Saturday

After recovering from Samantha trying to kill us, Carlos and i decided to go see Ray Wylie Hubbard at the Hogg Pit. I had been talking to this girl on myspace and casually mentioned that we were going to the concert.

She decided she would meet us there. I got a little nervous. Me and Carlos got a table by the back exit in case i had to fake a heart attack or something. We worked out an exit strategy and everything. We had a code word. If the word was dropped, we eggressed separately and met at the truck and hauled ass. We were ready.

At this point i will not talk about the persons we met. I will say this though, if you are going to lie, lie about something that isn't obvious. Little things like don't say your rich and show up in a beater, don't advertise with a 10 year old picture, use a current picture, not one from 40 pounds ago. I notice the details. Here is another tidbit of information. Don't lie about your height, this can be verified in a face to face meeting. If a women is showing a Glamour Shot photo, run like hell. That means they have a great personality, which is another indicator that your not interested. Oh, here is another piece of advice, if your wing man calls her friends whores, there will not be a positive outcome.

We played a little pool, listened to some good music and generally had a good time. It was an older crowd as Ray Wylie Hubbard was playing. When the music stopped, i turned at looked at them and said " It was nice to meet y'all, have a good night" Me and Carlos hit the door and was gone.

All in all it was a fun weekend.

One fun weekend

Last week a buddy of mine and i decided he would spend the weekend in Midland. He came down from Amarillo. Friday night a couple of my Brother Knights come over to the house. They had a kitchen pass from mama and were gonna use it. We drank a lot of beer and was grilling Jalapena Poppers, Muenster Sausage and burgers.

About 2200 we decided to go downtown to the two bars in Midland. We discussed the logistics of us drunken clams driving to the bar. Samantha decided she would be designated driver for myself, Mardy, Carlos and Rohmie the Homie.

We go to The Bar, and it was crowded. We stayed for maybe 30 minutes and cruised over to Hot Shots. Here it wasn't so crowded and they had a decent band. We are slamming Rum and beer and playing pool. Rohmie the Homie is in a chair with wheels on it so we go hauling ass around the dance floor. A good time was had by all until we heard the dreaded word "Last Call"

We close the tab and Samantha is fighting to get all of us back in the truck. Some want to ride in the back and some can't walk straight to the truck. She is a good baby sitter.

Rohmie the Homie decided he wanted to be dropped off at his place and then Samantha decided she was going to cook us breakfast. We was ready for some of that. We go back to their house, right next door to me, crack open a few beers and Samantha is making here Egg, Potatoe, Sausage and jalepena combination. The smell was a bit strong but due to my alcoholic haze it didn't raise a flag.

She set the plate in front of me and we dug in. I see Carlos fighting for breath and running for a bottle of water. About that time the full heat of those peppers hit me and i couldn't breath. 3 bites into this meal and i am soaking toast in beer to prevent blister formation in my mouth. I thought i was going to die. I drank about 1/2 gallon of water trying to put that fire out.

My eyes were watering, my tongue was hanging out, Carlos was wimpering 'I want to go home" and Mardy was fighting through the heat. I was gagging and i headed for the door. I limped back home and made an ice pack to suck on. It burnt the enamel off my teeth. When i hit the bed, my head was spinning and i welcomed death.

The next morning i awoke and was scared to fart. I farted once and caught my drawers on fire. I was dreading what i knew was coming. I thought the peppers burned through my stomach and was eating my spine. Carlos and myself wouldn't get no further than 20 feet form the shitter. We couldn't trust a fart. It was bad.

A true guidance in life, the duality of man - revisited

Everyone has their demons. Some come out all the time and some only come out when they are fed alcohol. I have the question, are humans basically good with evil intentions or are they evil with good intentions? No one can really answer this question. Many times in my life i feel that i am both good and evil. It depends on the situation.

Those who know me know that i am a devout Catholic. I am not as my Brother says, a sheeple, but i am educated in my Faith. I have researched a lot, read a lot, and have read some of the early writings of the Fathers of Catholicism. I do not accept on blind faith. I have researched the writing of the bible and the starting of religion as it relates to Christianity.

After all this digging, reading and researching, the answer to my question is best answered by an Indian Chief talking to a young Brave. The story goes something like this:

An elderly Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life. He said to them " A fight is going on inside me. It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One wolf is evil - he is fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, competition, superiority and ego."

