23. July 2008 · Comments Off on The gift that keeps on giving…….. · Categories: Ain't That America?, Domestic, Good God, My Head Hurts, Stupidity

Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.

A guy who purchased
his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was
looking for a little something extra for my wife, Julie. What I came
across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser.The effects of the
taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse
affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to

WAY TOO COOL! To make a long story short, I bought the device and
brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and
pushed the button. Nothing!

I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button
AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I’ d get the
blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.
AWESOME!!! Incidentally, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn
spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that
it couldn’t be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently
(trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking
that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood moving

I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a
second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I
was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a
mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Is
that wrong?

So,there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one
hand, and taser in another.

The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient
your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms
and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would
purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of
water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the
batteries. All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring
about 5′ long, less than 3/4′ in circumference; pretty cute, really,
and (loaded with two itsy bitsy triple-A batteries)thinking to
myself, ‘no possible way!’

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my best!
I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one
side as to say, ‘don’t do it, dip shit,’reasoning that a one second
burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn’t hurt all that bad. I
decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I
touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and… HOLY

I’m pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me
up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and
over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the
fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples
on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under
my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs!

The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging
to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt
to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to ‘mug’ yourself with a taser, one
note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you
zap yourself!

You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand
by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would
be considered conservative!


A minute or so later (I can’t be sure,as time was a relative thing at
that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and
surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of
the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so
from where it originally was.

My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face
felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip
weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. Apparently, I shit
myself, but was too numb to know for sure,and my sense of smell was
gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came
from my hair. I’m still looking for my nuts, and I’m offering a
significant reward for their safe return!!

P.S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!

‘If you think education is difficult, try being stupid.’

23. July 2008 · Comments Off on Child Labor · Categories: General, The Funny, Working In A Salt Mine...

I know its old, but still funny

Here’s a truly heartwarming story about the bond formed between a little 5-year-old girl and some construction workers that will make you believe that we all can make a difference when we give a child the gift of our time.

A young family moved into a house, next to a vacant lot. One day, a construction crew began to build a house on the empty lot. The young family’s 5-year-old daughter naturally took an interest in the goings-on and spent much of each day observing the workers.

Eventually the construction crew, all of them ‘gems-in-the-rough,’ more or less, adopted her as a kind of project mascot. They chatted with her during coffee and lunch breaks and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important. At the end of the first week, they even presented her with a pay envelope containing ten dollars. The little girl took this home to her mother who suggested that she take her ten dollars ‘pay’ she’d received to the bank the next day to start a savings account.

When the girl and her mom got to the bank, the teller was equally impressed and asked the little girl how she had come by her very own pay check at such a young age. The little girl proudly replied,

“I worked last week with a real construction crew building the new house next door to us.”

“Oh my goodness gracious,’ said the teller, “and will you be working on the house again this week, too?’

The little girl replied, “I will, if those @**holes at Home Depot ever deliver the f***in’ sheet rock.”

18. June 2008 · Comments Off on Summer in Texas has arrived!! · Categories: Domestic, General Nonsense, Local, The Funny

I got this HILARIOUS e-mail from a friend, it was too good and too funny to pass up putting it here:

Dear Diary:
June 10th:
Just moved to Texas ! Now this is a state that knows how to live!! Beautiful sunny days and warm balmy evenings. What a place! It is beautiful. I’ve finally found my home. I love it here.

June 14th:
Really heating up. Got to 100 today. Not a problem. Live in an air-conditioned home, drive an air-conditioned car. What a pleasure to see the sun everyday like this. I’m turning into a sun worshipper.

June 30th:
Had the backyard landscaped with western plants today. Lots of cactus and rocks. What a breeze to maintain. No more mowing the lawn for me. Another scorcher today, but I love it here.

July 10th:
The temperature hasn’t been below 100 all week. How do people get used to this kind of heat? At least, it’s kind of windy though. But getting used to the heat is taking longer than I expected.

July 15th:
Fell asleep by the community pool. (Got 3rd degree burns over 60% of my body). Missed 3 days of work. What a dumb thing to do. I learned my lesson though. Got to respect the ol’ sun in a climate like this.

July 20th:
I missed Lomita (my cat) sneaking into the car when I left this morning. By the time I got to the hot car at noon, Lomita had died and swollen up to the size of a shopping bag, then popped like a water balloon. The car now smells like Kibbles and $hits. I learned my lesson though. No more pets in this heat. Good ol’ Mr. Sun strikes again.

