[23:31] JackAss#1: jew suck
[23:31] DumbShit#1: hebrew blow jobs for the win
[23:31] JackAss#1: +1up
[23:31] JackAss#1: read my note
[23:31] JackAss#1: do it
[23:31] JackAss#1: do it gnawoo
[23:32] JackAss#1: ^ attempt at an arnold voice on IM
[23:32] DumbShit#1: lol
[23:32] JackAss#1: read the note
[23:32] JackAss#1: type faster
[23:32] JackAss#1: make more reply
[23:32] JackAss#1: its nice yes?
[23:32] JackAss#1: High FIVE!
[23:33] DumbShit#1: ii havent even gotten on facebook yet
[23:33] JackAss#1: well here's what you do
[23:33] JackAss#1: Facebook it, or blogspot it
[23:33] JackAss#1: its on either one
[23:33] JackAss#1: i'm posting to live journal right now
[23:38] JackAss#1: did you read the note?
[23:38] JackAss#1: hurry up
[23:38] JackAss#1: wtf
[23:39] JackAss#1: 5 minutes to read 12 minutes worth of material is plenty of time
[23:39] JackAss#1: 6 minutes
[23:39] DumbShit#1: ive got other things im juggaling as well
[23:39] JackAss#1: i don't care
[23:39] JackAss#1: i am priority
[23:39] JackAss#1: over all
[23:39] DumbShit#1: lmmfao
[23:39] JackAss#1: god answers to ME
[23:40] JackAss#1: chuck norris....
[23:40] JackAss#1: ....
[23:40] JackAss#1: [death]
[23:40] JackAss#1: 7 minutes
[23:40] JackAss#1: c'mon already
[23:40] JackAss#1: do it
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[23:41] JackAss#1: hahaha itdo
[23:41] DumbShit#1: listen you little self fulfilling prophecy id be alot farther along if i didnt have to stop to read the message of my "priority" every 12 seconds
[23:41] JackAss#1: the blog is priority
[23:41] JackAss#1: my messages are second
[23:41] JackAss#1: read
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[23:41] JackAss#1: 8 minutes
[23:42] JackAss#1: do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it
[23:42] JackAss#1: 9 minutes
[23:43] JackAss#1: 10 minutes
[23:43] JackAss#1: two more to go!
[23:44] JackAss#1: 11 minutes, one more to go!!
[23:44] DumbShit#1: what happens at 12?
[23:44] JackAss#1: i start saying 1-1/2
[23:44] JackAss#1: 13/4
[23:44] DumbShit#1: lmao
[23:44] JackAss#1: 8927y34 / 6987g
[23:45] JackAss#1: x^2 * e^-1
[23:45] JackAss#1: times up btw
[23:45] JackAss#1: FAIL
[23:45] JackAss#1: now you die
[23:45] JackAss#1: okay now
[23:45] JackAss#1: how aboouttttt..... NOW!?
[23:46] JackAss#1: errr... NOW?
[23:46] JackAss#1: now
[23:46] JackAss#1: now!
[23:46] JackAss#1: NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!!!
[23:46] DumbShit#1: are you high
[23:46] JackAss#1: now now now now, now now now now, now now now now now now now now'
[23:46] JackAss#1: like the meow mix song
[23:47] JackAss#1: if i was high, i wouldn't be able to type this fast
[23:47] JackAss#1: accurately
[23:47] JackAss#1: and spell things right
[23:47] JackAss#1: or count
[23:47] JackAss#1: fast
[23:47] DumbShit#1: [23:44] JackAss#1: 8927y34 / 6987g
[23:45] JackAss#1: x^2 * e^-1 isnt counting
[23:47] JackAss#1: is to
[23:48] JackAss#1: i did math in my head to get those numbers to equal 1/2 and 3/4
[23:48] JackAss#1: did you read it yet?
[23:48] JackAss#1: c'mon
[23:48] JackAss#1: hurry up
[23:48] JackAss#1: douche-FAG
[23:49] JackAss#1: HEY!! DO YOU WANT TO FEEL SO ENERGETIC?
[23:49] JackAss#1: THEN TRY NEW POWERTHIRST!!
[23:49] JackAss#1: ITS GOT LIGHTNING, REAL LIGHTNING!!
[23:49] JackAss#1: SPORTS!!
[23:49] JackAss#1: ARRRHHHH
[23:49] DumbShit#1: are you having a manic episodE?
