The Life Of A LittlBUGer

Life just sucks… but that’s mainly because I don’t have the money I require (not just want) or the time to enjoy it. And that pisses me off beyond belief… then just add the fact my wife is more annoyed by it and rants about it to me makes my life suck all the more.

So, anyway, yea, I don’t have much to say, though I should keep trying to update this thing. I’m just so damned busy with other things.

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My oh my, it’s been a long while since I’ve posted here eh? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’ve just recently been swamped at work and with the family that I’ve had absolutely no damn time for anything. I have deadlines approaching at work and too much work to be done until then, I have kids going crazy at home along with my wife, I have a friend’s PC that I need to finish fixing (I wiped it and started from scratch as it was going down…), and I have my own websites and other damn things to catch up on, including movies and gaming! GAH! What’s a poor guy like me with no time to do? I know!:

Step 1: Create a plan to successfully freeze time whenever I feel like it while at the same time making sure I don’t age during that frozen time even though I’m free to move around as I please and also be able to shit money out of my ass.

Step 2: Execute the plan and ?…

Step 3: Profit!

Some good news lately though, I finally decided to get tested for spermies down under (I’m sure some of you recall my fun Vasectomy story) and guess what? I’m in the clear! Whoohoo! Sex anywhere, anytime baby! And with that fun tip of information that you never needed nor wanted to know, here’s a fun picture of the day: Fat Pussy!

Enjoy and prosper!

Hello all and sorry that I haven’t been posting much as of late. I just haven’t seen, heard of, or been through enough drama or crap lately to make any meaningful posts. Though, I guess my grandfather’s 80th birthday was something special, but nothing worth noting here. And I do have some crapified issues at work I can express to the world here, but still not good enough. Eh, oh well, I guess I’ll leave you all with a fun poem I found. Enjoy.

A Poem for Computer Users Over 40

A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.

Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes.

An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3-inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You’d be in jail for a while.

Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode.

Cut you did with a pocketknife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider’s home
And a virus was the flu.

I’ll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
No one’s been killed in a computer crash
But it makes their face turn red!

Life… is like a game… and no not the damn board game… damn evil thing. No, life is like a computer game… with different difficulty levels.

Now, you only get once chance, no saves or restore points, no second chances or time to think about an action before it’s done or see the future before it’s set… where would you want to play in the game of life?

Choices:

- Unmarried/Single life is like the Tutorial Level: You are just learning who you are and what you need to do (and how to do it) or if you already know, then it’s just damn ridiculously easy and fun.

- Married/Partnered life is like playing at Very Easy: Money and health aren’t an issue and you usually just have too much damn fun screwing around the game all the time with your significant other.

- Married with One Child is like playing at Easy: You’ve finally begun your quest at an official difficultly and yet can still enjoy the simpler things in the game and have some decent fun with few worries or challenges.

- Married with Two Children is like playing at Medium/Normal: Now you are in a place where most other people are and where most are expected to go and you now realize that things aren’t as fun anymore and difficultly has greatly increased, but you still get by OK.

- Married with Three Children is like playing at Hard: You understand the meaning of work, pain, suffering and the like and struggle to get through on most occasions though you get gratification of eventually accomplishing the many large difficult tasks/challenges/obstacles laid before you.

- Married with Four Children is like playing at Very Hard: You envy everyone else while no one envies you and life seems to be almost like living in Hell while being attacked all of the time with only the few high points that keep you going, away from the brink of death at every turn, no matter the intense pain and suffering constantly presented.

- Married with Five Or More Children is like playing at Extreme/Insane/Hell/etc.: You’ve lost grip with yourself, your partner, your friends and with reality and have gone completely insane and wish to either die quickly or kill everyone else without a pause of thought or emotion or remorse… OR you are just a crazy Mormon with too much damn time on your hands.
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I thought you’d say that.

NOTE: This story is in no way meant to hurt or be rude to those that are Mormon or to the Mormon religion. I happen to have Mormon friends and think very highly of them. I just can’t help the thought that every single Mormon family I’ve encountered has at least 5 kids, or more like at least 10. Please disregard any comments made to Mormons here… Thank you.