health out posseeeeee

man ive been kinda sober (save for a pill binge lastr weekend) lately. been training for a triathalon. holler at your boy hesh armstrong

found a new apartment

we missed out on the huge one, but this one is dope too, so we'll be packing up and moving in a few weeks. i'll be glad to get out of this shithole apartment finally. i fucking hate this place. we'll be keeping the key for the pool though, so we're still going to be hitting that shit up all summer long, so whoever wants to come out and swim give us a shout.

the longer i work here

the less i do. this job isn't as bad as i thought. i've been here for a couple hours now and have literally done nothing. i am getting paid to exist right now. it's a wonderful life

MY WEEKEND

famous jake came down on friday night for a wonderful meal (freeloader) and to lose his jew fro.


the aftermath


then we wrote on stuff that wasn't ours



then breakfast at the best spot in town




that night we had another free meal at chevys. free food is the best food.

and just to top it all off, we found the most amazing apartment. it's fucking massive. i couldn't believe my eyes when we walked in. amazing. hopefully we get it, it's a steal. you're all invited to come crash after we move in (and by that i mean BOP can come stay...suckers!). think good thoughts for us so that we get it. if/when we do, i'll take a bunch of flicks so you can be jealous

NEWS FLASH*

i officially have the most boring job in existence. well, that's not really true, but near enough. and the pay is crap. if anyone would like to send me an mp3 player to amuse me while i perform menial tasks and make the time pass a little quicker i would be ever so greatfull.

at least hump day is over with. it will be the weekend soon. but i haven't been paid yet so it won't really make any difference, i still won't be able to do shit.

actually, come to think of it famousniggajake is coming over to hang on friday and we're going to eat some free steaks and give him a skinhead. rad.

"aint nothing but them thugs sendin hot, hollow slugs..."

MOP...BOP, notice the similarities?

not to discount eMKizzles math, but axl rose took almost 15 years to put out the new guns n roses album, and trust me, it blows. which is not to say that the simpsons movie wont be good, just to say that if you look like a buffalo at 10, you probably won't look like amalie at 20 (sorry, i forget the girls real name).

i was going to post a pile of money and claim that i'd been busy hustling as well, but all of my money is in the bank and scanning an ATM balance slip lacks the same power of shock and awe that G stacks provide. don't let my adhearance to modern banking practices fool you though, shit is all tax free on the low. the only thing the man gets from my hard working hands is a middle finger and a shank to the kidneys.

im watching some insane show about vet's opperating on a big ass turtle that got hit by a boat prop. fucking bananas.

i cant concentrate anymore.

i haven't posted in a couple days...

so i figured i'd get on it. i've abandoned proper grammar and shit for the moment. it's just too much of a pain in the ass making letters capital and stuff like that.

H$ is right, leave some comments. even if it's just to heckle us. whatever.



anyway, we've been looking at apartments the last couple days. most of them sucked, but we found one that was rad, until we noticed like 5 dead cockroaches chillin in the bathroom. i was ready to move in right then and there until i saw that shit. not to worry though, there's a ton of seemingly rad places around that are fairly cheap, and we've got plenty of time to look before we need to get serious about shit.

back at work tomorrow for the first time since august. and even then i only worked for 4 weeks. so it's been a year and 2 months since i've actually had a real job. it's been a good run, but the party's over. this job tomorrow sounds boring, and the money is fucking terrible, but screw it, it's a job and a paycheck. i get the feeling it will involve alot of reading and boringness, so i might need to get my hands on an mp3 player (yes, i don't have an mp3 player yet, sue me) to keep me amused whilke doing mind numbing admin work.

went and saw 300 yesterday and it kicked the right amount of ass to warrant the hype. it was just beautiful. anyone who whines about there being "not much of a storyline" can eat a plate of baked dicks and gravy. if you're going to watch the film for anything less than epic bloodshed then you're a pussy and should just stay home. now bring on transformers, ninja turtles and the simpsons. it's going to be a great year of cinema. i don't care who says that the simpsons movie is going to be crap, they can't take this long to make it and not have it be incredible. they've been writing this thing for 10 years. if i don't have a hernia from laughing so much by the end of that film i'd be suprised. so you heard it here first, simpsons movie is going to rule. bet the house on it.

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feed my fuckin seed!

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2007 "mash up" remix. im on some shit...literally.

where the fuck have i been?

stacking this shit and staying deep in the cut. peas

1000 VISITS

Thanks to the people that have come and read out blog and given us the attention we deserve. Tell your friends and family.....BOP.


Update on my stupid life:

I probably have a job starting Monday. The pay is shit, but at least We'll be able to get an apartment when the time comes to move out of here.

Social Security called this morning and said they've processed my application and the number is coming. Better late than never, but it was nice of them to call and tell me.

This morning i got up at 9am, the first time i've done that in a long time. I think I'll go for a nap.

dumb shit.

yesterday i got talked into going tanning because i'm stupid and agreeable and that's what happens to me. really i just wanted to go to walmart, but since i don't have a car and am subject to the will of others (and walmart was right next to the tanning place - which seemed to be the epicenter of culture in this city apparently) i had no choice. actually, i could have just sat in a chair and read people magazine, so i guess i did have a choice, but i like to waste money on stupid shit, and since that option was free, it was completely unapealing. anyway, i explained to the woman that i had absolutely no idea what i was doing, had never been tanning, and was only there to amuse my friends. she took that information and decided that putting me in a mega-bed for 12 minutes after applying some 'africa-dark tan inducer' lotion was the way to go. that was not the way to go and that dumb cunt should be fired. have you had a sunburn on your ass cheeks? like, straight up, all over your ass cheek? it fucking sucks. everytime i sit down, it feels like im sitting on hot lava. shit is not fresh.

in unrelated news, i've purchased some rad shit the last couple days. among them are:
*bad boys dvd
*bad boys II dvd
*black hawk down dvd
*BOPSET custm embroidered hat w/crown
*an oven.

i tried to buy a surfboard, but they didn't have any in my size. weeeeak, naggah.

