Thursday, September 9, 2010

This Year's Weapon Winner - no the year isn't over, but it don't get no better than this.

Nothing can enrage a person faster than calling out his mama. When you mess with someone's mama you are walking on thin ice my friend. Dare I say taking your own life into your hands? I can imagine the first person who decided to insult someone's mama. Some dude in 900 BC needed to put a Cro-Magnon in his place. He needed something super mean to say and out came the very first yo-mama joke.
"Yo mama so stupid...even a caveman can do her!" ZING!!
(I just made that up and want credit in the scrolls of yo-mama joke history)
As a matter of fact there was an entire MTV show dedicated to showcasing the harshest yo-mama jokes you could bring.

So here is how serious one guy took the insult hurled at his beloved mama. He got mad. Like real mad. So mad that the person who spewed this atrocity against his mother deserved what I believe to be the ultimate weapon one can wield. This is the epitome of all the weapons at your disposal. Guns? For pussies. Knives? Child's play. Candle stick, noose? Solely for Clue fanatics. When you mean serious-as-a-fucking-heart-attack business there is only one weapon you reach for. One.Large.Fork. Which is exactly what this guy did. A fork is all business, no other weapon says "I am not fucking around here" like a fork. When you insult Mama, a fork is the only solution here. Dare to insult her one more time after the fork is presented and you may get that fork heated up for you, right before it is stuck neatly in your eye. Don't.Mess.With.Mama.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Have fun and help

Found this over at Steam Me Up, Kid's place (see favorite blog ever to your left). First of all it is for a great cause, second it is a really good listen. I'm not a fan of most kids music, but I could really get into this. I can't wait to get it from itunes.
If you ant to learn more about the cause, go to

My favorite song so far is Morton the Caterpillar, but I have a habit of changing that the more I listen to a cd. Go, buy, download, dance!

Friday, August 20, 2010

Preparation is key

When people get mad it would do a world of good to have them standing in a room full of blow up squeaky bats. That way no matter how much they wanted to pound the inciter with a two by four, they'd only succeed in popping a few bats. Hell, they'd probably even get the giggles. "I'm gonna kick your ass!" *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* My point is that getting mad at the toy store would be much better than say the gun store. The equation is simple. Get mad + want to hit + need a weapon = grab the first thing you see. What did this week's winner grab? A scooter. He gets mad and the scooter is now in evidence. I have this mental image of some dude waving a scooter around his head and it's swiveling like a helicopter blade up there. You can't not look like a lunatic if you're wielding a scooter. Huh, maybe my toy store analogy wasn't so good after all. I swear if I see Mr. Potato Head listed as a weapon one day I'm not going to be able to stifle that laugh during the meeting.

I couldn't do this week's weapon winner without giving y'all some lagniappe. A local business that has had several break-ins decides that a guard dog would be a good idea. So they get themselves a boxer, probably name him Killer or Bruiser, and feel much better about leaving at night. Of course the thieves come calling again. Guess what the one thing they took was? Killer is now living a life of crime, no doubt wearing one of those awesome spiked collars. Irony can be so cruel.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Act your age, not your shoe size.

Repeat after me, "If you whack someone with it, it's a weapon". You may think that you are some innocent law abiding citizen, but as soon as you get mad and grab the nearest object to pound someone with, instant criminal. So in saying this, the weapon list is infinite. However, some people have a knack for choosing a weapon that will bring me great fits of laughter. I'm gonna let this weeks weapon speak for itself, and this time the story behind it is 100% true. Well, at least 98% true.

One High Heeled Stiletto Shoe. Oh yes, you read that right. One High Heel Stiletto Shoe worn by a drag queen cruising downtown heading to a local gay bar. Said drag queen runs into another queen and immediately suspects this person is sleeping with her man. Off comes the Louboutin, which we know is tall and pointy because you've never seen a queen in chunky heels, and she promptly whacks the bitch allegedly sleeping with her man...right on the forehead.

Now tell me, WHY am I never witness to something like this?

Monday, August 9, 2010

Blow Me takes on a new meaning here.

