Grind My Gears

You know what Grind My Gears?  Stupid dumb kids all across America playing a dumb, idiotic, and completely pointless game called, "Knock-out."  Let's discuss what "Knock-out," is.  It's a game where kids have created by walking up to unsuspected people, and literally hitting them in the face/head and knocking them out.  That's right, just literally knocking them out.  Not worrying about them collapsing on the floor, or getting any sort of concussion, nothing.  Oh, and did I tell you, sex, race, age, none of that matters it seems.  It's just a funny game that these kids think it's hilarious.

First off, where the fuck do you get off just hitting someone unexpectedly like that?  How the fuck is this a game?  You're not evening robbing these people, instead this is some sick and twisted enjoyment you're getting out of this.  I swear to Buddha, these kids are not learning a god damn thing.  Instead, you have these kids, and well this generation.  They're just fucking incompetent.  Racism running wild, violence running wild.  It' fucking ridiculous.  I'm cursing a lot because, honestly this has been making my blood boil for the last two weeks.  Starting out in the midwest, this is a trend that should have never happened.

Here's the kicker folks, I'll be damn if this continues and it doesn't stop.  I don't like choosing violence, but I sure as hell do not want to see a bunch of kids running around and knocking people out for no apparent reason.  So I say this now, you better hope you don't run into someone that isn't going to get knocked out, and is going to show your face a thing or two.  If I had my say, you'll be seeing brass of some sort, and a broken arm.

You know what grinds my gears, disrespectful kids, that think this is the greatest thing on earth.  I hope someone runs up on you and slams your face to the ground…

End Rant.

Wei-isms and Other Misc.

Lately I've been looking back and reflecting on my life.  I've realized something about myself.  I say a lot dumb shit.  Seriously a lot of dumb things.  Lets take the first one for example.  I once sat in Dave's car, and on our way home from Suze's I just looked out the window and after a minute pause all that came out was…"Sprinkler's."  Yup, that's me in a nutshell really.  Too me, I have a few pretty clutch lines that I go to back and forth with…let's explore some Wei-isms.

1.  Buckets

I honestly got this off of Dave.  Dave said he got this off of college.  All I know is that I use it for everything that is good in life.  However this didn't come into real play until me and Dave became beer pong partners or beirut.  Whatever you want to call it…just remember, every shot you make…it's buckets.  

2.  Chile today, Hot Tamale

My go to joke when the whether is either cold or hot outside.  Sometimes you gotta bring back the classics, and this is such a Wei line, I don't even know who else uses this thing anymore, it's just funny and happy to me.  So if someone ask you what the weather is in South America, just let them know, it's Chile today, and hot tamale.  

3.  Epic

This is some good college verbiage learned from college.  Georgie introduced the line, Wei decided to keep the it and continue using it.  I don't know, I sure hear Charlie Sheen using it nowadays.  But fudge it, that's a Wei line now, so accept it.  

Hmm…realizing how hard this is now Jay, dammit.  This may be a a task that is completed within a few posts.  Let's see how this works out…until the next set of Wei-isms

Oh Hey 29, What's Up?

My last post was on September 5, 2013.  It has been quite some time, and well.  There have been many things going on in my life.  Well, I guess there is.  It's been a tumultuous two months.  First off, work has gotten ten times better.  I guess you can say I started working with one of the greatest people on earth again.  That's right, me and the Shirleynator is back together again, brining down all those mortgage defaulters.  Yup that's right, that's happening.  What else can I say, the duo is back, and that's just the first thing that has happened in the past two months.  It's great.

Well that's some good news, seriously, why wouldn't it be right?  Any bad news?  Not that I can think of right now.  All my friends are getting married that's another biggie that has been going on around here.  I guess, I'm just waiting for everyone else to just hit that mark I guess.  Man, I am fucking up, I'm just really falling behind here.  Does that make sense?  Seriously, does it?  I guess it does, I'm am just not doing anything…save me JEBUS!!

Well, I guess that's not all true.  I've been bitten with the smitten bug again.  It has been a while since this happened I guess.  I guess really since the B word.  Man, the B word was pretty nice pretty.  I always thought she was.  That's just how it was back in the day, I guess it still is now.  However, I guess as I get older, I just don't give a shit anymore.  For me though, I've always been one of those picky bastards.  Takes a lot for me to be smitten I guess…this shit better work.

Sports sports sports…sometimes being a Philly sports fan sucks, and well this year has been extremely craptacular.  Phils are out, Eagles aren't doing so hot, Flyers just suck, and well…I'm hoping the Sixers suck for Wiggins.  #WinlessForWiggins Indeed.

Oh hey, you know what was awesome.  My 29th birthday.  I don't remember too much of the festivities, but I know that it was an amazing night.  Let's begin with dinner shall we.  A nice Chinatown meal with some of my closes friends.  Not everyone was there, i.e. Dave and Steffie.  But close enough.  The second part of the night?  Well, that's where it gets extremely hazy.  Kinda like the Moors of Scotland.  I remember having my first drink, a Ginger and gin drink.  Tango did not have any Tanqueray for some reason.  Oh, well.  Oh, and keep in mind they were having a Halloween party at this place. My second drink, I don't another Gin and Ginger.  It's the third drink that kind f*cked up my shit.  I know Ying made me spill by 3rd gin and ginger, but like a hero, George came through in the clutch and gave me his Samuel Adams Octoberfest.  This is where things start to get hazy.  First off, never buy bottle service at a club.  Secondly, never buy a bottle of Ace of Spade champagne at a club.  That's just idiotic.  Unless you're Jay-Z…and I am not Jay-Z.

That's just plain old silly Wei…plain old silly.

So the night goes on, Wei does some rapping, and well, Wei also does some vomiting.  If I could remember this night, I would.  However this night also brought along me breaking my car keys somehow.  I don't know how, and I don't really remember when.  It just happened.  Thanks guys and gals, 29 is going to be memorable.  Lets see what 30 will bring us shall we?

So this has been my life these last couple of months.  Trust me, I'm brining the blog back in a way of some sort.  For better or for worse, this thing isn't going away yet.  I'm still going to be writing and talking about my dumb shit that I go through.

Yup this is happening enjoy folks.  Ball so Hard