July 25th:
The wind sucks. It feels like a giant freaking blow dryer!! And it’s hot as hell. The home air-conditioner is on the fritz and the AC repairman charged $200 just to drive by and tell me he needed to order parts.

July 30th:
Been sleeping outside on the patio for 3 nights now. $225,000 house and I can’t even go inside. Lomita is the lucky one. Why did I ever come here?

Aug. 4th:
It’s 115 degrees. Finally got the air-conditioner fixed today. It cost $500 and gets the temperature down to 85. I hate this stupid state.

Aug. 8th:
If another wise a$$ cracks, ‘Hot enough for you today?’ I’m going to strangle him… D@mn heat. By the time I get to work, the radiator is boiling over, my clothes are soaking wet, and I smell like baked cat!!

Aug. 9th:
Tried to run some errands after work. Wore shorts, and when I sat on the seats in the car, I thought my a$$ was on fire. My skin melted to the seat. I lost 2 layers of flesh and all the hair on the back of my legs and a$$ . . . Now my car smells like burnt hair, fried a$$, and baked cat.

Aug 10th:
The weather report might as well be a d@mn recording. Hot and sunny…Hot and sunny…Hot and sunny…It’s been too hot to do $hit for 2 d@mn months and the weatherman says it might really warm up next week. Doesn’t it ever rain in this d@mn state? Water rationing will be next, so my $1700 worth of cactus will just dry up and blow over. Even the cactus can’t live in this d@mn heat.

Welcome to HELL! Temperature got to 115 today. Cactus are dead. Forgot to crack the window and blew the d@mn windshield out of the car. The installer came to fix it and guess what he asked me??? ‘Hot enough for you today?’ My sister had to spend $1,500 to bail me out of jail. Freaking Texas ..What kind of a sick demented idiot would want to live here?? Will write later to let you know how the trial goes…

11. April 2008 · Comments Off on Who else is getting a little sick of Madonna?? · Categories: General

24. April 2007 · Comments Off on Let me tell you what to do with one piece of toilet paper… · Categories: General

I found this in the New York Post

April 24, 2007 — SHERYL Crow should eat crow. The save-the-environment rocker who’s on a “Stop Global Warming College Tour” with Laurie David and just proposed a limit on toilet paper usage is a big gas-guzzler. Her performance rider demands for each show include three tractor trailers, four buses and six cars for her entourage, TheSmokingGun.com reports. She also insists on 12 bottles of Grolsch beer, six bottles of “local” beer and a bottle each of “good Australian Cabernet” and “good Merlot.” Crow’s flack said the rider was “an old one from 10 years ago” but declined to show us a current one.

08. April 2007 · Comments Off on You know your a native of San Diego when… · Categories: General

~Your high school had a surf team~

~You can correctly pronounce Tierrasanta, La Jolla, Rancho Penasquitos, San Ysidro, Otay Mesa, and El Cajon~

~There are four distinct seasons: Summer, Not Quite Summer, Almost Summer, and Oh Hey Look Its Summer Again~

~Chula-juana is a real town.~

~Your house is worth more than some small countries~

~You know what MB, OB, and PB stand for~

~Every street name is either in Spanish or Spanish related, and you’re surprised when other areas don’t have this~

~You can determine the accuracy of someone’s “i’m ghetto” claim by knowing their high school. For example, El Camino High School or Crawford High School~

~You see weather forcasts for four different climate zones in the same county, and aren’t remotely surprised. The Mirco Climate Weather~

~You’ve gone to Mt. Helix in July and known you still need a jacket~

~You’ve tailgated at Qualcomm Stadium, and for bonus points, also tailgated when it was Jack Murphy Stadium~

~You have a favorite- the WAP or the Zoo~

~You’ve been on a field trip to see an Imax movie at the Reuben H. Fleet Science Center~

~You still call it the Del Mar Fair~

~You say “i’m going to the track” and people know what you mean~

~You understand what May-Gray and June-Gloom is~

~A famous skateboarder/surfer lives in your town~

~There’s a North County, a South County, and an East County but no Central County~

~”Mossy Nissan! Mossy Nissan! Mossy Nissan Moves You!”~

~You know what it means when two guys are walking in Hillcrest~

~You know what it means when a girl in a short skirt is walking on El Cajon Blvd~

