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Home to a half Mexican who now lives in Silverdale, WA and who supports the Hawks, Sonics and Mariners along with the alma mater (WSU). I also post wacky links, pictures of insanely hot women and what have you (if you don't want to read my ramblings), so enjoy.


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Sunday, July 13, 2003
FIRE IN THE DISCO, FIRE IN THE TACO BELL, FIRE IN THE GATES OF HELL

NP: 50 Cent featuring The Notorious B.I.G. - "The Realest". Still missin' you Big.

And as we PROCEED, welcome to a big time update. I finally (FINALLY) have a day off so I can get a chance to breathe and relax. As I realized last night, I had worked seven days in a row, six hours or longer. Add into the equation they're basically graveyard shifts, and I am one tired man.

I thought we would get killed Friday and Saturday, but no. We were busy, but not totally slammed like myself and several other of my co-workers thought we would be. The nights weren't without incident though. Friday we had a almost fight with some black folks and a Suquamish kid, but it was handled without calling the SPD or any other authorities. Yesterday was the interesting day.

About 1:30 in the a.m., a group of drunks came out to go home. Lots of loud talking, yelling, swearing blah blah blah. This one chick was going on and on about her purse and how she couldn't find it (besides bitching about the service; like any of the servers want to put up with ya drunk ass, you dumb bitch), another chick in a black tank top went back in to find her friend and another chick lost her coat. Several minutes went past before they finally found her purse and we finally left (not before one guy kept yelling to the fat security guard "Hey that girl in the black tank top wants your number!"), but I stopped to make sure we had everyone. Instead I was screamed at to go on.

As we went to the third level, two more people got off to find someone again, so now I only had three people to take. They did tip me (which almost always happens with drunk folks if you're cool to them) and I go back to the 4th level.

Well, that chick is still at the door and she's STILL going on and on about her purse and now her coat is missing again. She keeps yelling at me to find her purse, where is my coat, blah blah blah. I simply ignore her and go to the bathroom. Come back and I have to drop off some other people, but as I come back, one of the security guards wants a ride down. Apparently the rest of the group that was left behind went with the other late night cart driver and was flashing everyone in sight, even jumping onto the driver and grinding him. I would have been jealous, but she was fat and gross, so I'm not mad.

We head down to try and find them, hook up with the SPD officer who was called in, nearly get hit by some punk ass kid (another close call that makes me want to ask my boss for life insurance) and make it to the bottom but no flasher. So we head all the way up to the seventh level and meet up with the cop who was originally called in because someone was doing donuts on the top. We shot the shit for a minute, then went back down. No sign, as they have left the building.

The "Dumbass Award Of The Night" goes to these older gents who I had taken up to the casino. They were really cool, but as I found out, they were hammered. So they were given a choice to eat something, get a cab home, or be called in as a DUI.

If you chose "Get called in as a DUI," YOU WIN A PRIIIIIIIIIZE! I think they thought they were gonna be able to make it home, but with the number of cops out on a Saturday night, the odds were not in their favor.

I still had to watch out for some of my co-workers speeding around the garage with people. We've been getting better, but one guy was still being irresponsible. He even laughed at my boss when he was confronted about it. He was lucky Britt's one of the coolest 35 year olds I know (and a very nice guy on top of that) or otherwise he would have been fired on the spot AND have his ass kicked. Lord knows I would have done it.

The only thing that sucks about the job (aside from the people who can't speak English to tell me where their car is and the always annoying "golf club jokes") are the aforementioned graveyard hours. Getting out at 6 a.m. isn't fun, especially when I have to hang out and wait for lifers to stop their gambling and leave.

No movement on the "Get Johnny B A Girlfriend Foundation" yet but do stay tuned.

BESIBOL HAS NOT BEEN BERRY BERRY GOOD TO ME:

My fantasy team is slowly going downhill. Injuries are doing me in (I've had to drop 4 people already for season ending injuries) and I may have to drop Vizquel and Mondesi if they can't recover. Thankfully Johnson and Piazza are coming back soon, but not soon enough.

Is football here yet? I've already signed up for Rob's league and I did reasonably well, but who knows. One thing for sure is that Hasselbeck, like 50 Cent, is the future. :)

QUICK HITZ:

-Go here for some good sites.

-CUSTOMERS FUCKING SUCK!

-Man, this BANZAI show kicks ass. "Interesting Penalty Shootout Conundrum" is brilliance, pure and simple.

-So my brother called me to tell me that LXG sucked major dick. Very sad news, but from what I read about on IMDB's news section Connery and the director did not get along. What really makes me sad is the fact that Moore's other comics won't transfer to film, as he's said repeatedly that he hates the movie making process. Which makes this site verrry interesting, especially seeing who will direct. BTW, if you haven't read this comic, go cop the TPB. Absolute genius.

-In other movie news, we FINALLY get a new Tarantino film. This one is gonna be hot folks.

-From POINTS IN CASE:

Chris: How come he didn't get more points than that?
Jerry: I thought that was a perfect landing...
Bubba: Probably because he didn't have his hands closer and the splash was bigger.
Chris: How the hell would you know, are you a fucking judge?
Bubba: No, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night.
-While watching a diving competition

-Normally I can't stand OO's Jeb Lund, but he gets all up in the WWE's area here. Best line:
"One of these days, when Triple H is in the middle of one of his long grunting promos, Jericho should just lean forward, stick his finger on the end of Triple H's schnozz and say, "poooooooke!" No one will know what to do."

-Josh likes her and so should you.

OK, I'm done. Thanks for reading, and until next time KEEP ALL HANDS AND FEET IN THE GODDAMN CART.



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