LIFE IS AWESOME

We just got served with eviction papers because the retards that run this complex want to install a washer & dryer in our apartment (so they can bump the rent even more), but they won't let us stay here while they do it. No job, nowhere to live. Something better happen soon, or else I'm gonna slang rocks.

THE JOB SAGA part 3

Well, after all the crap I went through the last few weeks, I got a call about a new job today. These guys are going to pay me more than FedEx, so I'm already happy. Interview is tomorrow so I'll keep you updated.

It's also my wife's birthday tomorrow (23 years old) so if you know her, holler at her and say happy birthday

FALSE ALARM

First they tell me I have the job, and now they're saying they still can't give it to me without a Social Security number. This is fucked. I'm ready to kill someone right about now

THE SEARCH IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, I didn't find Animal Chin, but I did finally find gainfull employment with everyone's favorite package delivery company FedEx!!



I've been on an extended vacation for a year now due to my move from Australia to the US, and the subsequent wait involved in obtaining the proper authorisation to stay here legally, as well as work. About a month ago I finally recieved my work authorisation, and the coveted green card should be here in another month or two. Since then I've been in that soul-shattering vortex known as the job hunt.

Well, not long after beginning my search I was lucky enough to be invited by an employment agency to come try-out (Yes, try-out. There was no interview involved, just some tests) for a position at FedEx. All went smoothly....but little did I know the hellish ass-raping I was in for.

I was informed that FedEx do a thorough background check of prospective employees, and they would need proof of my graduation from high school, proof of employment at my last 3 jobs (which happened to be on 2 different continents to the one i currently reside on), as well as take a drug test. Fine, I should be able to make that happen, I naively thought. Then the fun really began.

First thing first, the drug test. Apart from a little performance anxiety, I peed in their little cup, and was on my merry way. The drug test comes back clean, and all is well in the world (kids, say no to drugs), so on to the next step.

I got a scan of my high school diploma sent to me, which I forwarded to the background checkers; we'll call them The Assholes, for argument's sake. Well, that wasn't going to be enough for the assholes, they need a transcript of the classes I took as well as my grades. Now, keep in mind I finished high school over a decade ago and I was really confused as to why that would matter, what with all the subsequent work experience I had. I soon found out that logic doesn't work on these people. Well, from my seat here in sunny California I managed to track down a transcript back in Australia and have it sent to the assholes. Crisis averted....I thought. Now they'd like a number they can call so they can verify the information as they're "having trouble" tracking down my high school. Well, about 3 nanoseconds later I get the phone number they had so much trouble finding on MY HIGH SCHOOL'S WEBSITE. I'm not sure anyone's told these guys about google.

Next I had to send proof of my 3 previous jobs. They had the names and addresses of all the companies, can they not just call the HR departments and check it out? No, that would be too easy. After a bunch of heartache on my part, as well as some expensive phone calls to Australia and Europe, i manage to get some documents from my previous employers. Cool? No. Now they're having trouble tracking down my employers to verify the information. By this stage I'm ready to punch someone, considering 2 of the companies are multi-national corporations whch can be found in a heartbeat. Another 3 nanosecond consultation with the internets and the assholes have 3 phone numbers to call. Seriously, they advertise the internet on TV, how have these people not heard of it?

Now, at this stage I don't have a Social Security number, and was told by immigration that I won't be able to get one until I have my green card. It turns out that I am actually eligable to get one with my work permit. Sweet, off to Social Security to sign myself up. Now the assholes tell me they need the SS number to do a trace on my previous residences. I pointed out that, if it wasn't already abundantly clear, I haven't actually had any previous residences, and I've never even had an SS number before, meaning their trace would come up blank. Again, silly me with the logic. They'll look into it and see what they can do..........which turns out to be nothing. I get a phone call from the employment agency telling me that without an SS number they won't hire me. So all that crap was for nothing? I peed in your little cup and this is the thanks I get?

Needless to say, I was gutted. During all this debacle, I was steady applying for jobs, but not hearing a squeek from anyone. Now that my backup had fallen through, I was back to the dreaded prospect of being penniless for indefinate period of time, and nothing on the horizon. Awesome. Life was sucking super hard.

Well, this morning I dragged my sorry carcass out of bed, and went through the routine of dredging the job sites for what meager offerings were to be had. As I went to get my cereal I noticed there was a message on the answering machine. It was the employment agency I applied to for the FedEx job. I figured the bird had found a new job for me to go for. Great, I get to go through all of this a second time. Yipee!

No, as it turns out FedEx are going to give me the job anyway! Why? I have no idea, but HOO-FUCKING-RAY! The sun in shining and life is good again! I start on Monday and although I will soon be cursing full time employment, fuck it, I got a job, bitches! I'll finally have a steady paycheck again!

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On a side note, I also discovered my new favorite band Klaxons.



They're fucking awesome and you need to listen to their music over and over like I have been this morning.

SHAMROCK WON!!!

Thank Christ. Seriously, what the fuck was the "Car wars" shit about? That kid John Brown was a fucking dork.



Bring on season 2!!!!!


Oh yeah, and The Black Donnelys fucking sucked.

Fuck FedEx

I've been jumping through hoops for weeks trying to get this job and though go and pull the rug from under me at the last minute. This fucking sucks. I'm gutted

A great scene in a great movie...

...turned into a great little piece of animation. The internets are cool sometimes.

yo

i got a dirty mouth but my kicks is clean.......