[23:49] JackAss#1: YOU'LL BE GOOD AT THEM
[23:50] JackAss#1: DRINK POWER THIRST AND YOU'LL BE ABLE TO RUN ABNORMALLY FAST!!!
[23:50] JackAss#1: RAW BERRY!!
[23:50] JackAss#1: SCHOCKOLATE!!
[23:51] JackAss#1: YOU'LL HAVE BABIES!! SO MANY BABIES!! 400 BABIES!!!
[23:51] JackAss#1: GIVE SCHOCOLATE TO YOUR BABIES AND THEY'LL BE GOOD AT SPORTS!!
[23:52] JackAss#1: POWER THIRST WILL MAKE YOUR BABIES RUN ABNORMALLY FAST!!
[23:52] JackAss#1: THEY'LL BE SO FAST PEOPLE WILL WATCH THEM RUNNING AND THINK THEY'RE KENYANS
[23:52] JackAss#1: AND THEY'LL RACE AGAINST ACTUAL KENYANS
[23:53] JackAss#1: AND IT'LL BE A TIE, AND THEY'LL GET DEPORTED BACK TO KEN-YA!!!
[23:53] JackAss#1: SNAKE EYES!!
[23:53] JackAss#1: are you done yet?
[23:53] JackAss#1: its been 20 minutes
[23:54] JackAss#1: and no i'm not having a manic episode
[23:54] JackAss#1: FAIL
[23:54] JackAss#1: you FAIL
[23:54] DumbShit#1: not even close. ive been watching your... whatever this is... its quite honestly more interesting than any blog ever written
[23:54] JackAss#1: this needs to be blogged then
[23:54] JackAss#1: READ it you lazy fuck
[23:57] JackAss#1: http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=263248025082&ref=nf
[23:57] JackAss#1: read
[23:59] JackAss#1: i'll be back in 5-10 minutes. if it ain't read, you're officially a fucking fat lazy ass twat, and i'll try to convince you to read it tomorrow
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Fat Man Falls, Loses $2508.75 on the Way Down
Back in April I fell, sprained my ankle, and tore ligaments in my knee. Putting weight down on my knee made it buckle sideways, which scared the hell out of me. I know I overreacted but it had never happened before, and no one could give me a straight answer as to what was wrong, so I agreed to go get X-rayed.
It's now been 2 months and I've received 3 separate bills. The following is exactly what's wrong with our health care system.
Bill #1: Emergency Room Visit
Call me irresponsible, but I actually find this bill so ridiculous that I have no idea where it is. I actually lost the damn thing. Whatever. They'll send me another soon enough. Not like I'm going to pay the stupid thing any time soon.
The best way I can explain my trip to the Emergency Room is like visiting a low contact, high price brothel. The whores there don't want to touch you. They will only do just enough to ensure you have to pay them. They're also secretive ninjas who don't bother to tell you how much every thing they do is going to cost.
The first thing that happened, aside from the never ending wait and getting to watch a giant black guy in the process of either OD'ing or going through withdrawal, was getting my blood pressure taken and getting weighed. This was fun. It marks the first time I was asked to explain how I felt via number and smiley face. It was also the moment I realized the Republicans were dead wrong about the quality of our health care system dropping once we switch to universal health care. No matter how badly the government eventually destroys our nation's hospitals, you can sink no lower than asking a large bearded man to describe the pain in his knee via emoticon. For the record, my answer was :/
After the weighing debacle (I call it a debacle because my hyper intelligent hospital desk jockey couldn't seem to grasp the fact that I, not being able to walk, wasn't able to simply step up onto a raised scale.) I was wheeled into the back, left in the hallway, and ignored for another 10 minutes. In front of me sat two blond, tan valley girls in lab coats. This depressed and frightened me. Having nothing better to do, I listened into their conversation. "I definitely think I'm tanner than you." This depressed and frightened me more. I stopped listening.
After a while one of the valley girls seemed to decide it was time to get to work and approached me. She informed me that she was a med student and would be asking me a few questions. I found myself unable to remember what my sign was. I prayed this wouldn't be one of the questions. I was in luck.
She asked me what the problem was and what I was here for. Then, producing the same chart as the desk jockey, which I have dubbed "The Evolution of a Smiley" she asked me to describe the pain in my knee. She was considerably hotter than DJ, so I manned up and changed my answer from :/ to :I. I was a man. I could take it.
After many scribbles that seemed much to long and frequent to be ":I" she began poking, moving my knee, ankle, and foot. With each new prod she asked "Does this hurt?" And with each new test, the level of pain increased. For a second I started to wonder if she knew I was a masochist. I started to get turned on so I shoved that from my mind and concentrated on the EoaS chart. After a while she got up, told me she didn't think it was serious but that she was sending me in to get X-rayed anyway.
