Nice People.

I woke up this morning and I must have had a dream or something because the thought screamed in my head that "I really don't like nice people."

Nice people... you know them... they might be your Ned Flanders neighbor, or a co-worker that talks your ear off about how you should embrace old "J.C" into your life because he will help you grow beautiful flowers, attract butterflies and shit like that, or the friend that is always there to remind you that saying "retard" is politically incorrect.

I also don't like it when I'm speaking to someone and I can't tell whether they are on drugs or they are just that way... I mean you should be able to tell right? Happy people are evil monsters on tranquilizers. Just look in their medicine cabinet. It will be next to the whitening strips, which help them to show off their perfect stupid smile.  Take them off the pills and you get an asshole.

I had a piece in here that was about my brother and he was pretty upset about it and told me to never speak about him in my blogs... I promptly took this off the web... to the dismay of my father. Who rallied for the post to stay up. So desperate he was that he shared with the world this....

"Trying to channel my inner bunny and just be Mr.fuzzy wuzzy Smiley Face.  But it's not working.  Goddamn ears are like rage radars, and what they dial up is BOSS BUNNY THE EEEVILL ONE with claws instead of paws.

 He  casts a huge dark shadow over the city.......whose innocent children and parents powerless to protect them will soon learn that he's no  Peter Cottontail, but he sure is hoppin.....MAD!!!!!

Run children run!!  Where are your puppies and kittens??  Yum, yum!  Run!  Grrrrr!

Mommy?  What's happened to grandad?

It's alright dear.  Somebody held the door open for him at Wawas and called him Pops.  So he kind of snapped."

We (my mom, hubby, watts, james and I had a good giggle over this.... because of the attached picture.

The best part was my mom's one liner "Well at least it gives Bill  a break" meaning my brother.

What my dad was trying to say, is that being called "pops" really pissed him off. The guy was a nice guy... trying to do the right thing... but it turned into this.... strange looking man wearing bunny ears posting to his daughters blog. Thanks dad... for saving my blog...I think. Way to take one for the team.

Have you ever met a truly nice person? Think about it before you post a comment... and then look in their medicine cabinet or in their gun drawer.

And why can't we say politically incorrect things? Why can't people take a joke? When did we become so controlled? There is nothing worse than a boring person... and most of the time they are nice.

But... I guess on the other hand  some people are not funny they are just mean.. there is a fine line. I cross that line all the time... I'm learning though... with the help of my husbster that squeezes my arm or gives me "the look"... he can almost always sense my little mouse wheel exploding to say something totally wrong. I'm the honey badger though.. I don't give a shit.
I like to be mean. It makes me feel better about myself... I don't bottle that shit up... I let it explode the minute you shake it.
I have verbal diarrhea. Guilty as charged.
And your welcome.
Now go have a shit day and leave me the hell alone. I got kids to feed.