in as he looked at his imitation Rolex and sent one of his baby-mammas a text on his sidekick. Which is interesting since he’s currently not employed. As soon as I got there, I ordered a round of drinks for the three people I came with as well as the two people we met there. Twenty minutes later one of them asked the two girls what they wanted while completely ignoring me as I stood right there. Sway ordered the 4 drinks, and was given a $36 tab. He gave the bartenderette two 20s. When he got his change, he left $1 as a tip. $1 fucking dollar. That more insulting than no tip. At least with no tip the bartender can fool themselves into thinking the guy forgot.

I wish I had a pad of paper with me tonight. Every 5 minutes I was baffled by another thing that was done by one of the hundreds of people at this place that just defied logic and common societal decency.

I know this rant may sound horrible racist, but it’s their fault. They did it. It’s people like them that create racism. If they were just normal and acted like white people then no one would be racist.