Then her less tan, equally blond colleague came over and gave the exact same intro. Followed by the exact same questions. Followed by the exact same physical tests. Surely they were fucking with me. I prayed they were anyway. If not, I was stuck in the ditsiest time loop the world has ever seen.
Soon I found myself being wheeled off to the X ray room. But I will save that story for the X-ray Bill.
Cost of getting felt up and interrogated by the sickest joke God has ever played? $2020
Bill # 2 X rays!
Sadly there were no smiley faces in the X Ray room. Not on charts, not on posters, and definably not on the two X Ray technicians. I did however get a surly eastern European head technician whom I've affectionately dubbed "Borris" and a slightly feminine assistant of indeterminable ethnicity who I've named "Raymondo."
"Borris" spent the entire time in his little X Ray proof bunker barking orders at his man whore while I tried to not move the paper lining of the bed as I got into position. I don't know why. It's a habit of mine.
Like the Double mint Twins, I think Raymondo was fucking with me. Borris never seemed happy with the shot Raymondo lined up, and it was clear that it was beginning to wear on Ray Ray's nerves. Maybe he was using me to blow off some steam but he turned me into his own personal poseable doll. "Get on your side." "Put your leg forward." "Lift it just a little bit" "Okay turn your ankle inward."
That's why the damn X Ray blasting machine moves and swivels!
It's okay, because I played along. I put my head up on my hand, did elaborate poses with my arms, and considered arching my back and giving Raymondo "Come hither" eyes. Maybe my bill would have been cheaper if I did, but there was a certain aura of feminism and sex kittenism in Raymondo and I didn't want to risk it. I was after all taken at the time.
I may have missed an opportunity to score some hott doctor ass, but I did summon my courage and ask something that I've always wondered. "What is this little lead square for exactly?"
"It protects your balls from the X Rays."
I slid the square back down. It had moved up a bit while moving into a new pose.
Cost of posing for mystery boy and permanent birth control? $86
Bill #3 Professional Fees
Nervous and unsure about my nuts' futures, I was wheeled back into my hallway and greeted by The Tandem Tanners. (TM)
With them was a large goateed man who seemed very jolly. Pedephelia-ly so. He was giving awkward back massages to the med students and a random black woman who was sweet enough to pad up my crutches. They looked violated. He on the other hand looked as if he had just came.
When he'd had enough bad touching and polite requests to stop, Colonel Fondles turned his attention to me. He told me that I tore tendons in my knee and sprained my ankle and that he would be bandaging me up.
He had me extend my leg, placing my foot between his legs, and began taping up my ankle.
Now for those of you who don't know, I'm kinda twitchy. I can't go very long without twitching my toes or rubbing my pinky and ring fingers together. I don't know why. But I do know that my toes were an inch max away from what I imagine were his goateed genitals, and if I didn't learn some self control soon I would either have a new boyfriend or a new scar on my head.
With a whole lot of luck and monk-like restraint, I managed to avoid tickling Colonel Fondle's fancy. I said my good byes and wheeled my happy ass out of that hospital before something else traumatizing happened.
Cost of sitting silently and fighting to keep my toes away from a large man's taint? $402.75
Even if you ignore the fact that the privilege of sitting inside a hospital and playing with smiley faces costs many times more than having potentially lethal (genitally and other wise) energy waves shot into your body, its easy to see that health care in this country is insanely and needlessly expensive. None of the treatment I received couldn't have been found walking up and down Coconut Creek at night with a 50.
Anyone blessed with the gift of a brain knows that I owe $2508.75 for getting felt up and interrogated by med students. While I'm sure that qualifies as a good time for some of you sick fucks out there, I prefer a reach around if I'm going to be charged for getting ass raped. It's common courtesy. And this sum doesn't even include the fees they're sure to tack on as there is no way I am going to be able to pay these bills any time soon.
The bitch of it is now my knee feels :'(
It's now been 2 months and I've received 3 separate bills. The following is exactly what's wrong with our health care system.
Bill #1: Emergency Room Visit
Call me irresponsible, but I actually find this bill so ridiculous that I have no idea where it is. I actually lost the damn thing. Whatever. They'll send me another soon enough. Not like I'm going to pay the stupid thing any time soon.
