With school, work, the gym, socializing I rely heavily on weed, my couch, and uninterrupted Sunday mornings to catch up on all my favorite shows and shit I miss throughout the week. Finally got around to watching the Office from last week (haven't watched last nights) entitled "The Banker". Weak sauce. Basically just a montage of clips from old episodes... speaking of I can't get the montage song from Team America outta my head now... very dissappointed nonetheless. One of my favorite shows not on cable... only other one is Modern Family. If another motherfucker tells me how funny 2 & Half Men or Big Bang Theory is I'll punch a baby. They're not. They're zinger one liner bullshit crap for the record. Though I did LOL at the clip where Jim literally steals Dwights identity. And I do own/have watched the original BBC version and loved it as well, although it took multiple viewings to fully understand. Never understood why they got just one season out of it over there? A bit less campy, a little darker, but still funny as hell.

So I've literally heard that Geico "ringeddy ding ding dong" ringtone on like 4 or 5 different peoples cell phones in the past week. I mean really? I hate people.

Speaking of car insurance commercials, that bitch Flo from the Progressive commercials has officially worn out her welcome as far as I'm concerned. That boufante beehive 50's Betty Boop look has got to go too. Never ceases to amaze the lengths to which people will go to be anyone other than themselves. What are you hiding Flo? And the name Flo on a red haired woman conjure up instant images of what? Hmmm? I think of a scene from Carrie, only not pigs blood. Yuck.

I've had a long standing rule in my home, every woman I've ever dated, wrap that shit up in tp, a sandwich bag, a ziploc bag, a trash bag, spray it with lysol for 30 seconds, then throw it the neighbors garbage four houses downwind. Death penalty or butt sex if it's sitting on top of the trash in the bathroom.

When I build my next house I'm putting in a safe/panic room if I ever have daughters to avoid any permanent scarring from said surprises. Nothing ruins a good relaxing power dump like a nasty cunt napkin starring at you like the googley eye Geico money. I don't hang my jerk rag up next to your decorative hand towels do I? FFS! And she wonders why we're not married.

I was watching Oprah the other day and they had dude who started Chipotle on... been by them a zillion times just never stopped/ate at one. So I'm watching dude talk about his chain and how earth/animal conscious/friendly they are and such so I decide to look up ther menu and see what they got and their site is down for like hours (I kept checking)... Oprahs fucking minions crashed a goddamned Mexican fast food joints servers LOL. I've been lookin to get tickets for my gf to her show, but apparently it's easier to sneak into a White House state dinner than get these random ass lottery Oprah tickets that you need to schedule your life/exsistence around. Hmmm... perhaps I'll just beat the shit outta my gf and she can be a guest on some battered womens episode? I'd def have to do something different though to warrant Oprah attention. Any ideas?

Poker has been blah... revolving door of grind out a small win for 30mins, pull a bluff w/ a good image/read/line imho, get called by a reg/nit w/ hand they'd never call 3 streets with, esp the river ps shove. Then, beleive it or not, I nit up, and like clockwork, know what's coming everytime, I get sucked out on by those godless motherfucking if I could trace your eurotrash ip potato address back to fuckholeistan and your goddamned mountain goat hut find you and poke out your stupid fucking eyes w/ hot pokers short stacking third world orphan Starcraft loving cunt ass... anyways these fucks from nowhere suck out w/ the free $10 some cocksmoker from Borat land gave them to produce rake and then I tilt. Not the bluff/thin call, not the std setups... nope, it's the the 30-50bb suckouts (couple in a row) that just send me off the fucking grid to homicidal maniacsville.

It'll probably be a good thing if I never become a successful HSNL player b/c I will beat the shit out of the pro short stackers when I run into them at the PCA. I've read blogs where name net pro runs into hated ss/rival unbeknownst to them and blah blah blah boring bullshit nothing happens. I swear if I ever get there my blog will be filled w/ pictures/video of real life short stacker enlightenment FirReel style. Fuck being professional and an adult. I will drop kick a mf'er while he's elbow deep in his beloved sashimi. Faggots.

Hope everyone else is doing better at the tables, God Bless.