Funky Boy

I've said it before. I do not understand why people say Merry Christmas. When most of the Christians I see are about who they hate, I cannot tell why the hell they became Christians. New York is full of all that. We aren't all pansified nicey nice people, but hate is hate. You know the crowd, "Shoot them first, then let God sort them out." This bullshit bumper sticker religion is not what I'm gonna hear tonight when my buddy Leonard drags my ass to his church. We will sing, lalala, then we'll hit a pub and he will bitch about how awful those damn Muslims, Hindus, atheists and Boston Red Sox fans are. I don't give a damn if he disagrees with them, and I totally agree with him about the BoSox, but what game is he playing? Here's a guy I am glad doesn't own a gun. Good guy in every other way, but he is a bastard when it comes to people he doesn't like. I like Christmas carols. I like the Salvation Army Santas. I like people stepping up and vol

Construction's a tight business these days. Someone tried to tell me the economy is going down the pits. So what? You think my bills care about that? Hell no. So here I am, a man with bills to pay. I do whatever. Since I never know day to day if I am working, I need to get money any way I can. Today, I hauled garbage. Yeah, it was a shitty job and only paid $20 an hour, but hell, I worked five hours for $100 instead of sitting on my ass bitching about I was sitting on my ass. It's the first time either. This year alone, I have worked, I dunno, 50 of these days. That's $5,000, minus taxes. Probably more because I usually work a full day. Not always garbage. Loading trucks. I have even spotted a few security guard jobs. Now there is easy work. I just sit there all night looking pretty. If something happens, and nothing ever did, all I do is call 9-11. I'm not a cop, and just because I can handle myself if someone throws a punch, I am not a dumb ass. Anyway, That&#

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Sometimes, I get people asking me to take a political stand. I do. I just don't squawk like a duck about it. Saw a guy post on my Facebook account telling me to tell my congressman to do. I was sure he did because that's almost all he posts about. Did he? Hell no. Bitched that his congressman won't listen to him. So why the hell should I do what he won't do? Yeah, my congressman and I don't see eye to eye. But I'm an American, I believe in America, and I sure as hell am not going to pussy around. I actually called the guy, and met him in his office. He didn't vote for what I wanted, and I won't vote for him next time (and I didn't this time), but man up. Talk to the guy. Too many people are afraid or lazy or just little yappy dogs. " I hate this, I hate that. My congressman is a son of a batch. I don't vote, I don't talk, I just bitch on the internet. Find your guy here. Then, give him hell. http://www.congressmerge.com/on

Rock on. Get off your asses. Quit your bitchin' , complainin', whinin', and rock on. Obama didn't break it. Bush didn't break it. Before 'right now' is 'here'. Here and now. Get it started, get it finished, and don't blame anyone. Get funky and get it done. I don't need to yell you times are tough. I've been working less. I can blame someone. I don't know who, but I read everyone it is either this president or the last one. What am I gonna do? I saved my pennies. I'll get by. I always do. I won't complain. I'm already out there looking for more work. If the right job comes along, I'm on it like a peanut butter on white bread, baby.I won't pretend I'm all perfume and pretty flowers because I'm not. I'm ticked, and I'm hungry and I'm ready to rock. Let's rock. Damn good book: What Color Is Your Parachute? 2011: A Practical Manual for Job-Hunters and Career-Changers David Essex - R

New York, New York! New York Marathon today. Driving sucked, I couldn't go anywhere, an, what a party. I love this city. Marathon runners everywhere. Right through Brooklyn. Those boys are fast. Hot women everywhere. Nothing like a female runner in tight shorts. I gotta respect fat boy Fogle for getting it done too. He was  one slow runner, but he got it done. Can't say I have. He's Jared, the Subway fatso who got himself less fat by eating Subways. He ate less, got it together, went the distance.

