What the hell is wrong with ants? OK, the other day I saw a cracker on the driveway, it was covered with ants. The next day there is the cracker still on the driveway but no ants. What the hell is that? Did they just want to sit on a cracker? That is what they consider a fun night out? Well it beats doing drugs I guess.

What is thanksgiving? A question that people outside of USA have been asking about for thousands of years. Which is silly, because it isn’t that old, but not surprising, as people like to gossip.
Here is the full story as I remember it:

We came to a Plymouth rock dealership, and our first year was very tough, before we started to eat each other, and not in the good way, Indians helped us out. We were so happy that they helped us, we named like 20 sports teams after them and the band Europe wrote a song about them. The song did reasonably well but not as good as other hits on the Final Countdown album.

So every year we eat a turkey, pour 40 ounces of gravy on the curb for our half dressed homies, the Indians.

We also get together with our families and not our Indian amigos. Why? Because they chew with their mouths open.

I don't live in the past. i use too. but back then we called it the present. capire l'amico?

If the question is you think your hot shit don’t you, the apparent incorrect answer is yes, hot and smelly.

At work we were once given the option to re-name the group that we were in. Since I am now the only person in my group, I decided on Lighting Cougars. Tuff, fast and irritable. That is my group to a tee. I am thinking of taking my group to vegas for some moral boost.

If only job ads said the truth:

Do you like sleeping around? 2 hour work days? How about lying and steeling? No, I’m not talking about some kind of dream job in porno murder heaven, I’m talking about the exciting world of real-estate. Or as I like to call it “people who sell land and sleep around.” No education necessary, high heels a plus.

So Halloween last night I decide to watch the darkest scariest movie I could dig up that was appropriate for a 4 year old “The Great pumpkin Charlie brown”
A black story about the darkest hour of some small kid who likes hanging out with pumpkins with his friend’s sister. If they were “of age” this would make some sense.
He ends up wasting time and ruining everything for his friend’s sister. Something else happened with a dog, but I nodded off.