~You’ve gotten stuck in the Horton Plaza parking structure traffic after a Padres game~

~You know what “The Merge” is, and will plan your entire day around not being on it during rush hour~

~You’ve been to Belmont Park~

~You’ve taken the Coaster and laughed at people sitting in traffic on the 5~

~You know the difference between Clairemont Mesa, Kearny Mesa, and Mira Mesa~

~You’ve gone to Sea World on a warm day and sat in the first few rows at the Shamu Show to get cooled off~

~You’ve been delayed at the Border Checkpoints on the 5 and the 15~

~There are more bands than people~

~Your house doesn’t have air conditioning~

~You know it’s San Diegan, not San Diegoan, or San Diegoite~

~Everyone has their favorite beach~

~No matter what the weather is, there is always someone walking around in a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops~

~You live on, near or are surrounded by hills~


~You have family and or friends that have moved to Arizona~

~You used to, and sometimes still do ride the carousel at Seaport Village~

~You know someone who doesn’t own pants, and have a neighbor who doesn’t seem to own a shirt~

~You know what Santa Ana’s are, and that they have literally nothing to do with the city of Santa Ana~

~If the menu doesnt have California burritos on it, forget it, its not real mexican food~

25. March 2007 · Comments Off on American Idol…the SNL version · Categories: General

08. March 2007 · Comments Off on Have you ever had one of those days…… · Categories: My Head Hurts

When you feel like you’ve been hit by a truck, or that it’s just not worth it to chew off the restraints, so what do you do? Personally when I find that blue-bird of unhappiness…I’m going to grill it with a potato, and have a chilled glass of wine.

The only question is white or red?

05. February 2007 · Comments Off on Anatomy of a Rotten Day Part Deux · Categories: Allied Treachery, Domestic, Good God, Memoir, sarcasm, The Funny

So this one time at Camp Pendelton, there was a Marine in my section and he had a bad day.(Found out that his wife had been sleeping with his best friend and she took the kids and split.)
Our wise SNCO called all of us NCOs into his office and said , “We needed to help this Marine out and make sure he does not hurt himself.”
So three of us were volun-told to get over to his house ASAP and take away and hide all of the things that he could hurt himself with (just in case).
I drew the short straw and got the knives, so I took note of all the sharpest and most lethal and packed them up to go to the armory. Then I hid the rest in plain sight.

Long story short he didn’t hurt himself… and he never found the knives I had hidden in plain view. He got out of the military, moved and never found them.

So I guess the moral is*if there is one*you’re not having a really shitty day—

unless I show up and hide your flatware!

12. January 2007 · Comments Off on The loathsome meets the unspeakable · Categories: General

Here it is, Rosie and Donald in all their headbutting glory.

14. November 2006 · Comments Off on The Revenge of Bullwinkle · Categories: General, General Nonsense, My Head Hurts
STOCKHOLM (Reuters) – A drunken elk is terrorizing children at a school in southern Sweden.

“That could be the problem. We could be dealing with a boozy elk,” Jan Caiman, a police officer in Molndal, told the national news agency TT.

The elk was probably eating fermented apples in a garden and had become inebriated, Caiman said.

Elk can weigh as much as 500 kilos (1,100 lb) and personnel at the school described the erratic male as “completely mad.”

“The children are really scared,” the receptionist at the school near Molndal in southern Sweden told the Gothenburg Post.

Caiman said police had contacted hunters and that if the elk did not calm down, it could be shot.

And somewhere Rocky is laughing his furry butt off.

10. November 2006 · Comments Off on The Birthday Message · Categories: Eat, Drink and be Merry, General, History, Military

No matter where you are, what your doing or how you feel about the Marine Corps: Happy Birthday nonetheless

The following will be read to the command on the 10th of November, 1921, and hereafter on the 10th of November of every year. Should the order not be received by the 10th of November, 1921, it will be read upon receipt.

(1) On November 10, 1775, a Corps of Marines was created by a resolution of Continental Congress. Since that date many thousand men have borne the name “Marine”. In memory of them it is fitting that we who are Marines should commemorate the birthday of our corps by calling to mind the glories of its long and illustrious history.

(2) The record of our corps is one which will bear comparison with that of the most famous military organizations in the world’s history. During 90 of the 146 years of its existence the Marine Corps has been in action against the Nation’s foes. From the Battle of Trenton to the Argonne, Marines have won foremost honors in war, and is the long eras of tranquility at home, generation after generation of Marines have grown gray in war in both hemispheres and in every corner of the seven seas, that our country and its citizens might enjoy peace and security.

