I read the news today o'boy......about a poor dog that was beaten by his owner with a fucking hammer. Man accused of beating family dog with hammer

When I read that my heart just sank to my knees. I've owned dogs all my life and they are the most loyal loving creatures if they're treated right, no matter what breed they are. It all starts with how they're treated, and it's unfortunate that there are so many mother fuckers out there that have no right owning a dog. People that own dogs for the soul purpose of status or "my dog can kick your dogs ass" mentality suck. Or worse yet, to own a dog and treat it like it's just a piece of low life shit, need to have thier asses kicked, or better yet, beaten to a bloody pulp with a hammer. Unless a dog owner wants a dog to be a companion, best friend or be a part of the family, they should never be allowed to own one, period. Usually when a dog becomes violent, it's because thier owners mistreated them, it doesn't take a genious to figure that out. If a dog is treated with love and respect, and has the proper training, he/she will be your friend for life. Unfortunatley for many dogs, the desire to be loved and treated well will just never happen because there's so many fucked up people in this world that think treating a poor defencless animal makes them feel superior, when in fact, they're nothing but a piece of shit to society.

The sad thing is, this kind of bullshit goes on all the time, and that's why I donate to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA).

This shit just pisses me the fuck off.

People that are cruel to animals under any circumstance can rot in fucking hell as far as I'm concerned.

I'd like to know who the dumbass is that decided WE need a 1 gallon flush toilet? One fucking gallon? It all sounds like a great idea, but it's all a bunch of bullshit as far as I'm concerned. What's worse, is the fact that unless you're a business or live in Canada, you can't get a "real" toilet anymore. Again, we've been forced to accept this porcelain piece of shit for the purpose of "saving water"! Save water my ass, you throw more than 5 squares of TP in it and it plugs up! After you flush the fucker 5 times you might get lucky and see your ( I won't go into it ) dissappear into the depths of the sewer. How's THAT saving water? For christs sakes man, we live in a fucked up part of the country where it rains 300 days out of the year! Why the fuck should we be concerned about saving water except for the fact that the water department is always trying to stick it to us with any excuse they can dream up to suck more money out of our pocket.

I know the earlier designs where problamatic, so manufacturers came up with the super "power assist" toilet. I never bought one because you have to give your left nut to own one, but I'm sure they're just a smoke screen to get the masses to pay more for the same basic bullshit. Anyone ever flush an industrial toilet? Now that's a fuckin toilet! You can dump or throw as much bullshit into as you can dream up, and when you hit the lever, stand back or you might get sucked into the abyss. But you can't buy them at Lowes or Home Depot, so you're basically "shit" out of luck.

When you buy a 1 gallon flush water saver piece of shit, it should come standard with a chrome plated toilet plunger or a standby asscracked plumber. But you might get tired of hearing " Jesus Christ man, not again. You need to stop eating at Mcdonalds dude, this is getting rediculous".

Yea, tell me about it!

Laundry is a science that baffles my mind sometimes, and depending upon how much beer is consumed can alter the amount of baffledness. First off, I seem to lose underware and socks over a period of time. Where do they go? My first suspects would be the dogs since underware and socks seem to be a prize possesion of thiers. But they're not in the yard or anywhere else so I'm assuming they just dissapeared. Some stupid alien science project perhaps? Who the fuck knows, I know I don't.

Then there's the mystery of inside out T-shirts that I can't figure out. I hate it when all my T-shirts come out of the dryer inside-out! It's a pain in the ass. So I decided to do an experiment one day and turn them inside-out right from the get go and see if they end up outside out. Nope, they still ended up inside-out. What the fuck is up with that?

Then there's the dryer filter that apparently I'm the only one that knows exists because everytime I check it, it's plugged solid. I"m really surprized the last dryer we had lasted as long as it did since John and Dustin decided to dry out an old wet log one day so they could burn it. Apparently it made so much god damn noise that they removed it before it could destroy the dryer. Lucky me.

