Not listening to my mom – When I was a teen, my mom warned me about my ex Liz. I didn’t listen. When Liz and I dated in 2009, my mom was cool and mostly kept her mouth shut. When Liz tried getting back in my life earlier this year, my mom warned me. I didn’t listen. Liz is a mess and a complete waste of time. Mom does know best.
Fighting with my friend Shannon – We have clearly patched things up. We went nearly two months without talking earlier this year. During that time a close friend of hers and a friend of mine, John, died. I can’t recall what I said to him last. That sucks.
Working things out with my ex Liz – I tried twice. Both times a complete waste of my time. I have nobody to blame but myself. She is a terrible person and pathological liar. Nothing more needs to be said.
Getting to know a girl at work – A girl asked me for my number at work. What a nut-job. I will never try talking to a girl at work ever again.
Meeting a girl from the internet – I know this is common these days. It’s not for me. I met this cute redhead named Lindsey. What a lying bitch. Took her out a few times. She is one of those girls who whine how bad men treat them. Yet, they lie to a decent guy like myself. Two weeks of my life wasted is better than six months – a year of my life wasted.
My roommate, who is one of my best friends, started talking to this girl from his work. He invited her over for dinner a few weeks back. Since it was their first date she brought a friend just in case he was going to try something. Guess who was stuck being his wing-man? That’s right, yours truly. Ole’ Bourbon had to make his friend look good.
I won’t lie. I really didn’t want to do it. I had to however. He has driven me home many nights when I’m drunk. He’s also one of the best people I’ve ever met, hence why he is one of my best friends. So I went through with it. They arrived and in came two very lovely ladies. We sat down for dinner and then there was quietness. Being the loud ass I am, I started making jokes. My roommate and his date sat there shy while me and her friend talked and talked.
To be honest, I had a good time. I thought both girls, mainly the one I had to chat with were cool. After talking to my roommate, we agreed we should make a double date again. This is when the true colors of these bitches came out. I am happy for once; I made the right judgment call about these two. I’ve lost a many battles letting my heart (or boner) take over my common sense level.
First, I added the girl my friend was talking to on Facebook. Her profile said she was seeing a guy who was not my roommate. Our friend Shannon and I both questioned him about this. He gave us two different stories. I quickly deleted the girl. I knew right then and there I did not trust her at all. Of course they also canceled the double date on us at the last second. Right then and there I was done with both of them. I kept my mouth shut toward my roommate. He is his own man. He can make his own choices.
I know nothing about the girl I tried getting to know. I didn’t ask my roommate things after they ditched us. He however, has made a few dates with the one he likes. She has ditched him at least three more times I know about. Something always “comes up” last second. I have said nothing. Shannon, who agrees 100% with me, has said nothing. It’s his life, let him waste it.
This brings me to December 10, 2012. I was invited to dinner. He was meeting the two girls and a guy they all work with. I was bored and had to work that night. Hell, I went. At first I thought everything was good. I noticed the girl I once tried talking to was very quiet when compared to last time. Other than that, it seemed like a decent get together. We made jokes, told stories and talked. Then the girl I once wanted to get to know showed how much of a cunt she is to say the least.
I ordered a chicken sandwich with no tomatoes. I hate tomatoes. When my food came the girl said something along the lines of, “Is your sandwich good? Did they leave the tomatoes off? We would hate to see you have an allergic reaction to them and die.” Now, this bitch had only met me once prior to this. Who the fuck makes this joke? If my friend Shannon made this joke, okay, maybe I wouldn’t react badly. I mean, we are close and good friends. This bitch doesn’t know me.
A few minutes later she said, “I wish I could just look at you and catch you on fire.” Again, who the fuck does this cunt think she is? She’s cute but I’ve had way better. Shit, my ex Liz looks better than her. The girl waiting on us looked much, much better. I kept my cool and said very little. Then after hearing more of her comments I finally got my chance. Her grandmother called. Being the prick I am, I said something along the lines of “Oh cute, an old person is calling.”