The best way I can explain my trip to the Emergency Room is like visiting a low contact, high price brothel. The whores there don't want to touch you. They will only do just enough to ensure you have to pay them. They're also secretive ninjas who don't bother to tell you how much every thing they do is going to cost.
The first thing that happened, aside from the never ending wait and getting to watch a giant black guy in the process of either OD'ing or going through withdrawal, was getting my blood pressure taken and getting weighed. This was fun. It marks the first time I was asked to explain how I felt via number and smiley face. It was also the moment I realized the Republicans were dead wrong about the quality of our health care system dropping once we switch to universal health care. No matter how badly the government eventually destroys our nation's hospitals, you can sink no lower than asking a large bearded man to describe the pain in his knee via emoticon. For the record, my answer was :/
After the weighing debacle (I call it a debacle because my hyper intelligent hospital desk jockey couldn't seem to grasp the fact that I, not being able to walk, wasn't able to simply step up onto a raised scale.) I was wheeled into the back, left in the hallway, and ignored for another 10 minutes. In front of me sat two blond, tan valley girls in lab coats. This depressed and frightened me. Having nothing better to do, I listened into their conversation. "I definitely think I'm tanner than you." This depressed and frightened me more. I stopped listening.
After a while one of the valley girls seemed to decide it was time to get to work and approached me. She informed me that she was a med student and would be asking me a few questions. I found myself unable to remember what my sign was. I prayed this wouldn't be one of the questions. I was in luck.
She asked me what the problem was and what I was here for. Then, producing the same chart as the desk jockey, which I have dubbed "The Evolution of a Smiley" she asked me to describe the pain in my knee. She was considerably hotter than DJ, so I manned up and changed my answer from :/ to :I. I was a man. I could take it.
After many scribbles that seemed much to long and frequent to be ":I" she began poking, moving my knee, ankle, and foot. With each new prod she asked "Does this hurt?" And with each new test, the level of pain increased. For a second I started to wonder if she knew I was a masochist. I started to get turned on so I shoved that from my mind and concentrated on the EoaS chart. After a while she got up, told me she didn't think it was serious but that she was sending me in to get X-rayed anyway.
Then her less tan, equally blond colleague came over and gave the exact same intro. Followed by the exact same questions. Followed by the exact same physical tests. Surely they were fucking with me. I prayed they were anyway. If not, I was stuck in the ditsiest time loop the world has ever seen.
Soon I found myself being wheeled off to the X ray room. But I will save that story for the X-ray Bill.
Cost of getting felt up and interrogated by the sickest joke God has ever played? $2020
Bill # 2 X rays!
Sadly there were no smiley faces in the X Ray room. Not on charts, not on posters, and definably not on the two X Ray technicians. I did however get a surly eastern European head technician whom I've affectionately dubbed "Borris" and a slightly feminine assistant of indeterminable ethnicity who I've named "Raymondo."
"Borris" spent the entire time in his little X Ray proof bunker barking orders at his man whore while I tried to not move the paper lining of the bed as I got into position. I don't know why. It's a habit of mine.
Like the Double mint Twins, I think Raymondo was fucking with me. Borris never seemed happy with the shot Raymondo lined up, and it was clear that it was beginning to wear on Ray Ray's nerves. Maybe he was using me to blow off some steam but he turned me into his own personal poseable doll. "Get on your side." "Put your leg forward." "Lift it just a little bit" "Okay turn your ankle inward."
That's why the damn X Ray blasting machine moves and swivels!
It's okay, because I played along. I put my head up on my hand, did elaborate poses with my arms, and considered arching my back and giving Raymondo "Come hither" eyes. Maybe my bill would have been cheaper if I did, but there was a certain aura of feminism and sex kittenism in Raymondo and I didn't want to risk it. I was after all taken at the time.
I may have missed an opportunity to score some hott doctor ass, but I did summon my courage and ask something that I've always wondered. "What is this little lead square for exactly?"
"It protects your balls from the X Rays."
I slid the square back down. It had moved up a bit while moving into a new pose.
Cost of posing for mystery boy and permanent birth control? $86
Bill #3 Professional Fees
Nervous and unsure about my nuts' futures, I was wheeled back into my hallway and greeted by The Tandem Tanners. (TM)
With them was a large goateed man who seemed very jolly. Pedephelia-ly so. He was giving awkward back massages to the med students and a random black woman who was sweet enough to pad up my crutches. They looked violated. He on the other hand looked as if he had just came.
When he'd had enough bad touching and polite requests to stop, Colonel Fondles turned his attention to me. He told me that I tore tendons in my knee and sprained my ankle and that he would be bandaging me up.
