The Drinking Game...

Last night, I needed a drink. A couple of co-workers text me saying they were meeting down at the Firehouse Brewing Co. here in Rapid City. The Firehouse, as we call it, serves food and their own brew of beer. Good Beer and Food. Anyway, We drank there for a bit then traveled to The Robbinsdale Lounge. The Robbinsdale Lounge is a place connected to a Bowling alley. Alright bar. They had Karoke last night. Plus they were playing drink games.

This particular game involved a team of three people. Our team consisted of my brother Brett, Megen (a friend) and myself. The object of the game was to slam down an 8 oz plastic cup full of beer then placing the cup, standing up right, on the edge of the table. You then had to hit the bottom of the cup hard enough to stand upside down. Then your team member next to you would slam their beer and do the same until the last member of your team repeats the process. The team who finished first wins. We, of course...... lost. Megen's not a chugger. None the less, it was fun.

The Okay Porn...

Over the last year, with the technology in the cell phone biz, with the ability to send pictures and video to each other, alot of people send goofy shit. The ones that are sent to me involve porn. Whether it's an off the wall type like a guy blowing his six gallon load all over a chicks surprised and shocked face. You open it, watch it and chuckle. Then you send it to everybody in your phonebook.

Think about the people who are in your phonebook. all of them. Now how many of the people you send the above said video would you actually watch porn with.. Let alone talk about it? Not many. How many times have you asked a female friend to come over to your house and watch "Balls Deep 4" You probably wouldn't. But your willing to send a picture of an attractive blonde with a giant cock in her mouth, her nose plugged and the caption says "How do you suffocate a blonde???"

This porn could be considered acceptable between friends because you are not actually watching an entire porno together. It's like road rage... People act tough as hell when they are in their car driving down the road and some prick cuts you off. You wouldn't scream "Hey fuckhead!!! What the hell are you doing!!! if someone cuts in front of you at the grocery store. Partial porn is acceptable.

The video's that people seem to send them to me all the time are the ones where a piece of sporting equipment is sliding out of a female orifice. Ugh...

Thin = Happy????

Now before you shit yerself with anger at 'ol Eric here. This is an observation I've noticed lately and confirmed with interaction.

Why are severely obese people so angry? Who are they angry at? Themselves? People who are thin and healthy? Whatever the reason I would like the 411 on this subject.

I chalk it up to the stare factor. There is more of them to look at, so people look. This would piss me off. I'm not thin by all means but then again I'm not so fat that I can't wipe my own ass. Maybe that's it??? An asswiping issue? I'm sure with out proper care and cleaning, your asshole would get raw and sore. So when you walked those big ass cheeks grinding together on the poor puckerspring that it gets painful. Pain = Anger?

You tell me.....

A Continuation Of The Human Condition...

Al Sharpton has the best scam in the world going. When ever White Folks fuck up and say something that might not sound too bad thinking it in your head but when spoken could be construed as racism... he's on it like a cat at a two legged crippled mouse. He makes sure everybody who is a pale shade of gray knows about it by first contacting the media, second by holding a press conference and third by boycotting the said offender. Type Al Sharpton and Golf Channel together in Google and you will see what I mean.

It's pretty bad when a man of color (myself... I'm a genuine Upper Plains ((tan)) Indian) starts feeling sorry for the poor offender in this case. The White Middle Class. Take Don Imus for instance. Probably not popular with the black listener before his comments towards a collegiate women's basketball team. And most likely never even been heard of by most blacks on his show. Fired he was. I defended Mr. Imus on the basis of statistics. Did none of the college females playing basketball ever sleep with a somebody when not married? Most likely not. Are young females of color twice as likely to get pregnant before marriage. The National Average says so. So, in the wrong wording, Mr. Imus was guilty and was the statement all that damaging to the women of this basketball team. I say no because I couldn't name one player from that team and less than 20% probably could tell you one. Was Don Imus railroaded??? Of course he was by the big race card that minorities hold over whites. Some minorities say much worse things about white people and like water off a ducks back flows to the ground like rainwater.

Take Native Americans here in South Dakota. Some want to live life in thee traditional way. I have a hard time understanding what the traditional way is to a modern Native. Do they want to live as the great tribes of the 1800's or a separate nation from The U.S.? I'm pretty sure that the younger generation would still like to mimic the gangster rap moguls out there and would like to still drive a car. Sorry Sonny... One way or another, not both. I, for one, enjoy modern conveniences.