The girl my friend likes looked at me and said, “You jerk.” Which in return, I just smiled and said; “Now you’re getting to know me.” When the other one got off the phone she said something like “Motherfucker, who do you think you are?” My point exactly. You don’t know me, yet you wish I would die of an allergic reaction or catch on fire. I made a joke about an old person. Not like your grandmother knows where she is. Hell, she probably shit her pants while on the phone. Why was she even calling at 730 PM? Isn’t “Matlock” or reruns of the “Andy Griffith Show” on?
I’m stopping there. It didn’t run my night. It actually gave me a chuckle. I laughed because I kept my cool. I was at one of my favorite hangouts. I did not want to disrespect the owner. Second, I kept thinking if Liz would have been cool, she would have more than likely been there. She would have laid one or both of those bitches out. Why get mad or upset? I’m not even mad writing this. I love sharing my personal experiences with others. I actually had a good night, besides working later that night.
Hopefully my roommate will see what I saw a few weeks back. These bitches are white trash. I am above them and am thankful I didn’t waste a dime on a double date. I have and can, do better than either one of them. My roommate also can. Unlike me, he needs to grow some hair on those balls. I consider myself a nice guy. I am loyal, trustworthy, dedicated, giving and I love those who are close to me. The difference between my roommate and me is simple. He lets people walk all over him. I put them in their places.
God of Thunder – No virgins kneeled before me. However, my luck with women has been good (sex wise; not dating wise) this year. I’ve had a lot of fun this year to say the least. I want to settle down with one woman but until then, I will have my fun.
Great Expectations – When I meet women I keep my expectations low. Don’t get me wrong, I have standards and want something long-term and real. I never catch a break though. I saw a friend’s cousin. What drama that turned out to be. I tried talking to a girl at work. Wow, what a nut-case. I gave my ex another chance. What a dumb bimbo and a complete waste of time.
Shout It Out Loud – I hate people who are crazy and bitch. I picked up an ex and tried being a nice guy. The bitch got jealous about a better looking girl at the bar who spoke to me. She whined that I take her home. I agreed. After minutes of non-stop bitching, she demanded I pull over and let her out. I agreed. Then the bitch refused to get out of my car. Of course I won the battle and the bitch walked home. My eardrums are still ringing from her drama ass crying.
Do You Love Me – Apparently our “loving” God has a great sense of humor. He likes to taunt me with fake ass women that play games. Can’t a white cracker like me have some love? What more does a white face have to do?
Time for that Louisville’s Strange Brew asshole our fans love. I have enjoyed writing the nice blogs all month. I love talking from the heart. Everything I wrote is true. I meant all I said about my niece Michaela. Everything about my ex Ashley is true. My friend Shannon is the best friend anyone could ever have, just like the blog stated. My vacation in 2009 with Liz was perfect. All of those blogs came from the heart.
After tonight, I need a break from this pussy ass blogging. Time to really speak my mind and say what needs to be said. I am sick of turning the other cheek. Life isn’t always pretty. Life isn’t always love stories, tear jerkers and happy trees with red roses growing next to them. Life can be ugly. People use people, lie and mislead people. Some people are worthless, sad and pathetic beings. So let’s for one second forget the nice blogs (even though I am going to keep writing them this month).
Longtime readers have seen my blogs about Liz Hanes. Again, nothing I have written has ever been a lie. I tried being in her life seven months ago. Like when she was 14, 20 or 24, nothing has changed. She lies, tries to use and mislead people. Unlike when I was a kid, that shit doesn’t fly. I put her in her place when I was 27, seven months ago and now. Nobody and I mean nobody, walks on me. She is no different.
I am going to save time and skip over my young teen days with Liz. All kids are dumb. So fuck that period of time. When I was in my early 20’s I tried talking to Liz. Since I was drug free and didn’t abuse hard drugs I wasn’t “good enough” for her. No lost here. I dated a much sexier girl named Jessica who was also much better in bed than her. After Jessica and a few obscure women, I dated Ashley who was much, much sexier than Liz and way, way better in bed. So win, win for me.
Liz and I lost touch for a few years. At age 27 I ran across Liz. We ended up dating. It was me being dedicated trying to be a real man. I wanted something real, long-term and serious. She was too busy lying, flirting with ex’s and using drugs. She has no money due to drug related court charges, wrecking cars while drunk and ect. That is what happens when you are a stupid ass bitch. I feel no remorse. You get what you deserve.