He had me extend my leg, placing my foot between his legs, and began taping up my ankle.
Now for those of you who don't know, I'm kinda twitchy. I can't go very long without twitching my toes or rubbing my pinky and ring fingers together. I don't know why. But I do know that my toes were an inch max away from what I imagine were his goateed genitals, and if I didn't learn some self control soon I would either have a new boyfriend or a new scar on my head.
With a whole lot of luck and monk-like restraint, I managed to avoid tickling Colonel Fondle's fancy. I said my good byes and wheeled my happy ass out of that hospital before something else traumatizing happened.
Cost of sitting silently and fighting to keep my toes away from a large man's taint? $402.75
Even if you ignore the fact that the privilege of sitting inside a hospital and playing with smiley faces costs many times more than having potentially lethal (genitally and other wise) energy waves shot into your body, its easy to see that health care in this country is insanely and needlessly expensive. None of the treatment I received couldn't have been found walking up and down Coconut Creek at night with a 50.
Anyone blessed with the gift of a brain knows that I owe $2508.75 for getting felt up and interrogated by med students. While I'm sure that qualifies as a good time for some of you sick fucks out there, I prefer a reach around if I'm going to be charged for getting ass raped. It's common courtesy. And this sum doesn't even include the fees they're sure to tack on as there is no way I am going to be able to pay these bills any time soon.
The bitch of it is now my knee feels :'(
Monday, June 8, 2009
I Know the Truth...
I now know what Domino's "You've got 30 minutes" ad campaign means. It's not 30 minutes until your pizza arrives. It means you've got 30 minutes to live. Good bye cruel world...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The Inevitable Return of the Great White Dope
Had me one of them extended vacations. Break ups are a bitch. That's alright though. Love will one day conquer all. It's sad that I truly believe that, isn't it? But there it is. I am a romantic and I believe this isn't the end for Ol' BJ and his girl.
But while I wait I've got responsibilities. I owe my readers (that don't exist) the quality content they've come to expect. (That also does not exist.) And you will not be disappointed.
This time I can guarantee I'm committed to this site. 100%. Because it's this or job hunting.
-Buddy Jolly
But while I wait I've got responsibilities. I owe my readers (that don't exist) the quality content they've come to expect. (That also does not exist.) And you will not be disappointed.
This time I can guarantee I'm committed to this site. 100%. Because it's this or job hunting.
-Buddy Jolly
Monday, April 20, 2009
Site Revamps and New Members!
Florida's Finest is proud to announce two new members! Lilith and Shades have joined Soul Searcher and I in our never ending quest to keep the giggles coming.
I, however, will have to take a bit more of a break from just that ambition because I've stumbled upon a fancy html tutorial that teaches me how to do many things ive always wanted to do on the site. I'll still be writing in my spare time but for a week or two the updates will probably come primarily from my colleagues.
Florida's Finest is about to get bigger and better and I can't wait.
-Buddy Jolly
I, however, will have to take a bit more of a break from just that ambition because I've stumbled upon a fancy html tutorial that teaches me how to do many things ive always wanted to do on the site. I'll still be writing in my spare time but for a week or two the updates will probably come primarily from my colleagues.
Florida's Finest is about to get bigger and better and I can't wait.
-Buddy Jolly
Solid Snake Facts
Solid Snake never aged. He just painted his hair white. Why you may ask? To make him easier to find. It's more fair that way.*
Solid Snake is father to 5 beautiful baby boxes.*
Solid Snake can choke a man with a cordless phone.*
The first rule of Fight Club was designed to ensure Solid Snake never found out about it. It didn't work.
Solid Snake once had sex with James Woods. It was the manliest, straightest sex the world has ever seen.
Solid Snake does not need to water board to get the information he wants.
The Maury Show is fake. If it were real, every paternity test would end with "You are not the father!" Solid Snake is everyone's daddy.
* Indicates Solid Snake facts provided by Shades. He's mexican. Stereotypically so.
-Buddy Jolly
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Buddy Jolly, King of FAIL
This is it. I'm turning myself around. I'm going to throw myself into this site and put some real work in. I've slipped way too far down. This is my dream and I'm blessed enough to be living it. I'll be damned if I'm going to let that slip.
So I'm putting myself on notice. I'm calling myself out. I change today.
And with my change, the site is in for some changes. Soon we will officially have a third member. She's always been a member but she hasn't joined up yet. She's been putting far too much thought into her character. When a person puts more thought into their persona than the founder puts into his articles, something isn't right.
