Monday, April 25, 2005

They had FUN. I made FLOUR.

Yeah, so I'm starting to hear stories about the ASSHOLES' trip to Vegas. All I know is that D^squared, one half of the "Black and Cuban Connection" thought he was Aladin and sexually assualted a brides maid. And thats the type of stuff I missed out on. Mofos getting so drunk till they think they are cartoon characters and then hooking up with the most random chick you can find, then ragging on your homeboy if he makes out with her later, saying "If you hooked up with her after D^squared did, then its like you hooked up with D^squared. Haha. That's gross. Haha." Oh, yeah, we are mature. Anyway, while they were doing all types of stuff they don't want their moms' to know about, I made flour. It's not fair. I feel sorry them. Maybe, one day I'll let them all come and visit me for a bit, so they can experience the experience that is FLOUR MILLING.

BULLY OUT

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Assholes in Las Vegas

So I know these assholes(a.k.a: some of my best friends in the world) that are in Vegas this weekend. I'm not gonna say their names but we will just call them Eric(Seacrest), Prince Boones a Prince of Thailand, D^squared (dirty dick), and Solahr the Brown guy. Yeah so these are all in Vegas doing all types of debaucherous things, while I am here at the flour mill. They are all like " I can't believe you didn't come" and then they call me all types of really mean names. They just don't understand the importance of the flour mill to the world's existence and all that crap. All I know is that I wish I was in Vegas so I could be a drunk asshole too. I wanna get all types of drunk, do something stupid like cuss out some brizzles that Prince Boones is trying to get with or hook up with a midget hooker from Laos.

Oh, well, I'm in a flour mill doing what I do. That is way better than some trip to Vegas. Yeah, that's it.

Sincerely,
Mr. Happier making flour than partying in Vegas

FLOUR MILLING KICKS ASS

Something About Leslie

So last night, after work, I was talking to Leslie and she expressed her dislike with my blog page. I asked her why and she told me she did not like it because I did not say anything about her. I replied "Really.......Well thank you very much for my next topic to rant on". This is not her blog site. If she really wants something said about her then she should create her own blogsite. Trying to freeload off my hard earned blog time. Well she told not to say anything about that on here and if I did she would hack into my blog spot and fuck shit up. I told her to prove it. Soooo if random shit starts to happen like me talking about Leslie being the most wonderful person in the world and shit then we all will know that she wasn't just "Fucking with me".

In all actuality, though, Leslie is cool. She is gonna be graduating from a top 20 engineering school in Mech. Eng.(Go Team M.E.) pretty soon and she really is a nice person. There, now stop bugging me about talking about you on MY blog spot

Friday, April 22, 2005

Late Night Work

So, yeah, the world so depends on flour that we never shut down the mill. So while my freinds are out at bars, or getting ass, or just finding some dumbass way to hurt their health I'm making flour. Got a friend coming to town this weekend. Gonna get here tomorrow night will I get to meet up? Maybe late as hell or not at all because the flour mill might get all fucked up and I might have to stay over late.

Leslie Just called me. I can't really talk to her too much because I'm at work. It sucks. She just told me about a friend of hers that just got knocked up for the second time by her boyfriend who has now decided that he is tired of kids and shit, so now he is bugging out. Fighting and jail and shit. Leslie didn't say anything about it, but I bet there is atleast one trailer and some malt liquor in this situation.
(Jerry Jerry Jerry Jerry)

Think I better go check my Mill. (Gotta make that soft white)

the BULLY

Thursday, April 21, 2005

No, really, I smell like Mr. Funktastic

So yeah, another day at the Flour Mill. Have any of you ever worked 12 hours in a non air conditioned flour Mill in Texas. Well its hot. It may only be 70 something degrees out side but it is always much hotter and much more humid inside "the MILL", so, yeah, Funky as hell come end of shift.

I'm having one of those days when I'm just stressed out and mad about stuff, but that happens kinda regularly, I mean, I'm the BULLY and I get Mad. Sometimes for no reason. Makes the ladies love me, no wait, I mean fear me.

Gonna go look over my Mill. I'm pulling another 12 tonight so I'll probably comeback and bitch about something else later.

One time for us FUNKY Flour MILLERS

the BULLY

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Mr. Funktastic

So I join this blogger thing cause one of my friends is on here(Robbio). I join so I could add to his blog and view it and all that buddy type shit. So now I'm a member of this crap and can't search his site out. That is nothing but a bunch a byoollshit. I'm at work and now I gotta go actually do something.

Onetime for all us Flour Millers of the World.

the BULLY