Archive for September, 2008

Refs are special people

September 14, 2008

Look at this quite from the Wisconsin Wrestling Forum at this URL (Even though the subject is apparently football and now much to do with wrestling, it does have much relevance.):

The other clincher – we were about to win our first game in the end of year tourney when my son ran a kick-off back for a TD late in a game. One of the opposing kids pulled my son’s jersey out by grabbing his shirt instead of the flag. The opposing coach protested to the referee that my son’s shirt was untucked. The referee (15 year-old kid) was basically badgered into calling the penalty and called back the TD. We lost by a point. What was worse was that I wasn’t there because I was working pulling piers and my co-coach was this super-mild mannered guy who didn’t say anything to the official at all. He just shrugged and accepted it while the referee basically caved into the adult who more or less, bullied him into calling the penalty……

That further proves to me that you either have to be an AARP member or a Jew to be a referee in anything nowadays. (If someone be willing to accept me into Judaism, please let me know; otherwise, go fuck yourself.)

Stupid college kids

September 14, 2008

Yeah, I saw you assholes vandalize the street right behind you at 1:45am just now. You punks think you are all so priviledged. You all got mommy and daddy paying everything for you, which apparaently gives you college punks (what I saw was two guys and one girl, so this issue is also cross-gender) free reign to do whatever the fuck you want.

Dead fucking wrong.

You college punks think you are all tough right now because you all have a blank check from your mommies and daddies. Wait until you get out into the real world where you deal with real people who demand real results. Let’s see if mommy and daddy can save you assholes then. Fucking vandals.

Someone put me out of my misery

September 13, 2008

It’s been one of those weeks where my choice to stop believing in God three years ago has been further justified.

I made myself look like an ass last night. A. Complete. Fucking. Ass. In front of many people. I need to get help because I feel so powerless, insecure, and unsure of myself right now, it’s debilitating. And it’s one of those things you can’t even talk to your loved ones anymore about because they are so sick and tired of hearing the same old shit.

I suppose that’s what you get for being born and raised in a wine bottle.