(3) In every battle and skirmish since the birth of our corps, Marines have acquitted themselves with the greatest distinction, winning new honors on each occasion until the term “Marine” has come to signify all that is highest in military efficiency and soldierly virtue.

(4) This high name of distinction and soldierly repute we who are Marines today have received from those who preceded us in the corps. With it we have also received from them the eternal spirit which has animated our corps from generation to generation and has been the distinguishing mark of the Marines in every age. So long as that spirit continues to flourish Marines will be found equal to every emergency in the future as they have been in the past, and the men of our Nation will regard us as worthy successors to the long line of illustrious men who have served as “Soldiers of the Sea” since the founding of the Corps.

John A. Lejeune,
Major General Commandant

26. June 2006 · Comments Off on Timmer-Coffee+Gym=bad time for the one standing nearby · Categories: Fun and Games, General, The Funny

Get this video and more at MySpace.com

Timmer, you’re the best. So I give you this tribute.

21. June 2006 · Comments Off on Rapping Yoda · Categories: General Nonsense, Good God, The Funny

Get this video and more at MySpace.com

09. June 2006 · Comments Off on United Colors of Cat-dom……….??? · Categories: Domestic, General, Good God

sammy, morgana, the fat one, and Henry

Too good for the floor.

27. May 2006 · Comments Off on In the jungle… · Categories: Fun and Games, General, The Funny

Get this video and more at MySpace.com

13. May 2006 · Comments Off on I just love this tee-shirt · Categories: Cry Wolf, General, Military

The United States Marine:

Over two centuries of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater, my mother was an M-16 and my father was the devil. Each moment I live is an additional threat upon your life.

I’m roughish looking, roving soldier of the sea. I’m cocky , self-centered, overbearing and I do not know the meaning of fear for I am fear itself. I am a green amphibious monster made of blood and guts who arose from the sea. Whose sole purpose in life is to perpetuate death and destruction upon the festering anti-Americans throughout the globe, whenever it may arise, and when my time comes, I’ll die a glorious death on the battlefield, giving my life to mom, apple pie, and the American flag.

We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the 7th day when God rested we overran his perimeter and stole the globe, and we’ve been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers, talk like sailors, and slap the hell out of both of then at the same time. Fighter by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, and a United States Marine by an act of God.

Semper Fi.

26. April 2006 · Comments Off on Purrrrfection · Categories: General

Sammy and Spike
Sammy and Spike

Ain’t it adorable.

29. March 2006 · Comments Off on pet blogging · Categories: Domestic, General Nonsense

well I think every one has shown their pets at one time or another, so I thought it should be my turn

Sammy 060329

Isn’t he just precious.

01. January 2006 · Comments Off on Someone made an Oops · Categories: General

This Marine is hereby appointed a Sgt on this day January 1st 2006.
What a way to start off the new year..eh

20. December 2005 · Comments Off on Uh Oh · Categories: General Nonsense, The Funny

How to tell when your getting older:

Your house plants are alive, and you can’t smoke any of them.

Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.

You keep more food than beer in the fridge.

6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.

You hear your favorite song in an elevator.

You watch the Weather Channel.

Your friends marry and divorce instead of “hook up” and “break up.”

You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.

Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as “dressed up.”

You’re the one calling the police because those %&@.. kids next door
won’t turn down the stereo.

Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.

You don’t know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.

Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.

You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald’s leftovers.

Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.

You take naps from noon to 6 PM

Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.

Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset,
rather than settle, your stomach.

If you’re a gal, you go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.

A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer “pretty good stuff.”

You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.

“I just can’t drink the way I used to” replaces “I’m never going to drink that much again.”

90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.

You drink at home to save money before going to a bar.

18. December 2005 · Comments Off on Woo-Hoo!!!! · Categories: General Nonsense, Home Front, The Funny

The poochie-liberation-front has struck again…PETA does’nt have s**t on me!!!!!

02. May 2005 · Comments Off on It was a good party when….. · Categories: Ain't That America?

The Monday following the blowout weekend party is usually the best for storys about who did what, who drank what, and who streaked around base housing at 1am in the morning.
The best stories start like this:

5. “Dude!!!!”

4. “Holy S**t…..look at the size of that hicky….what was she related to…… JAWS!!!!”