Recently Liz contacted me wanting to talk. I should have listened to my mom who has always been right about this dumb cunt. Unlike my mom, I love forgiveness. I listen to every single thing Liz said. I have no issue in being friends. I love having friends. Like always Liz is fake and a waste of time. I would rather pick my nose, watch “The Nanny” for 24 straight hours or stripped search by Rosanne Barr than have wasted my time on Liz. Mom does know best.
When I got with Liz back in 2009, she had wrecked a car (drug related charges). Later during our relationship, Liz bought a new car. She wrecked that in less than two years after we broke up. When we talked seven months ago she had yet another car. It has been wrecked due to drunk driving. What more needs to be said? The girl is just as dumb as she was when we were dumb ass kids. It was cute then. Now it’s sad. Really sad.
It’s funny because the girl has a decent job (one where she has stolen money from and lied to). She has hardly any money to her name. Half the time her phone is cut off due to not paying it. She is currently paying off a car she wrecked while drunk. God knows what else is keeping her from having money. I don’t care and nor do I have the time to give a shit. As for shit, I rather take one right now than care.
Once upon a time, maybe I was a fool. Back when I was 16 or 17, Liz ran over me. Bitch, please. Those days have been long over. She only contacted me being friendly because the broke ass poor bitch has no money and no car. She figured nice Mike would give a fuck. Here’s the thing, I would have if she wasn’t a lying selfish brat who lies nonstop. Since she is all of the things I just named, LOL. Bitch, I ain’t got time for you.
Liz always tried to make me feel bad by saying I don’t talk bad about my friends. She is 100% right. My friends are great people. They are honest people. They care about others. They love others. My friends are the best people of all-time. They treat me with respect and love. Why would I talk down to them? Here for instance are my best friends –
John – Most honest person I’ve ever met. Great all around guy that hardly ever says anything negative about others. Been my best friend since I was 14 or 15.
Brett – My current roommate (John’s brother). Has been my DD driver many times. One of the most honest and caring people of all-time.
Shannon – She treats me like family. Met me later in life and never once held my past against me. I can talk to her about anything and she cares – good or bad.
I could go on and show more info on my friends. I think the info above is enough. Here is what I can say about Liz –
Liz – Pathological Liar
Some may look at this as being mean. Nope, not at all. I have gone out of my way for her. I saved her ass once when she was left downtown when she was a teen. I forgave her countless times. I let her lies go overlooked. Even against my mom’s advice (which was correct), I took Liz’s side. Sorry, I am done with her shit. I have no guilt. I have no remorse. She has caused my dislike toward her. I feel nothing. I don’t feel bad about anything.
She is what she is. My life is great. Like I told Shannon a few days ago. I don’t need a girlfriend to be happy. I have friends like Shannon. I love my family. I enjoy my job 80% of the time. I love my hobbies. I could care less about Liz, her drama and what bad happens to her. I really hate to say this but she deserves all the bad that has, and is currently happening to her. She is no better than she was when she was 14, 20, 24 or seven months ago. She has never once showed a sign of changing.
I may have lied. I do have one regret. I regret ever once being there for her. Liz has never once appreciated anything I’ve done for her. I wish I would have done the good things I did for her to Ashley. I wish I would have been a better friend toward Shannon. I wish I would have been a better person toward my parents. Those people deserved it. Liz deserves the bad.
To sum things up is simple –
- 1. I got away from a liar
- 2. I got away from a drunk driver
- 3. I got away from a broke ass
- 4. I got away from a user
- 5. I got away from a selfish bitch
I am going to end by getting way off topic. There is a girl named Allie that works at the new Highlands Taproom. She is cute as a button. She is sweet. My friend Emily, who works with Shannon, has beautiful blue eyes. There is a girl named Alex who also works at the new Taproom. She has a face an of angel. These girls deserve to hear sweet things. They are decent people. These are the people I need to say nice things to. They care. They give a shit.
Not a fan, but what a shock. I loved watching him get beaten to a pulp by Julius Caesar Chavez. Boxing did lose one of it’s biggest names of all-time today.