This week's weapon winner is from archive and really got me thinking. If I ever decide to commit robbery it's going to be big. I'm not going down for 27 bucks and a Kit Kat. It will be more like a scene from the Italian Job, and I would look just like Charlize Theron doing it. Here's how it won't go:

I decide that need some cash and frankly don't have any idea how to rob someone. So I start casing my local convenience store that has been hit on more than one occasion. This tells me that they have crappy security footage and no secret alarm system. I'm not a big fan of violence, I just want some money that is not mine. I decide against bringing a gun because I'd probably just end up shooting my toe off. I honestly think I can pull this off with my very insistent voice. It's go time, and I enter the store and assess the cashier. She's got a weave that has at least 4 bumpits involved and her nails are longer than her fingers, painted black and gold stripes. Two of the nails look pierced with hoop earrings. She's on the phone with someone who is apparently her "boo". Her head is jerking back and forth when she talks and the volume level is near shouting. I amble up to the counter and shout "GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY!"

Her: (to person on the phone) Guh, you gonna haveta hole on. Some beeotch is yellin at me.

Me: I said give me all your money!

Her: Who you think you yellin at?

Me: I'm yelling at you! Give me the damn money!

Her: Now how you gonna make me give you some money? You ain't got no gun, you ain't got no knife. Guh, get out ma stoe.

Me: I need you to shut up and give me all the money!

Her: I know you not telling me to shut up. You betta go check ya self.

Me: *thinking* I should have brought a fucking weapon.

Her: You gonna get out or what?

Me: No, I want your money! *reaches for the closest thing to throw at the cashier which happens to be a handful of Blow Pops and launches them at her head*

Her: **screaming bloody murder** You hit me in the eye!! You hit me in the fucking eye!! If you made my fucking contact come out I'm gonna beat yo ass guh!

Me: *thinking* I'm not gonna get any money here am I? I'd better just cut my losses and run.

I turn around just in time to see the city's finest pulling up. I'm arrested and put in the back of the police car. At least I'm not charged with robbery. Only assault with a weapon. If I had known the weapon would be Blow Pops, I would have risked the toe. "I'll blow your head off" will never mean the same thing again.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Weapon of the Week

My job mostly sucks. I don't have one of those jobs that I go to because I love it. It's more like the job you go to because you need to feed your family and keep them insured and clothed. There is one shining moment per week I am allowed however. Without going into too much detail as to what I do, it's closely related to stomping out crime. As people who stomp out crime like to do, we meet about it of course. At this weekly meeting we go over some of the "best" crimes of the week. This has brought to my attention the awesome innovation of criminals, specifically the weapons they choose to use. I'm going to highlight one per week, and I may back track some as they deserve the mention here.

This week's weapon winner: Telephone

Have you ever been mad at the person on the other end of the phone and all you can do is beat the phone against the counter? I think that's how this got started. Someone was probably on the phone with customer service somewhere. Customer service can piss you off like nobody's business. Maybe they had to call customer service because their baby daddy wouldn't. Maybe they had to call about the cell phone overage that they noticed on the bill but had no idea why it was there. Maybe when they were on the phone the customer service rep eluded to the fact that the person they share the line with was making a lot of calls. That this person was possibly making all those calls to the same number, at all hours of the night. Maybe it was a number that was recognized as a sisters number. Not his sister, knowwhaimsayin? Possibly after talking to a snarky customer service rep and then realizing what was going on made someone mad. Then he walked through the door. Who wouldn't throw the phone at him? Telephone was definitely the best weapon to choose here.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

If loving you is wrong, I'm out.

I hate being wrong. I don't even like the word wrong. Say it. Wrong. It's a stupid word. So I do as much as possible to never put myself in the position of being wrong. Let me clear something up. I'm not the person who thinks she's always right. Confused? Let me explain.

I am not so egotistical to think that I am always right. There are tons of things I have no idea about. Algebra, clueless. Airplane staying in the sky, you got me. Here's what I do. I don't answer unless I know 100% that my answer is the right one. I will not argue any answer unless I know I can prove it. Now that's not to say that I'm not opinionated. I'll give you the hell out of my opinion, but you'll know it's just my opinion from the start. I don't do this to try and come off as smart, or know it all. I do it to save myself the embarrassment of being proven wrong. How can a person who is wrong argue so heatedly when they don't know for sure if they're right? Is it because they are sure, or because they think you will give in to their insistence? My vote's for the latter.

Maybe I'm playing it too safe. Maybe I should argue back when I'm pretty sure *purty* *pretty* what the fuck? Is this right? Is this a word used in conjunction with sure when you are almost sure? Or is this some local slang that just snuck *sneaked* up in my vocabulary? Now it's telling me snuck is wrong. Did I make snuck up? Sneak, snuck. Sneaked just sounds dumb. But you know what? I'm gonna look all this up, and when someone says "I'm pretty sure snuck is wrong", I'll have the right answer to both.