3. 10am….*ring* blurry reaching for cellphone
Voice on other end, ” uh Cpl…where does so-and-so live?”
Me: “Insh a housh…I tink.”
Voice on other end: “Uh Cpl…I got locked out when I went outside to use my phone…I’ve been wandering around trying to find the way out of base housing!”
Me: “Soookay so-and-so lives in base housing just follow this road and ish will take you to Mainside.”
Voice on other end: “Uh…..Cpl I don’t have any pants on and the neighbors dog has been chasing me for the last three blocks.”
Me:….blink blink blink…”F**k I’m on my way”.

2. “He could’nt stand for s**t but he sure did piss a perfect ring around the outside of the toilet”.

1. “See what has happened was…….”

28. April 2005 · Comments Off on My Watch · Categories: General

Somethings are only understood from one Military member to another.
Like leaving in the darkest hour of the morning like a thief, saying goodbye to your loved ones and promising that you’ll be okey.

A Marine wrote a song about it called My Watch

To hear it is moving, so a local radio station is trying to get it played nationally and they have started a letter campaign to Ryan Seacrest of American Idol fame and he has been less then…..well reachable.

So please If you have kissed your children goodbye, your wife/husband/significant other and gone to go do what few others would willingly do, then you know this feeling and how it is the hardest thing to do. This song tells it all, so now the ones we leave behind can know how we feel.

I come from an Island
In the Carolina sand
Where I was broke down,
Built up and reborn a fighting man
My blood runs red,
white and blue
I’ll brave the cold,
the rain, the pain
and the bullets
so you don’t have to

Don’t worry about me;
I’ll be all right
Just care for your children and sleep tight
I’ll keep you safe
on my watch tonight

It’s a long, long way from that island
And a long way from home
With the thought of you standing behind me
I could never be alone

There’s a promise
I need you to make
While I’m gone you take care of the love
And I’ll deal with the hate

Don’t worry about me;
I’ll be all right
Just care for your children and sleep tight
I’ll keep you safe
on my watch tonight

Don’t worry about me;
I’ll be all right
Just care for your children and sleep tight
I’ll keep you safe
on my watch tonight

26. February 2005 · Comments Off on Cursed · Categories: That's Entertainment!

In Wes Cravens newest big screen comedy( I mean Scary Movie), I laughed(mostly at the bad acting), I cried (mostly at the bad acting), and I almost pissed my pants, laughing so hard.
I think good old Wes is trying to make the transistion from Master of Horror to King of comedy. The script work was ( I shudder to think of it)……elemantary school at best, and the actors (all new up-and-comers ) probably did’nt get paid enough to actually do any acting, and should stick to television.
So in retrospect if you want to see a comedy I highly suggest this Scary Movie Wannabe.

24. February 2005 · Comments Off on This is why we have Spam Blockers · Categories: General

New comment on your post #3198 “Little Angel”

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Interesting, but you’re obviously not very highly educated.

You can see all comments on this post here:

Actually I am very well educated. Vindictive too.

23. February 2005 · Comments Off on A Debt Not Paid · Categories: General

My mother worked in Public Affairs for as long as I can remember. So I always knew what you say at one end of the microphone can be turned into something bad after it gets to the editing room, and then released at press time. Reporters can be sneaky. If they are looking for a story, they will find one ( or make one up). I personally avoid them. The only ones I will talk to are from the military media (AFRTS, AFN…..etc) They have nothing to gain or loose, and off the record is OFF the record.

So, I may distrust the media at large, but I would never have targeted them…….EVER. They are doing their job, just like me.

During my stint at the 1st OIF, in the first days of the SCUD attacks, when the SCUD dive was the dance of the camp, the shelters could only hold so many people. During the day you ran for what ever one was closest; the ones near the operations center of the camp was always over-crowded during the day. A reporter was one of the last to run for shelter, I didn’t know who he was, what agency he was with. I always tried to get the corner of the shelter ( in case it collapse I might be able to survive it). I noticed right away he didn’t even have his kevlar helmet on…. but I had had my flack, kevlar, LBV(load-bearing-vest) M16, and gas mask. I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me and put him in my corner and moved to stand at the entrace of the bunker.

Why did I do this? Simple… I had on about 15 pounds worth of gear and he didn’t. I didn’t think anything of what I might have lost, if a missile had struck the camp.

I still don’t know his name, but it doesn’t matter, he is a human being and he should expect no less from anyone in the military.