As for the White Anglo Saxon in America. Your numbers are dwindling with every passing day. Your daughters will get pregnant from some brown boy sooner than later. Then who are the minorities going to cry the race card against. We can only wait and see. PEACE!!

Holy Sheet Rock A Second Post!!!

That's right you bastards... a second post. I could have saved it for tomorrow but instead of hiding it away in the deep dark abyssal I call my head. I'll spew it to you. Truthfully??? I'd fuck up and forget what I wanted to type and you'd be left with shit information on the temperature of a Yak's scrotum just before mating season. (If you want to know that info??? Google it yourself ya lazy bastard.)

I know how boring it can be for a reader to read about how proud a parent is of the accomplishments of their kids. You've heard it before, Kimmy swam the deep end or Johnny made the honor roll for the 4th time... Ugh. Well I'm not going to talk about the sports achievement that my daughter hasn't achieved so you are safe. Anyways. I am going to talk about the news she gave me a couple of days ago.

We went to dinner, oh by the way.. my daughter is 17, anyways... She tells me that she has all the credits that is needed to graduate High School. I wanted to piss myself with excitement. And it's not that I thought she didn't have it in her to succeed or something like that but... that she did have it in her to succeed. Little things that make you want to react like a diaper wearing 1.5 year old with a bitch of a rash.

In April, she'll be an official adult. Her mom and I did our job pretty good. 1. she's not been knocked up by the dumbfuck punk that every parent in town hates. 2. She, (as far as I want to believe. She's my daughter so your feeble opinions have absolutely no weight so piss off) has never done drugs or been nailed by the cops at a local house party piss drunk with vomit caked on her shirt with a "Minor under the influence" charge.) So.. I will celebrate this accomplishment, even with the jeers of readers who hate hearing about the meager, overzealous banterings of the too proud parent. SO..... HA!

What Am I Doing HERE!!!

Hello.....

If you have ever been to western South Dakota and been to the Black Hills, you will or have been amazed at this patch of forest in the middle of nowhere. It truly is like no other on earth. But if you take a minute to read a paper or watch a news broadcast you will utterly confuse yourself will the idiocracy that the state government can be filled with so many out of touch with reality.

Last year, the Legislature voted in a tax that raised the price of smokes by a buck and chewing tobacco by 30% of it's selling price. Now before you get on your health soapbox hear me out. The class of people that this hits hardest is the lower class. Okay I'm not defending the lower class but the kids in these lower class homes whose parent has an addiction and will likely buy cigs before anything that benefits the family as a whole... (ie: food, OTC medicine, etc...) Ah... now you see what I'm getting at.

Another issue is the seatbelt law. We here have a seatbelt law that effects mainly the front seat passengers only. Don't where a seatbelt it's twenty bucks to the state. Now some do-gooder wants to implement a law that requires all in a vehicle wear seatbelts. Government intrusion again. Okay... before you get on your safety soapbox hear me out. We here in western S.D. have a shindig that calls itself the Black Hills Motorcycle Rally. Every second week of August in the tiny town of Sturgis, 300,000 bikers ride into the area...... with no helmets. And the main cause of motorcyclists deaths during that week is blunt force head trauma. Nuff said.

Socialism is alive and well in South Dakota as well as government stupidity. More later...

Hello Again...... Hello...

Hi out there. It's me. The one who took a longer than expected hiatus. I'm a fool. Anyhoo...

Let's catch up.

As you know from the earlier posts that I got divorced. It was a bad period in my postings and I didn't think straight back then. Added I didn't think that you wanted to hear about my temper tantrums over my wife. We both made big mistakes and realize that. We are good friends now and let our past problems slide. It's better for everybody.

I now live with my younger brother Brett whom I see mostly on weekend since he works a swing shift and I'm in bed by the time he gets off of work. We have a two bedroom apartment in Rapid City. It's okay. I do miss being in Piedmont. Enough of the sappy shit.

Okay... Back to work.

I'm hoping to get some of the people I used to blogroll with and some new ones. Bear with me as I am extremely rusty. More later.... It's good to be back.

Back Like A Pimple on your Face,,,,

Well I'm Back!!! More later...