"The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every person, too"

They thought about this for a minute, and then the young brave asked his grandfather, " Which wolf will win?"

The old Cherokee replied " The one you feed"

This story simplifies everything for me. All you have to do is feed the good wolf. Pray, be nice, listen, smile, help, all these little words can greatly improve your life if you apply them.

We feed our wolves every day. Make a conscious effort to feed the good wolf.

Anal Sex

A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told him that her husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she was not sure that it was such a good idea.

'Do you enjoy it?' the doctor asked.

'Actually, yes, I do.'

'Does it hurt you?' the doctor asked.

'No. I rather like it.'

'Well, then,' the doctor continued, 'there's no reason that you shouldn't practice anal sex, if that's what you like, and if you take care not to get pregnant.'

The woman was mystified. 'What!? Is it possible to get pregnant from anal sex!?'

'Of course,' the doctor replied, 'Where do you think Democrats come from?'

Culture, Character or Race?

Somebody has to say it, it may as well be me. By now everyone knows about the flooding of the Mississippi. Iowa has taken a beating. I feel for those folks.

All this flooding surely contrast with what happened in New Orleans and Katrina. No one is shooting at the helicopters. There is no looting and crooked cops stealing everything. Why is this?

Is it because Louisiana is a welfare state and all those people in New Orleans expected money? Is it a race issue? Why are the people of the heartland looking forward to see what has to be done and not waiting for the government handout?

Obviously there is a huge Race difference and obviously there is a huge difference in how the victims are acting. Logically one could deduce that it is entirely racial. Me personally i think it is all three. The people of the heartland are definitely a better class of people than what live in New Orleans.

Well Louisiana, you want to be a welfare state, you sure look like a shit hole now. Way to go New Orleans. You democrats keep voting them in, you shit in your bed, have a good nights sleep.

Mexican words of the day

* JUAREZ *

My vieja slapped me and I said JUAREZ your problem!!



*MUSHROOM*

When my familia gets in the car there's not MUSHROOM left!



*CHICKEN*

My wife wants me to go to the store pero CHICKEN go herself!


*LIVER and CHEESE*

I went to dis bar and some vato try to hit up on my vieja. I said 'Ey vato LIVER alone CHEESE with me!!'



*JULY*

You told me you loved me but JULY to me!



*PUTA*

Eh! PUTA phone down and get back to work



* TEXAS *

My stupid friend don't call no more, jus TEXAS me.



*TISSUE*

Hey Vato if you don no how to do it, let me TISSUE.



*JEWISH*

Me carnelito asked to drive me carucho and I say JEWISH.



*HARRASMENT*

Orale vato my vieja caught me in bed with my sancha pero that's okay cuz I told her that HARASSMENT nothing to me!'



*BRIEF*

My homie farted so bad I couldn't BRIEF.



*Bishop*

We went to the movies and Lupe fell down and I had to pick the BISHOP!!



*HERPES*

Me and my ruca, we order pizza. I got my piece and she got HERPES!!



*WATER*

My viejia gets mad and i don't even know WATER problem is!



*SODAS*

My ruca cooks good and SODAS her sister.



*INJURE*
Me and my jefe were playin poker and he beat me... he said INJURE face cabron!!

An oldie but a goody

A plane is decreasing speed rapidly downward, the pilot comes over the intercom and says 'i'm sorry it had to come to this folks, but
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> unfortunately we're gonna have to let some of the luggage go'...the plane continues to decrease speed.

Again you hear the pilot over the intercom 'i hate to have to do this, but now we're gonna have to start releasing passengers by alphabet order beginning with the letter
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> 'A!!!'...AFRICANS, ANY AFRICANS?!?... No one answers 'B!!!' BLACK
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> PEOPLE ANY BLACK PEOPLE?!? again, silence. 'C!!!' COLORED PEOPLE, ANY COLORED PEOPLE?!?...silence.

A black boy in the back turns to his mother and says 'but mom, aren't we african american?, aren't we black? Aren't we colored?'

the mother turns to her son and says ' yes son, but today we NIGGAS!!!...mexicans go first..
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> The little black boy turns to the little mexican kid sitting next to him and laughs......!!! The mexican kids laughs back and say I'm a
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> WETBACK......