I also hate hanging the fucking shit up. I'd much rather leave it in the laundry basket. It's just so much easier to have all my shit in one spot. All I have to do is dig out what I want to wear from one location instead of searching through the closet or dresser. That's too much work and I aint got time for it. But there's a catch.......the underware and socks have to be at the bottom of the pile, otherwise they end up in a tug-of-war contest between two Beagles. Shit.

Is there anybody out there besides me who's sick of hearing about Tigers Woody? I don't give a rats ass about his personal life, or his so called proffessional life either. He's a million dollar spoiled brat that plays the ultimatly boring game of GOLF! Give me a fucking break. It doesn't surprize me in the least that he has nothing better to do than whore his dumbass around because people like him think they're invinsible to the world........."I can do anything I want because I'm a rich spoiled pathetic douchbag that makes a living off of hitting a little white ball accross the grass and dropping it in a little fucking hole". FUUUUUUUUCK THAAAAAAT!!!!

How about our wonderful wicked witch of the west govonor? It's bad enough that people are struggling from payday to payday these days, and those are the ones with jobs, but she decides it's time to raise taxes on an already taxed to death state. Fuck her! It's not right that our state government fucked up thier budget and now the only way out of thier incompetence is to make us pay for thier mistakes. Maybe they should cut some fat at thier end for once! How far do we have to bend over before enough is enough? And I'd like to know how many stupid asses voted her in again anyway?! Go ahead and start taxing the air we breath, because I don't give a flying fuck anymore!

It's nice to know that smoking is still allowed in "PUBLIC OWNED OUTDOOR PARKS"! For now anyway, but the writing is on the wall. Those of you closet dwellers that still think this is a free country have your heads up your ass. If I'm smoking in an outdoor park and some goody-two-shoe puritan yuppy has a problem with it, you'll see me on the 5 O'clock news. They can go fuck themselves and shove that taxed bottle of spring water up thier ass. And I'm certain they'd probably enjoy it.

Sitting here drinking my usual sixpack and wondering if I'll get dinner tonight, I was thinking about my last post and how many episodes through the years I've actually forgotten about. But here's one more that comes to mind.

OK, what do most guitarists and bassists do with thier old strings? One would think the appropriate thing to do would toss them in the garbage. But add the equation of alcohol, a touch of creativity and a big fur tree and you have a monument of mess.

We have this big ass fur tree outside our band room and one day I happened to look up at it for some stupid reason and noticed a bunch of guitar strings hanging from it. I thought, shit, oh well, the next windstorm will blow them out of it. But another month or so went by and they were still clinging to it, in fact, there was a whole shitload more hanging from it. And it wasn't just guitar strings, there was a bunch of other crap up there as well. So I decided enough is enough and commenced to climb up there and clean it up.

I managed to get a fair amount of bullshit off the branches and decided this is too big of a pain in the ass, so fuck the rest of it. Just about then I started feeling a pain on my upper arm. Couldn't tell what the fuck it was till I got down and then noticed a big red ring developing on my arm.

SOMETHING BIT MY FUCKING ARM! And it aint no common bug bite! Now I've heard of spider bites that eat flesh and leave these kind of marks so I ran upstairs and started feeling a little queezy. So off to the hospital I go.

Ever sat in the emergency waiting room? There's all kinds of wierd people sitting there. You can't really tell what they're there for because nobody's bleeding or even look sick. But I have to sit there with a festering nasty bite while all these seemingly healthy people get served first. Oh well, I'm sure they're fucked up some how or they wouldn't be there. Anyway, so I get called and have to go to a "preliminary" check to see if my problem is life threatening. Apparently it's not because they sent me accross the street to sit in another waiting room. After another half hour I get called and sent to a room. After another half hour the doctor shows up and looks at my arm. "Yep, you got bit alright". And that was it. FUCK, I could have told him THAT! He said just keep an eye on it and I'll be fine, oh and don't forget the hefty price tag for an emergency visit.

So why the fuck did I waste a whole afternoon going to the emergency room seeking help? You tell me........

One thing is certain, I'll never climb that god damn tree again no matter how much bullshit it accumulates! Fuck it.