Also, when I finish the articles I've been working on, I'm adding a Florida's Finest Lists section. I know everyone does them but they're fun, simple, and can sometimes be quite funny. The site is ever evolving and I want to try everything. Never know what will stick.
-Buddy Jolly
So I'm putting myself on notice. I'm calling myself out. I change today.
And with my change, the site is in for some changes. Soon we will officially have a third member. She's always been a member but she hasn't joined up yet. She's been putting far too much thought into her character. When a person puts more thought into their persona than the founder puts into his articles, something isn't right.
Also, when I finish the articles I've been working on, I'm adding a Florida's Finest Lists section. I know everyone does them but they're fun, simple, and can sometimes be quite funny. The site is ever evolving and I want to try everything. Never know what will stick.
-Buddy Jolly
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sightings
I'm very accustomed to seeing planes flying near my house. There are several nearby airports so I've seen everything from military jets to personal 2 seat planes. I can identify planes by sound and depending on how frequently they pass I can tell what time it is. But two nights ago I saw something I've never seen before and simply can't explain.
I was looking out the window watching cars pass and wondering how many of the people in them were sexually depraved (Its a hobby of mine) when I noticed a set of flashing green lights in the sky. They blinked at regular intervals so naturally I assumed "plane." But the craft didn't have the constant, solid, white nose and tail lights planes have. So when the lights flashed off, it was essentially invisible.
Then I noticed something very strange. Between flashes it seemed to jump oddly. From one flash to another, it would move only a small amount to the west, but by the next flash, it was much further away. The follownig flash showed a progression of a short distance, followed by another long stretch. It repeated this pattern only two or three times before my view became blocked by some trees.
As the night progressed I watched multiple planes make their way across the sky and each one strengthened my certainty. I truly believe I saw a UFO. The lights and travel pattern are like nothing I've ever seen before in either commercial or military aircraft.
Not before, not during, and not after the sighting were there any sounds to attach to the craft. Later that evening I saw a plane pass that was much farther away and I was able to hear it just fine.
I definitely don't think it was the Aurora as I don't believe a pulsating engine could account for that type of travel pattern. Every supposed satellite image of the Aurora's trail shows exhaust bursts evenly spaced. Also, every reported sighting of the craft is accompanied by a sonic boom. There is just no way to silence a plane like that, especially at an altitude at which its actually visible.
I've waited almost all my life to see a UFO. I used to watch Sightings with my father every week. I still have a few tapes somewhere. But until a few nights ago I was skeptical and dismissive about each sighting I potentially made. For a believer in the paranormal and extraterrestrial, I'm quite skeptical when I witness things myself.
But this time I'm sure. I've finally gotten my wish. I've seen a UFO!
-Buddy Jolly
I was looking out the window watching cars pass and wondering how many of the people in them were sexually depraved (Its a hobby of mine) when I noticed a set of flashing green lights in the sky. They blinked at regular intervals so naturally I assumed "plane." But the craft didn't have the constant, solid, white nose and tail lights planes have. So when the lights flashed off, it was essentially invisible.
Then I noticed something very strange. Between flashes it seemed to jump oddly. From one flash to another, it would move only a small amount to the west, but by the next flash, it was much further away. The follownig flash showed a progression of a short distance, followed by another long stretch. It repeated this pattern only two or three times before my view became blocked by some trees.
As the night progressed I watched multiple planes make their way across the sky and each one strengthened my certainty. I truly believe I saw a UFO. The lights and travel pattern are like nothing I've ever seen before in either commercial or military aircraft.
Not before, not during, and not after the sighting were there any sounds to attach to the craft. Later that evening I saw a plane pass that was much farther away and I was able to hear it just fine.
I definitely don't think it was the Aurora as I don't believe a pulsating engine could account for that type of travel pattern. Every supposed satellite image of the Aurora's trail shows exhaust bursts evenly spaced. Also, every reported sighting of the craft is accompanied by a sonic boom. There is just no way to silence a plane like that, especially at an altitude at which its actually visible.
I've waited almost all my life to see a UFO. I used to watch Sightings with my father every week. I still have a few tapes somewhere. But until a few nights ago I was skeptical and dismissive about each sighting I potentially made. For a believer in the paranormal and extraterrestrial, I'm quite skeptical when I witness things myself.
But this time I'm sure. I've finally gotten my wish. I've seen a UFO!
-Buddy Jolly
Thursday, April 9, 2009
You'd Think...
