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Jeff and I started to talk about the new Angelina Jolie movie, Tomb Raider. We started to comment on how lucky Billy Bob Thorton is. For those out of the loop they are a couple.
We began to wonder if he ever did his Sling Blade character while they were making love.
Angelina: Why are you holding your dick?
Sling Blade: I don't rightly know, I just woke up a holding it, ummhumm.
Angelina: What are you going to do with that erection?
Sling Blade: I reckon I'm going to fuck you with it, ummhumm.
Angelina: I like the way you talk.
Sling Blade: I like the way you lick my balls, ummhumm.
I could go on but I'm not sure how well this will go over considering that its hard to convey the gravely Sling Blade voice in the written word.
I did have a good time with it though.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:54 AM
The other day, I told the story about what happened at Laura's after-hours. Now she has gotten the impression that no one will want to come to her parties because I happened to mention that the last two parties I went to, sucked the shit out of a donkey's ass.
I don't want anyone to get the idea that Laura's parties are as much fun as a bag of dead cats. Because they are much more fun than a bag of dead cats.
Seriously though, she does have a cozy backyard that seems like it would be perfect for an evening cookout. Just because I was burned twice doesn't mean I won't try again. I want to be nice. I don't feel the need to be a jackass, all of the time anyway.
I've been experimenting on ways to be more of an ass in more subtle ways. I'll fill you in on that later.
I also posted the new Babe of the Month. She was actually the babe of the month along time ago but she's not the first person I have reposted. Its been so long since she was the Babe of the Month that most probably don't remember.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:17 AM
I realize no one cares about this but… I can’t believe that the Supreme Court ruled that a handicapped golfer could ride in a golf cart in a PGA tournament when it’s in the rules specifically that each player must walk the course.
Some of my friends don’t even consider golf a sport because there is little risk of injury. I understand that this man has a condition that makes it very difficult for him to walk the course. But I have a condition of being too large to be a jockey. If I wanted to be a jockey, should the other jockey’s be forced to carry extra weight to make up the difference?
Obviously, not. I realize that jockeys do care extra weight so that all of the horse carry the same amount but that's not even close to my weight. I will never ever be a jockey. No matter how much I would train. I would never be able to compete because I would never be small enough be able to get my weight down to a professional jockey.
If a football player has a great year but he blows out a knee. He won’t be coming back next year unless he heals. Special allowances are not going to be made for him.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll talk about something other people may care about.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:20 AM
Do any of you have a friend that is SO full of shit that you never know whether you should believe them or not?
I just want to bitch about seatbelt laws. In Kentucky, if you are not wearing your seatbelt, they can pull you over and give you a ticket. It used to be that there had to be another reason to pull you over. Speeding, light out, whatever. You have to pay a $75.00 fine for not wearing your seatbelt.
In Kentucky, you don't have to wear a helmet when you ride a motorcycle, but when you get off of the bike and get in your car, you must put on your seatbelt. Does that make any damn sense?
I know a lot of local people visit my site fairly regularly. My friend Heather Fetzer is in University Hospital. She's in Rm 337 but make sure you call first if your going to visit, 562-3000. I'm sure she would love getting a visitor.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:38 AM
I am so tired.
I stayed up way too late last night and then got up too early and in between I tossed and turned most of the night. I had a pretty good day but I have hit the wall.
The other night a bunch of us were sitting around talking and we have decided to embrace our inner grouchy old man. The mental health community has said for a long time that we need to get in touch with our inner child. Screw that! Only very old people can get away with somethings.
For example, if you're in an arguement with a grouchy old man and all your points are valid and you are obviously winning the arguement and he should concede. All he has to do is give one dismissive wave of his hand at you and mutter, "Ahhh!"
You have lost. There is nothing you can do.
So my friends and I have decided to get in touch with our inner grouchy old man and see what we can learn.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 2:56 AM
I had a great time at the bar last night. Several of us went over to Sammy's and watched the first to episodes of the first season of The Soprano's. We had been getting together this whole season and we decided to keep it up even though the latest season is over.
We later went to the Mag and it was a good night. We were being louder and more obnoxious than normal but it’s our second home so fuck anyone who doesn't understand. Nobody got hurt and we all had a good time.
Roy and I left the bar right before closing and headed over to Laura's house for a party she was having.
The last time I was invited to an after-hours at Laura's, Cyrus and I went over there and there was one guy and Laura. That was it. It was not the after-hours I had in mind but I must admit I had a decent time. Cyrus and I picked on Laura for an hour or so and we left. It was worth the trip.
So Roy and I head over to Laura's. We walk in and this time there are three guys and Laura sitting there watching TV. The first words out of my mouth were, "Well this is a sausage party."
5 guys and Laura.
Laura keeps promising that more people are coming and they will be bringing other women. After about 20 minutes or so, Roy and I were going to go get something to eat. Laura, the sweetheart she is, heated up some pizza and got out the chips and salsa. So with grub and the promise of other women we decided to stay for a while.
Considering that it was a sausage party, I was having a descent time because Roy and I had been in a goofy mood most of the night and we were cracking each other up.
I don't remember exactly what we were talking about but then someone knocked on the door. From the other room we could hear her talking to another guy and then another guy. Just what this party needs, two more swinging dicks.
I need to pause the story for a moment at this point…
There are very few people in this world that I hate. I mean truly hate. There are a small handful of people that have either done something to me or one of my friends that I can, not only, NOT forgive but feel the strong desire to strike whenever I see them.
Back to the story in progress…
The first guy walks into the room and I don’t recognize him. Then the second guy walks in…
He used to go by the nickname “Fagboy”. As far as I knew he wasn’t gay, it was just what people called him. I had even heard him introduce himself that way a couple of times.
He did something fucked up to a friend of Roy’s and mine. There had been a fight at the Mag Bar and he was barred out. We saw him occasionally at Sparks, the bouncer at Sparks at the time, told Fagboy that if he broke Roy’s hand on his face then he would be thrown out.
We are not bullies. After the fight at the Mag we just made it very clear that we wanted nothing to do with him and he had better give us space.
So here we are in Laura’s house and someone that I truly hate walks in. I saw him first and then looked at Roy who was sitting on the couch facing me and hadn’t seen him yet. Roy looks up at Fagboy who is standing above him behind the couch.
Fagboy says, “What’s up?”
Roy said, “We have got to go!”
We left. We left because it was Laura’s party and she can invite whom she wishes but we don’t have to be there.
In a way it was kind of funny. From our perspective the party couldn’t have gotten much worse. But we were so surprised at how bad it got and at how quickly.
It was quite a night.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 6:27 AM
A friend of mine posted her picture for a model search through iwon.com. Here is the link to go to her picture. I think that she would be rated higher if the picture had been a little more revealing, so she can use the help at this moment. When I looked her rating it was 5.2. If you ever met this girl you'd know she is much better than that. I'm afraid you may have to register to vote. (I did.) If your willing just put in a bunch of fake info and some junk email address. If the link doesn't work perfectly, her picture is on page 13, picture 207 at iwon.com's model search.
I'm such a dick. I went through a couple of hundred pictures (I love DSL) of other girls and voted 1 out of 10 on all of them. Some of them were pretty hot though most were not. Thats all the help she's getting from though. I'm not going to go through over 6,000 pictures. I do suspect that they all start at 5 on the scale and have to work their way up and/or down. There were an awlful lot of pictures near that 5 mark.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:29 AM
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