Never underestimate the power of a Mexican garnish. Monday night, me and my aunt Tweety went to Margarettas for dinner and I ordered the cajun chicken which had a slice of a Mexican green pepper on top of the chicken. When I first ate the garnish I started sweating, my eyes watered in tears, my nose ran, I started coughing but not really choking, and I started to hiccup.
If it weren't for the British people we would never be paying any taxes as of today. No wonder why people procrastinate on their taxes, because the government and the IRS keep changing the stupid laws year-by-year. Thank goodness Quicken invented the lifesaver tax software, compatible with state and federal as well as 1040, 1040A, and long form, called Turbo Tax.
In life I am mostly a house potato. My version of a Friday or Saturday night is staying home and just reading educational stuff, although Monday night had a little twist to it. Going out on the town to eat out, play two games of pool, three games of darts, and get drunk on only juices (nothing alcoholic) seem to be a change of paste.
Holidays do nothing for me but waste my time. With Patriot's Day coming up I obviously can't access the labs, so there goes that plan as far as Monday afternoon computer marathons. Well I guess I'll just crack down on writing assignment number 5 and stay ahead of the game this upcoming holiday weekend.
How disgusting can an employer get. Yesterday, I saw the employees-of-the-quarter and they were Grubby Turkey, Vice President; Krunchy Tropics, Human Resources; and someone else I don't know. What a bunch of bias Barbara Streisand; what in the hell did they do buy votes, man talk about kiss ass, corporative slime, it just makes me want to spew titanic sizes of orange chunks of puke; the employees-of-the-quarter is supposed to be for the underdogs NOT the top cheeze!
I love to do a good deed of the day, especially for ladies with nice, sweet personalities. Tonight the vending machine at the hospital was acting like Satin; a young boy lost his potato chips and a nurse lost her Snack Wells cookies. Then came BUFF IS THE STUFF; that's me if you want to play make pretend; unfortunately, the boy's chip were stuck in a most obscure way, but the nurse's cookies were stuck in the hanging position, so I thrashed the machine in one push and wallah her cookies fell down.
Kudos to John McDonald for starting-up an afternoon drive talk show from 3 to 6 p.m., Monday thru Friday. Out of curiosity I listen to it for the first two hours, before turning on to the Evening Sun Blues Show on 90.9 FM WMPG. The very same day Mary Matalin had her second child and simultaneously was backstabbed by WGAN as far as the 3 to 6 p.m. slot goes; hopefully another station in the area will pick-up her show when she gets back from maternity leave.
Did you know that your pinky is the size of your appendex. Also, your thumb is the size of your esopohogus (also known as your throat). This information is courteousy of Danielle, a co-worker of mine, who is majoring in the medical field at The University of New England, I assume.
It's about time they had some decent movies at the theaters for a change and not those cheesy, bloody, cheesedog ones. In May, an awesome movie directed by Steven Spielberg will be debuting, it's about a comet hitting the earth and U.S. military spy secrets and lots of destruction. Two others are: Baseketball with the creators of South Park acting in it along with the directors on Naked Gun and Black Dog with Patrick Swayze in it.
Curiosity killed the college student not curiosity killed the cat. Last night I seemed like I was E.F. Hutton; the commercial which says when E.F. Hutton talks everyone listens. Bottom line is this, if fellow students and faculty are desparately dying for their lives and want to hang around with me for a while and to know what STEVO SHORTY FORGET duz 4 a livn, then call me at 666-5150; oh by the way, leave a message cuz I am in prison for the weekends.