I was checking our email. We had a complaint from a Hispanic woman. She said we talk about all people besides Hispanic people. This blog is dedicated to Hispanic people. Enjoy.
BTW, Bourbon had a fling with his friend’s cousin who’s half Puerto Rican… Does that count?
I have not eaten a Thanksgiving dinner with my own family in 6 or 7 years. It’s not that I am not close with my family. I am close with my parents, two of my sisters and some of my nieces and nephews. Sadly, our family’s Thanksgiving is held at my sister’s house that I do not speak with. I would rather skip dinner there because of her hatred toward other family members, her bad mouthing of other family members and a lot more drama that is unnecessary.
Three years ago my friend Shannon invited me to her mom’s house for Thanksgiving. That was the first time in a few years that I had sat down with other people for Thanksgiving. Even though most holidays are just days to me, I sort of forgotten how great it feels to be around people you care about. This year made the third year in a row I have ate dinner over there. It’s like being around family away from family.
I’m very thankful that I have a great group of friends. Actually, they are the best friends anyone could ever have. They are some of the most giving and caring people I’ve ever met. They treat people like family. They go out of their way even when it’s not necessary. It’s hard to leave. When you try to leave most of them beg you to stay. Most people can’t wait when guests leave. Not them. They want you to eat more turkey, fill your gut with sweets and drink another beer.
Thanksgiving to me is just another day. I only care about it now because it gives me a chance to be around the closest thing I have besides my own family. I could care less about the tradition behind Thanksgiving. Getting a hug from Kathy, having Keith make one of his inside jokes about me or seeing Shannon smile is all I care about. I don’t even like most Thanksgiving food. I can say for the third straight year that there’s no other place I would rather be than where I was. That is what I’m thankful for.
Go ahead, laugh. BBW women are great. They are easy to please.
You call her nasty. I call her an easy “lay”.
Turning her down means another black man get’s laid!
Sick of your date not eating all her food? She will!
Due to one crazy, I’ve already seen the state of Colorado talk about changing gun laws. Why? Why should honest gun owners suffer due to one nut-case?
Guns don’t kill. Idiots kill people. My dad always owned guns. I own guns. Not once has one of my guns raped a woman by gunpoint, taken someone hostage, did a drive by, robbed someone or murdered someone.
Meet Charles A. Robbins. Some punk broke in his home. As an honest gun owner, he did what he had to do. He shot the punk dead. I would have done the same. Guns protect the innocent daily.
Cute, huh? Also very yummy in chilli and as a steak sandwich. Do we want hunters not to own guns?
If you don’t like guns, don’t own them. It’s that simple. Stop bitching to gun owners like myself of why they are bad. I don’t ask you to like them or to shoot them. Stop telling me what my rights are.
My alter-ego “T-Bone With A-1″ along with my .38 special.
(Yeah, eat shit ass-fuck!)
Service – What a fucking joke. There was nobody in line in front of me when I entered. I only saw three people inside eating along with 3-4 cars in the drive-thru. Yet it took them nearly five minutes to complete my order. Most of the staff is Mexican. Nothing wrong with being Mexican, just learn fucking English so you don’t mess my order up. The 16-17 year-old girl who took my order was dumb. I had to repeat a simple order three times before she understood it. At least she had a nice ass and wore sagging pants. Every time she bent over I could see her panties. I only wish I could be 16-17 again!
Store – I believe the store had an 88% rating, which is a B. The store floors were dirty looking.
Food – First off, it was wrong. They gave my fries instead of onion rings. Once they corrected that I left for home. The Burger, a Whopper was cold and not very good at all. The onions were way too strong. Onion rings were soggy. The best part about the meal was the damn drink. I guess they haven’t figured out a way to fuck that up yet.
Final say – Don’t eat at this piece of shit place!
The White kid that thinks he’s ghetto – He grew up in an all white area better than most of could have ever dreamed of. After listening to one too many rap songs, he decided he was “gangster” and hard. Of course if he had to live in all black neighborhood he would piss his pants daily and beg his mom to let him move back home.
The Black man that blames whitey for everything – In truth, white people probably have treated him better than most of his fellow African-Americans. The only racism he knows is the racism he read about in history books or saw on TV.
The guy that thinks he’s funny – He tells jokes that nobody laughs at. He likes to make fart noises even though he’s 27 and that stopped being funny at age 15. Yet he has no clue that he’s not funny because in his mind he’s the next Steve Martin.
The fat guy that thinks he’s sexy – 10-15 years when he was in shape, he was average at best. Now 75 pounds overweight, he thinks he’s a pimp that the ladies dig.
Michael Carr was killed last week. You can read the story here.
To most Mike was just another person killed in a senseless act. I knew him personally years ago and can say he was one hell of a person. He was close friends with my family, worked with one of my older sisters and even dated another one. I don’t know much about his later life. I do know that my two sisters that knew him thought highly of him as did my mom. As a kid, I can remember him helping my mom carry groceries over to our house and then sitting around and playing video games with me or looking at my newest baseball card(s). He wasn’t supposed to do that, but he did, many times getting in trouble. Mike will surely be missed.