Things That Annoy the Crap Out Of Me...

While I'm here, I may as well get this off my chest too.  Sleeveless shirts are never, and let me repeat this for those of you who somehow think you are the exception to this rule, NEVER a good look ON A MAN.  You know who you are.  Believe me, your arms aren't big enough to pull it off, and if they were, you'd look just as good in a regular t-shirt, plus you wouldn't subject the rest of us to the unease we feel when around some guys matted shoulder hair and underarm hair playing peek-a-boo. 

If for some reason you've got to do it, please be considerate and don't sit by me on any public conveyances.  I'll be easy to spot.  I'll be the one with a look on my face that is a combination of incredulity, disgust, and pity.  God did not make men pretty.  He gave them a sense of humor instead.  There is a reason that women's lines are chock full of sleeveless numbers - and that is WOMEN are pretty and look good in them.   Do yourself a favor and take my word for it - YOU DON'T!

Gleek, if a picture is worth a thousand words, well, you just hit a homerun.  Thanks.  The first picture kept me from eating lunch, and the second one gave me something else to do with the free time.

You know yesterday I'm collecting trash on my Friday route.  That's my job, after all.  Some Brainless twit, driving an F-350 supercab diesel nearly puts himself in the collection hopper of my truck because he's talking on his cell phone and not paying attention to the road.  

I walk to the rear of the truck and start throwing the trash at the side of the road into the truck.

He said, " You stupid *fudge*, don't you know any better than to stop in the middle of the goddamn road?  Worthless *bunghole*'s like you make the roads a dangerous place.  Learn how to drive you *goshdarn* dumbass!"

He then pulled around me, over a double yellow line, on an uphill grade.  I heard screeching brakes and a crash.  After I crawled out of the ditch, I looked around the truck and saw where he went head on into a Mercede's.

I filled out the witness report for the deputy sherrif, and informed the deputy of what the guy had been doing before the accident.  The deputy smiled and said loudly enough for the dude to hear, "Karma's a bitch, ain't it?"  I laughed as I drove away, but I wanted to use the asphalt like a cheesegrater on the prick's nose.

How else am I gonna show off the ink?

'Go through with'?

The ink is 25 years old, more or less...

I'm pretty sure if I shave any part of my upper (or lower  ) body in Seattle, I will be fending off passes from extremely large men wearing leather and answering to the name 'Butch'.

*fudge* that....

When did DutchB move?

Excellent point!