Friday, February 29, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Why can't I play with the bears?!
F*&k you Greg.
Who gave his man the hand of god? Who is he to tell me I'm not hairy enough or big enough to join his web site?
I am a chaser and no body but body is going to tell what I can and can't join. Im not the only one that feels this way.
You cannot market your website as a "service to the community" and then pick & choose members. Bear411 isn't a "community" website. It's "Greg's" website, featuring Gregory's radically skewed interpretation of what a "bear" is.
I have had my profile rejected because I am too skinny or don't have facial hair, or I just don't look "bear enough." If you don't fit in or you're not the right color, you might not ever get your profile approved.
The bear community has worked every hard to get where they are and now Greg is shitting all over that.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Salesmanship
In Bay point you have two types of front lawns. You have the front lawn that is full of trees, roses bushes, and then a random cactus, still no matter how random and how strange the display is the execution of the foliage and liveliness is still accomplished. These home owners work hard on their mini paradise. I commend those that make that effort.
Then you have the bare front lawn. The only items you have rang from hubcap's to dirty Barbie scooter dry dirt. These type of home "owners" are to busy with their many kids or
just don't care what the front of the house looks like. I can understand, sure I wouldn't want to work all day and come home to an ugly lawn and spend all tho's pain staking hours. Or you can always pay some one to do all of that for you .
In my house we have the plague to have a Gardner in our lovely house hold. And like us, those other houses that have beautiful foliage are those working garners out there making your neighborhood fabulous.
As I was on the crapper today, I heard the door bell ring. (I hate an interrupted bathroom break.) Quickly I composed my self and rushed to the side window. All the while Muneca my dog was barking at every knock and chime. I pulled the blinds a bit apart right as he looked at the blinds. Crap. Now I felt like this guy saw me and knows someone is home. Since I had to go to work I had no chose but to open and see what the hell he wanted. This fucker. The second I asked if there was anything I could help him with, he grunted what sounded like "...he wants to talk to you."
"He? He, Who?"
The man standing in front of me now pointed to the older Samoan man in the van that was some what parked illegally in the wrong direction. The Samoan man put his phone down and stared saying something; at the same time the young man that had knocked my door was now walking back to the van.
After the third time of having the older man repeat him self, I gathered that he was trying to sell me Gardner service. He told me that they could cut my tree to the cites codes for a low low price.
"We can cut the tree back; do you work for the city?" I asked.
He muttered a no, so I just told him in my nicest voice that we will cut it back our selfs; we are garners so we will cut our own tree for free. I closed the door and they drove off.
That was some shady business. If thats the way they drum up business then they will either have no money or be bankrupted from all the horrible service and complaints.
I use to work as a sales man and what the man that knocked my door and just walking away like that was terrible salesmanship
Then you have the bare front lawn. The only items you have rang from hubcap's to dirty Barbie scooter dry dirt. These type of home "owners" are to busy with their many kids or
just don't care what the front of the house looks like. I can understand, sure I wouldn't want to work all day and come home to an ugly lawn and spend all tho's pain staking hours. Or you can always pay some one to do all of that for you .
In my house we have the plague to have a Gardner in our lovely house hold. And like us, those other houses that have beautiful foliage are those working garners out there making your neighborhood fabulous.
As I was on the crapper today, I heard the door bell ring. (I hate an interrupted bathroom break.) Quickly I composed my self and rushed to the side window. All the while Muneca my dog was barking at every knock and chime. I pulled the blinds a bit apart right as he looked at the blinds. Crap. Now I felt like this guy saw me and knows someone is home. Since I had to go to work I had no chose but to open and see what the hell he wanted. This fucker. The second I asked if there was anything I could help him with, he grunted what sounded like "...he wants to talk to you."
"He? He, Who?"
The man standing in front of me now pointed to the older Samoan man in the van that was some what parked illegally in the wrong direction. The Samoan man put his phone down and stared saying something; at the same time the young man that had knocked my door was now walking back to the van.
After the third time of having the older man repeat him self, I gathered that he was trying to sell me Gardner service. He told me that they could cut my tree to the cites codes for a low low price.
"We can cut the tree back; do you work for the city?" I asked.
He muttered a no, so I just told him in my nicest voice that we will cut it back our selfs; we are garners so we will cut our own tree for free. I closed the door and they drove off.
That was some shady business. If thats the way they drum up business then they will either have no money or be bankrupted from all the horrible service and complaints.
I use to work as a sales man and what the man that knocked my door and just walking away like that was terrible salesmanship
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Please send me a good remix
I love this song and I know some one out there is capable of making a mix of this song that will be overplayed in the clubs.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
In the end
In the end I'll be the one walking away.
You only seem to want me to be around when you are down.
I know I bring a light in your life,
Don't go just yet, please stay.
I have to say before I go on my way,
In the end you are no friend of mine.
You take another shot to the heart, fall back in his arms to heal.
Nothing I can do but say adieu and watch you with some one new.
I attempted to show you my anima but you made me feel like a fool.
What a mistake...
Disregarded my attempts to bring you in my world,
But to you I withered through.
In the end I will be the one walking away.
By DHR Torres
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Mr White
Can I say how much I love men with salt and pepper hair. Salt and pepper hair just turns me on so much. Like the old saying go's "Men are like wine, they only get better with age."
Just recently I shaved my hair off, and I don't know if I never noticed because I color my hair often. As I was drying my hair I notice the one strand of white hair. WOOHOO! My first gray. Im so proud of him I think I'll name him Mr White
Just recently I shaved my hair off, and I don't know if I never noticed because I color my hair often. As I was drying my hair I notice the one strand of white hair. WOOHOO! My first gray. Im so proud of him I think I'll name him Mr White
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