Bastards and Assholes Most of us are one or the other. I'm a bastard. Assholes are mean for the sake of mean. They get pissed off and lose it. Me, I'm not mean. At least not for the sake of mean. I do my thing and try to do it right. Wankers piss me off because, basically, they are off wanking away while we bastards are getting the job done. What's a wanker? Not all wankers are assholes. A wanker is wanking. A wanker becomes an asshole when the preach what exactly they aren't doing. Some wankers wank quietly in a corner, happy to be wanking but not really giving a shit if you are or are not wanking. An asshole wanks just the same, but bitches about others who wank. Assholes aren't just hypocrites. A hypocrite is someone who will tell you not to wank and himself is a wanker. He might lie to you and say he isn't wanking, or not believe he is a wanker. They become assholes when they bitch about you wanking, as if you are a son of a bitch for doing so. Or a

I don't give a shit who you vote for. I really don't. I am going to vote, and I hope they all win. You better vote too. If could vote and you don't, do not come out with bullshit about how bad the guy in office is. If you do vote, don't be a wanker and bitch about "Don't Blame Me, I Voted for the Other Guy." What kind of whiny prick bitches like that? Man up, you sons of bitches and get down to business. Someone will be elected for this and that office, and half of you will clutch your tiny cocks and say, "Mommy, he was elected. I feel so bad, so afraid." Yeah, that might be you. So frigging what? I want to see some men out there doing what they need to do instead of wanking around, "Woe is me." Damn wankers were all around when Bush was in office, and now, they all are smiling behind the bathroom door since Obama is in office. Meanwhile, their incestuous little counterparts are stomping their feet, pissing in their pants about wh

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I'm ranting. I'm raving. You got a guy in Florida who is scared, so he is burning a few books. Big deal. Then, you've got every politician shoving his ass on the road telling him it is a bad idea. It is a bad idea, but it is this guy's right to be foolish. Yeah, I get that Muslims think the Koran is holier than thou. That's their right. Jacking the guy that disagrees? That ain't their right. Jack him, and look out. The American fools will come back and kick some ass. We are a country of fools, as is our right. Nice photo, huh? Ujena Baha Belted Bikini Swimsuit

Drew Carey (not that Illinois dipshit Drew Peterson ) lost 70 pounds. He is doing what I am doing: working out, eating less. He says he is doing cardio. "so there's nobody really standing over me. I do work with somebody who gives me advice on what to do, how many minutes to run, what my heart rate should be and all that kind of stuff." http://omg.yahoo.com/news/drew-carey-drops-70-lbs-i-got-sick-of-being-fat/44733 I have been walking and then jogging real slow. Down 10 lbs. myself. Drew Carey loses it ( Price Is Right )

It is hot out today. I'm not just talking about the shirts on Broadway. Going down to 67 this week. Warm weather. I've worked my ass off. That's what I do. The better the weather, the more I work. I manage construction projects. Parts of them anyway. My ass is one tired rear end. I am losing weight. To work, I gotta eat a lot. I burn it off. Eat a lot. More than the winter. I counted. 2500-3000 calories a day easy. Still tired. Lift wood, tools, shove and grunt all day. It all evened out, except I was tired. No help I'm up at 3:00 am to get to some jobs. I got a buddy who tells me that is all I need to do to lose some of my sweet ass and love handles. Yeah, right. Work is exercise but it isn't aerobic. I asked around. Only fat people told me I didn't need to exercise. I walk hard when I can. An hour of I can. Ten minutes if that is all I got.  Five pounds gone since I posted last month. That's right. Damn straight, oh you chubbies. While you wer

Here we go. BP oil flowing into the ocean. That's bad. Right, we know that. Obama blames BP, BP blames some guy who did that thing with the guy, and the Tea Party pansies blame Obama, and the talk shows just sit around and laugh, because their dumbass listeners call in and suck on what pleasures them. Mighty Mouse - Oil Can Harry - Maroon Leightweight Crewneck Sweatshirt - Small