You'd think that being injured and unable to leave the house would culminate in an insane amount of updates, wouldn't you? Well apparently not.
I'm incredibly disappointment in myself. I'm sitting on so many ideas and all I've managed was one paragraph of one idea. I could just say I've been busy but we all know that's a huge lie. T.V. just isn't that fascinating.
Honestly I haven't been in the mood to be funny. My knee only seems to be getting worse and my hardXcore crutch skills aren't fairing any better. No one should be this god awful at hobbling.
I have done some writing. I've done about 8 Plinky prompts in 2 days, but that's because most of the work is done for you. It's like taking a survey. You should definitely check out Plinky.com. It's a great time waster. Look me up on there and show me some love. Buddy Jolly could use the smiles.
Now I'm off to try and be productive. At least as productive as one can be while blogging.
I finished all my cheetohs. :(
-Buddy Jolly
I'm incredibly disappointment in myself. I'm sitting on so many ideas and all I've managed was one paragraph of one idea. I could just say I've been busy but we all know that's a huge lie. T.V. just isn't that fascinating.
Honestly I haven't been in the mood to be funny. My knee only seems to be getting worse and my hardXcore crutch skills aren't fairing any better. No one should be this god awful at hobbling.
I have done some writing. I've done about 8 Plinky prompts in 2 days, but that's because most of the work is done for you. It's like taking a survey. You should definitely check out Plinky.com. It's a great time waster. Look me up on there and show me some love. Buddy Jolly could use the smiles.
Now I'm off to try and be productive. At least as productive as one can be while blogging.
I finished all my cheetohs. :(
-Buddy Jolly
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Pain pain go away
So Buddy Jolly went and did something really fucking stupid. I jacked up my knee. Bad. Like can't walk anymore bad. Here's the story.
While running I hit a dip in the grass. Instead of my usual graceful face plant, my knee twisted and bent side ways. There were two very painful popping sensations and I was down. Bout an hour later I tried to put my weight down on the leg and felt the weirdest sensation of my life. My knee actually bucked side to side. It's the only way I can explain it.
I've busted my ass more times than I care to recount, but I can swear on your life I've never felt something like that before.
So now I'm confined to my home, actually for the more part to my bed, with a pair of crutches not made for me. They suck. I'm grateful I have them, but it really is a shitty mode of transportation. I'd kill for a Rascal right about now.
Not being able to walk without the aid of crutches is tolerable. I hate it but what are you going to do? What's really killing me is the fear. I don't know what I did. I've been told everything from spraining to tearing my ACL or MCL. If I can't walk in the next day or so I'm going to give in and go to the ER. Since I can't take myself that is my only choice. My mother, the person who will be transporting me about, refuses to take me to a walk in clinic.
The cost is going to kill us. We can barely make ends meet as it is. Now I have to worry about losing the house because I was an idiot and fucked up my leg. I can't tell you how sick that makes me feel. I don't think I've ever felt lower.
And that is why I believe in "socialized medicine." From X-Rays to possible surgery and physical therapy, this could cost all we have. No one should know that kind of fear. Especially for something out of their control like sickness or injury. I don't mean to make this all political but this has been literally the only thing on my mind since I bailed. My first thought was "OMG how am I going to pay for this."
I'm about to lose my damn mind. There isn't even any pain for me to focus on. It's like my injury wants me to think of nothing but the cost. I'd love for some sharp pains just to give me something else to worry about.
The ironic bit is I'm probably going to worry myself right back into the hospital once I finally get treated.
-Not so Buddy Jolly
While running I hit a dip in the grass. Instead of my usual graceful face plant, my knee twisted and bent side ways. There were two very painful popping sensations and I was down. Bout an hour later I tried to put my weight down on the leg and felt the weirdest sensation of my life. My knee actually bucked side to side. It's the only way I can explain it.
I've busted my ass more times than I care to recount, but I can swear on your life I've never felt something like that before.
So now I'm confined to my home, actually for the more part to my bed, with a pair of crutches not made for me. They suck. I'm grateful I have them, but it really is a shitty mode of transportation. I'd kill for a Rascal right about now.
Not being able to walk without the aid of crutches is tolerable. I hate it but what are you going to do? What's really killing me is the fear. I don't know what I did. I've been told everything from spraining to tearing my ACL or MCL. If I can't walk in the next day or so I'm going to give in and go to the ER. Since I can't take myself that is my only choice. My mother, the person who will be transporting me about, refuses to take me to a walk in clinic.