His death was reported by Dr. Ernesto Torres, the director of the Centro Médico trauma center in Puerto Rico, who said Camacho had a heart attack and died a short time later after being taken off life support. He was declared brain dead on Thursday.
The police said that Camacho was shot in the left side of the face on Tuesday night as he sat in a black Ford Mustang with a friend, The Associated Press reported. The bullet fractured his vertebrae and was lodged in his shoulder when he was taken to the Puerto Rico Medical Center. The friend, Adrian Mojica Moreno, was also killed.
The police said that two men fled the scene in a sport utility vehicle but that no arrests had been made. They said that nine bags of cocaine were found in Moreno’s pockets and that a 10th was found open in the car.
Fighting in bouts sanctioned by professional boxing’s myriad organizing bodies, Camacho, who was widely known as Macho Camacho, won titles as a super featherweight (maximum 130 pounds), a lightweight (135 pounds) and a junior welterweight (140 pounds). In his last title bout, at age 35 in 1997, he fought at 147 pounds and lost to the welterweight champion Oscar De La Hoya.
Terrifically agile and fast afoot, Camacho had a sackful of canny tricks gleaned from his teenage years as a street fighter; he was known occasionally to spin his opponents 180 degrees and reach around to punch them from behind. Rather than a slugger, he was a precise, impossibly rapid-fire puncher and deft counterpuncher who early on drew the admiration of the boxer who was then the avatar of hand speed, Sugar Ray Leonard.
“Not only quick, but accurate,” Leonard said in 1982 after watching Camacho, then a super featherweight, dispatch Johnny Sato in four rounds. He added: “I told him that people are always asking who’s going to take my place. I told him he could.”
Jennifer Aniston played in this suck ass movie…..
Matthew Mcconaughey played a crazed killer who loved eating other humans in the shitty remake of “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre”.
I’m sure Mr. Eastwood wished this movie was never made, as do I.
Lately I have been getting “hate mail” via email and even on my Facebook. It seems a few friends of my ex aren’t happy with things I’ve said on this blog. And here’s my comeback. I don’t give a shit. I may say mean things but everything on this site besides our satire articles is TRUE. You don’t like the truth, don’t read this website. It’s really that simple.
Mean – What is mean? Is being honest mean? If that’s the case, I’m the meanest asshole on earth and proud of it.
Hateful – I don’t think my articles are hateful. If people don’t won’t negative things wrote about them, don’t be a worthless person in life.
Lies – Nothing on this website I write is a lie. I tell the truth whether it’s good or bad.
Truth – The truth shall set you free. Seriously, I love the truth. I would rather somebody spit in my face than lie to me. When someone lies to you, they have no respect for you. This is why I don’t lie. This is why this site has a small (620 followers as of today) but loyal fanbase.
I could say more. No need though. Haters are gonna hate. And the staff here at Louisville’s Strange Brew could care less. Email someone that gives a shit.
An incomparable career narrative that spanned more than six decades now reads like one of the Greek tragedies the late Joe Paterno always loved: Paterno’s legacy has been irreparably stained by findings that the iconic Penn State football coach concealed information for years that could have stopped a sexual predator.
The conclusions of former FBI director Louis Freeh, who drew on more than 400 interviews and 3 million documents over a nearly eight-month independent investigation of Penn State’s sexual assault scandal as requested by the school, have complicated and sullied the image of major-college football’s all-time winningest coach. Freeh found that Paterno was among five Penn State senior leaders who covered up information to avoid bad publicity after they became aware of sexual molestation allegations against Paterno’s former longtime defensive coordinator Jerry Sandusky, who was convicted last month of 45 counts of sexual abuse. Freeh said Paterno could have stopped the sexual abuses “if he wished.”
“The facts are the facts,” Freeh said of Paterno. “He was an integral part of the act to conceal.”
Within hours of Thursday morning’s release of the 267-page report, Nike moved to remove Paterno’s name from the child development center on Nike Campus in Beaverton, Ore. Nike’s endorsement deal with Paterno had been longer than with any college coach at the time Paterno died in January at 85.