Help me out. Is the world full of crybabies and bitches? I think so. You hear them too. Where do you live? I am New York City. NYC. The land where we are famous for being crabby. I think I know why. I asked around. Too many people are too damned obsessed about negative bullshit. It is like they love to complain. How happy are they? They must be deliriously happy because every day it is the same. What's worse is they never look at what's good. I'm no psychologist, but turn off the damn radio. Get out and live life instead of whacking off to some talk show bastard who wants to tell you how bad the world is. Like hell it is. That talk show host is a millionaire, while the dopes complaining are working their asses off to survive. Nothing wrong with being a millionaire, but that guy has no right to complain. I'm not saying that there is a good economy when there isn't. When the Yankees lost, man, that sucked too. I can't tell you it didn't. But I gotta

Joined a gym, boys. I decided to quit playing around with my weight loss. Thirty big ones a month. All I do is walk on the frigging treadmill and lift a few weights. I am getting my fat ass in there a few times a week. Already lost another pound. Not really a gym rat. I am not one of those guys going in eight days a week. I go in, walk a couple miles, get out. Takes me something like 45 minutes for the entire thing. Not even. Some hotties are in the gym. Oh yeah. See the picture? Never saw her. That's from the internet. However, the gym is filled with yummy, tasty slimmies just like her. Delicious!

I ran into a guy on the subway ranting about Muslims. We started talking politics, and this guy had a corncob up his rear. He hates Muslims. I asked what he believed. All he said was, "I'm not a Muslim." Well, duh. What a moron. What he doesn't believe I don't give a damn about. What he does believe is all I wanted to know. All I know is this guy is one afraid son of a bitch. That's New York City for you. We got them all, including paranoid nutjobs. Why not just tell me you aren't a Martian?  Or from Ork? This is Mork calling Orsen I don't get it. People are afraid of themselves. The dillweed on the subway didn't even know what he thought. Where the hell am I? I'm in New York City, the Big Apple. I expect backwater hick talk in the sticks. Or maybe Flushing. Not here. I tell you, I have been asking people people why they believe whatever it is they believe. The Muslim driving my taxi last week told me. He was polite about it. I guess Chr

Things are starting to look good. Baseball season is almost here. Come on Yankees, don't let me down this year.

  I love beer. Good, strong stuff. Not crap Budweiser. But I left it behind. No, I'm not an alcoholic or have any kind of related problem with booze. I know when to set down the bottle and don't screw with that. I just thought I'd see how I felt, and how it affected my weight. The results? The drum roll please... I feel good. James Brown does too. I lost five pounds. All I have done is walk a little, drop the beer and drop for a few push-ups and sit-ups. How good do I feel? I sleep better. I remember things better. Man, it sucks before. I had been forgetting things, but I think I just wasn't sleeping. And I have more money now too. Hahaha! Dropping the cigars was a good idea too. Walking has done something too. My knees are OK.My thighs feel tighter. Hell, my ass is better too. Just one or two months. Two months, I guess, since January 1. I have more energy. Why didn't I do this before? You like the hot girls up top? Yummy yummy. Click it to

  Beautiful, I gotta say. Central Park. New York City. It won't be that green today, but I'm taking my ass outside later today for a walk. It'll be 42 this afternoon. 36°F Current: Cloudy Wind: W at 15 mph Humidity: 58%

Not a lot stronger. I can feel it. I started eating less and doing some push-ups, sit-ups and pull-ups. That's all. Weight has dropped a pound at most, but I feel better. I am walking a lot too. I must look like an ass walking around the mall, but I get a half hour in. I don't care what people say. Haha! They will be fatties eating junk food in the food court, and when it gets warm I will be in good shape, and they'll has fat asses. Below is a Dr Who episode video someone added Michael Jackson music to.This is the Adipose episode in which aliens turn people's fat into cute little beasties. See, one more reason for all you fatsos to lose weight.