The cost is going to kill us. We can barely make ends meet as it is. Now I have to worry about losing the house because I was an idiot and fucked up my leg. I can't tell you how sick that makes me feel. I don't think I've ever felt lower.
And that is why I believe in "socialized medicine." From X-Rays to possible surgery and physical therapy, this could cost all we have. No one should know that kind of fear. Especially for something out of their control like sickness or injury. I don't mean to make this all political but this has been literally the only thing on my mind since I bailed. My first thought was "OMG how am I going to pay for this."
I'm about to lose my damn mind. There isn't even any pain for me to focus on. It's like my injury wants me to think of nothing but the cost. I'd love for some sharp pains just to give me something else to worry about.
The ironic bit is I'm probably going to worry myself right back into the hospital once I finally get treated.
-Not so Buddy Jolly
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Bored
Have you ever been so damned bored that you were too bored to even attempt to do anything that might stop you from being bored? That's about the way I am right now. It's a friggin miracle that I'm even typing this into here I'm so bored. As a matter of fact I may be so bored that'll I'll type it all then delete it out of my boredom if I don't finish typing and hit post first.
In case anyone missed it, I am seriously fucking bored. I mean the type of boredom that could be diagnosed as clinically depressed if I wasn't too bored to even see a therapist. The watching ants eat a piece of candy for excitement type of bored.
I'm really, really bored here.
No real point to any of this and not really looking for help or advice to not be bored. Just felt like sharing my boredom even though I'm sure only someone equally as bored would even consider reading the whole thing anyway.
Okay, a new level. After that last sentence I caught myself counting the hairs on the back of my hand for something to do. See even typing this can't even keep my attention enough to keep me from being bored. Honestly I'm too bored to even post this at all.
Maybe I'll boringly flip a coin to see if I should post it or not. Hold on a sec.......................Well I guess I'll post then. Came up heads 5 out of 9 times and I'm too bored to go for 6 out of 11.
If anyone hangs themselves after reading this I am not responsible for the methods you use to relieve your own boredom.
In case anyone missed it, I am seriously fucking bored. I mean the type of boredom that could be diagnosed as clinically depressed if I wasn't too bored to even see a therapist. The watching ants eat a piece of candy for excitement type of bored.
I'm really, really bored here.
No real point to any of this and not really looking for help or advice to not be bored. Just felt like sharing my boredom even though I'm sure only someone equally as bored would even consider reading the whole thing anyway.
Okay, a new level. After that last sentence I caught myself counting the hairs on the back of my hand for something to do. See even typing this can't even keep my attention enough to keep me from being bored. Honestly I'm too bored to even post this at all.
Maybe I'll boringly flip a coin to see if I should post it or not. Hold on a sec.......................Well I guess I'll post then. Came up heads 5 out of 9 times and I'm too bored to go for 6 out of 11.
If anyone hangs themselves after reading this I am not responsible for the methods you use to relieve your own boredom.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Stress in the workplace.
I could have never guessed just how stressful putting up your own, albeit highly improvised, website could be. Sure its just a series of connected blogs which are largely automatically created but my god its tricky.
Admittedly, most of the stress comes more from my computer than the site. You see, poverty has limited me to 56K internet and a lifetime of piracy and porn has torn my computer asunder. Just about every click renders my comp motionless for a minimum of a minute. Often times selecting a new tool in my photo editor leaves me staring at a white screen and fighting the urge to cry.
I've broken more things in the week or so this site has been up than I have in 21 years of clumsy existence.
But I'll be damned if I'm going to quit. I don't care that 1 blog takes an entire days of work at best and that I'm actually not that funny. This is my dream. I've wanted to do this since my first trip through the intertubes.
I will keep Florida's Finest going until I die. Which at this rate will probably be in a couple of weeks.
With love, Buddy Jolly.
Admittedly, most of the stress comes more from my computer than the site. You see, poverty has limited me to 56K internet and a lifetime of piracy and porn has torn my computer asunder. Just about every click renders my comp motionless for a minimum of a minute. Often times selecting a new tool in my photo editor leaves me staring at a white screen and fighting the urge to cry.
I've broken more things in the week or so this site has been up than I have in 21 years of clumsy existence.
But I'll be damned if I'm going to quit. I don't care that 1 blog takes an entire days of work at best and that I'm actually not that funny. This is my dream. I've wanted to do this since my first trip through the intertubes.
I will keep Florida's Finest going until I die. Which at this rate will probably be in a couple of weeks.
With love, Buddy Jolly.
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