Yeah, I'm pretty lazy with this blog.

Once again, it's taken me awhile to post. Lots of things have occurred, first, I got a summons... Yeah, forgot to file my taxes for 2008. Mainly because I was in the hospital for most of it. (Long story, involving me getting hit be a car.) So I got to pay some stupid fee. Oh, and second I got Red Dead Redemption. More importantly, I got the Undead Nightmare Pack. Which I have to say, is fricking sweet. For anyone who owns the original game, I HIGHLY recommend this pack. Just look at how sweet the trailer is...

Finally Posted

I know, I know, haven't posted in awhile. What can I say, I'm lazy. Well, for my followers long wait, here's a fail compilation. Enjoy.


Summer Fail Compilation - Watch more Funny Videos

Found the Best Remix Ever

Here it is...





The channel is called Auto Tune the News, and I must say they are extremely talented.

For those who have not seen the original bed intruder video,

The First Post

Most people explain what they are going to blog about, or even post something funny (a picture or a video), on their first post. I'm not most people. So instead of doing the aforementioned, I rather bitch about my job (again, not a real doctor). Where do I work? I work at the Bell and no, I'm also not that fuck-ugly hunchback bastard. The Taco Bell is my place of employment. Sure, it's not as bad as some other jobs. It's also not that hard or complicated. The thing that really grinds my gears is how they run the scheduling. Let me paint the picture for you guys. First day, orientation, walking in looking fairly dressed up in a nice polo shirt. It takes roughly two hours, the manager lady teaches me the basics, shows me where everything is, and gives me two uniforms. If you have never seen a person working at Taco Hell (which is what I will be calling this place, from now on), the uniform consists of a shirt, pants (one of which is missing a button, and I have yet to sew a new one on. Did I mention I've been working there for 3 weeks now?), and a belt forged in the depths of this hell. Oh, and a retarded hat that barely fits my giant melon.  At the end of the orientation, Mrs. Manager says that they will give me a call on on the upcoming Friday, that day being a Friday of the past week, and I would start the upcoming Monday. So basically I have a week, and made plans accordingly. Well guess when Mrs. I'mFullOfShit calls me? The next fucking day. Guess when she says I have to start? The next fucking day after that fucking day. After canceling plans, getting my full 8 hours, and calling to make sure they had the work times right (9 PM - 2 AM), the night starts. I filled out some chemical safety thing I had to read (but didn't) and started on line. For those who where not keeping track, I started on Sunday, which I learned by the never ending onslaught of cars in the drive-thru, was the busiest fucking day in Taco Hell. So for 4 hours of getting yelled at for things I didn't even know I was doing wrong, Taco Hell shuts down. Great, I think to myself, all I have to do is clean up and go home. Boy, I was a naive fuck-face. When you close Taco Hell, you don't just clean up your station and then go home. You clean up EVERYTHING. Also, if other people did not clean up their station (which seems to happen all the time), guess what you got to do? Okay, done bitching. I'm well aware that their are other people who have jobs that suck five times more then mine. I just needed to vent. Oh, and if you wanted to know how they cook the meat, they steam it... in plastic bags. As for what the meat is actually made of, well...