Death to the Infidels.

I am not racist, really I am not, I like anyone who can bring a smile to the dinner table and not a bomb. Seriously though, I don't mean to rant but if you want to blow something up, do it on your time and not mine. I have shit that needs to get done, are they important? To me they are, maybe it's not to you but you know what? Who died and made you boss? Oh thats right, no one, you just keep blowing yourselves up, that is not the right way to run a religion, if you want though I have the phone number of a great cult for you to join, please I insist you drink the punch first. But really, this is all about a guy who came into my place of work today and asked for copper wires, a half dozen metal pipes and ammonia, seriously you think i don't know what you are making? Fortunately we don't sell ammonia, but man when the guy at 7-11 is coming to the Home Depot for "home" supplies, and makes a fuss about timers and the like. I have problems with that, maybe you don't but I do. So >.< blow up on your own time. Not mine.

A new beginning

I suppose I should start by explaining the title of my blog, it begins way back when I was 12 or so when the first naked bodies I saw did not belong to that weird freaky lady on the Discovery Channel but instead belonged to a sweet and luscious model, this happened way too long ago and I have long but forgotten her but not those body parts. Since then I was what you called a disciple of mammaries but that didn't last long as I found new things to keep my attention, oddly enough it was games, RPGs to be exact and though sometimes I would find myself looking for her, my lovely lady and I grew apart, since then I suppose the internet was a new way for me to reunite with her but again RPGs got in the way, and so this is my new beginning, my Nicotene Patch if you will, now that I have a girlfriend. My old flame has seemed to be gone from my memories, and so my new viewers I give you my words of wisdom. Porn is over-rated.