Proof-Facts

So apparently google was all like, hey lets make the labels all ugly, add some extra settings nobody needs and then we’ll remove the best lab feature we got.  What the fuck google.  I mean, I know that there are probably greasemonkey scripts to move the labels back to the right, and different skins to make them look better, but why the FUCK would I want to go to all that trouble when all google had to do was not shit the bed.  They willie randolphed this, without a doubt.

As a man of many interests, I attended a WNBA game this weekend between the Indiana Fever and New York Liberty.  Many who know me would tell you that is the last place you would ever see me, but I’ll tell what, those lesbo’s almost sold me.   The fun I had keeping track of missed layups (15-30 for the game) and passes to no one (12) kept my interest piqued right to the very end.  After the 3rd the two teams had combined for an unthinkable 11-18 on layups.  You read that right, WNBA players were shooting at a 61.1% clip from 2 feet and in.

As I sat in  disbelief at the teams taking a run at the holy grail of a 50% plus shooting from 2 feet, they fell back to earth.  In a shooting display the likes of which many WNBA fans have seen before, the teams went on an epic 4-12 run to close the game and finish at a still high percentage (for women).

When watching the game played at that high of level you get to thinking things like: What if all these women had been aborted, what would I be doing right now?  Alas, without a time machine, a back alley, and a hanger I’ll never know the answer to that question.

So Steve Jobs got a transplant to save his life, and the transplant list keepers say he was  the sickest man on the list.  Well, I doubt that very much.  Especially considering the following:

Steve Jobs keeps farms of kids in foreign countries so he can harvest their organs when he needs them.  How else could a liver be so easily delivered?  Statistics that I didn’t just make up show that only 1 in 75 people on the waiting list ever get a liver.

He also feeds only on the aborted fetus’ of women he impregnates soley for this purpose.  He does this to get the precious stem cells needed to keep himself young.

So as this shows, mac fanboys are just perpuating the slaughter of young children the world over just so they can get their hands on the next iphone app that doesn’t matter.  Also, your OS is based on linux, but you get to overpay by about 1000%.

A couple of weeks back the Magna Carta (of disobedience) was driving down the main road in his town ( a smaller town consisting of about 10,000 people) when a large man on a four-wheeler decides it would be awesome and prudent to cut him off.  This set him off of course, so he yelled some things in his car as went to pass the guy.  It happened that his windows were down and the man heard him and replied by calling him asshole and saying that they could pull over and fight if he wanted.  Sweetness (Magna Carta a.k.a. Sweetness) couldn’t believe his ears so he pulled over and went up to the guy.  This guy was a larger fellow as I mentioned so Sweetness decided that full intimidation was needed before they would come to blows.  So he started yelling, not words but just noises and beating his chest in a quote “mad man beast mode”.  This tactic was followed by dropping to all fours and completing several mule kicks into the air while yelling “he-haw, he he-haw.”  It was at this point the four-wheeler rider had seen enough and remounted his machine saying “Fuck this, you’re crazy.”  Sweetness, undeterred, continued his mule kicks and he-hawing until another pedestrian, an older lady, pulled over and asked if he was okay.  He said he was fine and proceeded to his mother’s house for dinner.

For those of you who don’t know what a mule kick is, it’s simple.  Ask yourself how does a mule kick?  Rear legs only, so thats how you do it.  Hands on the ground, and kick your feet out into the air making mule sounds.  The moral of the story is that Sweetnees is a grizzly damn bear and anyone else would have gotten their ass kicked like a little 12 year old girl so go fuck yourself.

I have a friend,  The Magna Carta of Disobedience (Magna Carta for short) who is a manager of the second shift at a factory.   Since the recession they have had to let a few people go, and then when they get bigger orders are using temp workers to meet demand.  Now anyone who has dealt with temp agencies knows the kind of BS you can get drifting in.  In light of this fact, the Magna Carta prides himself on running a tight ship.

Anyway, one afternoon a temp worker who the Magna Carta claims looks as if he’s been doing crank for the last week straight is screwing up constantly and cause the Magna Carta a bit of trouble.  So as he’s apt to do, he let the guy know how unhappy he was by slamming the 25o pound steel workbench against wall, causing even more damage to some of the product.  Now the real trouble starts, this crackhead has caused the Magna Carta to damage some product with his stupidity, this cannot pass.  So, he lights a cigarette and berates the guy while blowing smoke in his face until ultimately the following took place:

MC: You can leave now, or we can fight when I’m done with this cigarette.

Crackhead: Fuck off

Anyone who knows the MC at all can tell you that Mr. Crackhead has made a mistake.  The Magna Carta immediately flicks his cigarette to the floor and swings on the guy.  Luckily for the dopehead he has uber reaction time (probably do to the crank) and evades the punch and sprints to his car not to be seen for days, until spotted walking down the street in 45 degree weather topless, because he’s hard.

Anyway, while conveying this story to me, I asked if he had any repercussions from the confrontation and was met with a swift, but  slightly confusing dismissal:

MC: “There are two kinds of people at work, Wyatt Earp, and dirt.  I’m Wyatt FUCKING Earp with my .45’s ready.

Me:  “Well, anyone who’s anyone knows that.”

MC: “I don’t have to take any shit from these Endangered Species sensitive guys, with their emo haircuts.

Me: “Endangered Species Sensitive?

MC: “Damn straight, those animals are too sensitive to survive, I won’t suffer them.”

Me: “You shoudn’t have to.”