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A peek behind the curtain

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People have asked me how I come up with saying things like describing a person as a, “cock-noshing shitburger face-fucking a greasy fast-food sandwich”, and usually I just say, “I don’t know. I guess I just try to find a way to be obscene that I haven’t used before.” But really, there’s more to it than that. In the fall of last year a guy contacted me about an issue I was having with the archives, and in the ensuing conversation he told me he was blind and that a “male monotone computer voice” reads my posts for him. From that point on I’ve imagined what my words would sound like if they were being read by Stephen Hawking, and for some reason, that makes it even easier to be more obscene.

If you have a Mac, you probably already know how to make your computer talk, so I won’t elaborate there. But if you don’t know, or if you’re too lazy to find out, or if you’re using a Windows machine, or if you want to hear a computer say bad words, you can use this site.

I’ve prepared some phrases for you:

effluvium-snorting cock-holes
testicle-cradling panty-twisters
A two-hour toddler cock-knocking for them all!
fart-huffing butthole-stuffing troglodytes
nut-juggling cock-monger
poop
cock-snorting shit-bather
At worst I’ll make a cheek-clenching dash to the bathroom before spray-painting one of the toilets with used chili
unsanctioned cock-fight (not the kind with chickens)
middle-aged, cock-obsessed, leather freak
my ass becomes an uncontrollable anti-aircraft cannon of sound-barrier destroying feces
fueling an airborne shit-factory that will rain down upon the beach a globby, beige salvo of runny poo
If snow terrifies you so much, don’t get on the roads, you horrible fucking shit-juggling asshole

A message to superman_adonis@yahoo.com

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I was GOING to write a post about the superbowl (a terrible game with 2 exciting drives bookended by boring, unfunny commercials) but the internet has provided the bounty, once again.

Here is the comment I got on Saturday from Man Enough to have fun at any club:

WOW,

This has nothing to do with you current post but one that had popped up from a few years ago about your experience at Baja Beach Club. Wow…………..you are a BITCH, lol. Most “real men” can handle themselves in a club full of screaming horny women but this seems not to be the case for you. As far as a tip goes, when you buy a bottles beer for 25 cents you fucking tip asshole. I don’t care if that beer came staright out of your boyfriends asshole it’s 25 cents for God’s sake, you tip. I have ran club after club after club and there are always wallflower, no game, losers like yourself who get bent when they get blownoff for being the cheapskate piece of shit that you are. It’s ok though, after reading your comments and opinions about Baja of Baltimore your scene would be best suited to the library you waste of space faggot, stay the fuck out of a crazy, exciting club where everyone but you has a great time. The funny thing is I was probably there that night and fucked both of the girls you came with, and they probably paid me to do it causing your little tantrem, that happens alot. Have a great day and enjoy the Science Center faggot. :) Next time bring monery when you go into any club and rememeber 25 cents bottles equal a tip…..reguardless of the service!!!!!!! now FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!

Did you read it all? If you didn’t, I suggest you go back and really soak in the idiocy of it all. Judging from the complete lack of spelling ability, poor grammar use, extremely low reading comprehension, child-like logic, and general dumbfuckery, I’d say we have a comment from your average, run of the mill club-rat: the poster-child for eugenics. For purposes of visualization, this is who I’m picturing:

spikeyhair

I’m not even sure where to start with this one, so I guess I’ll start at the beginning.

Dear Idiot,

Were you able to count higher than 4, I might begin to compare your lack of intelligence to that of a bag of hammers, or a bucket of rocks, but because you’re a mouth-breathing semi-functional illiterate, I’ll try to use as few words as possible, and make those words small ones whenever I can. Do you have your dictionary ready, or maybe a friend who passed the third grade? Great. Here we go.

If you had any reading comprehension skills whatsoever (and no, having your mommy read you the jokes in Maxim doesn’t count) you would have read that I was going to tip FOUR TIMES (sorry, I guess you’ll need a calculator too) the amount the bartender expected to be tipped, but because the bartender was a whiny little crybaby, I decided not to tip him at all. I figured the less money he had to spend on Drakkar Noir, the better. Somehow, though, you missed that part of my post, and I can only assume it’s because you could only understand one out of every 18 words that I typed. Don’t beat yourself up over it, though, lots of people have trouble reading. However, it would probably be in your best interest to stopping drinking gallon upon gallon of lead paint. Despite what you and your friends tell yourselves, it’s not making you smarter.

Now, on to the other issues to which you alluded. You appear to have quite a bit of aggression towards gay people. I’m not sure where this stems from, since I don’t know you, but I think it might be good for you to look up a term called, “projection”. Basically it means that you see something in other people that you don’t want to acknowledge in yourself. For example, you suggested I was gay about a half-dozen times, but I can see that you looked at the “About” section of my blog, and thus know that I’m happily married to a woman. But I have a surprise for you! You were able to see through the facade and find out that, yes, I’m really gay. I love having sex with men. In fact, I was just banging your dad, and he was really enjoying himself as well. Your mom was video-taping the whole thing, so you can borrow the tape from her if you want to check it out.

Also, it seems like you hate intelligence. This isn’t just something that I picked up from the barely legible missive you left in my comments, but also because you denigrated the Science Center and the library. Are you really so simple that intelligence is an affront to you? Your life must be incredibly difficult, not being able to figure out why it takes you so long to put your diaper on every morning.

Finally, no, you didn’t have sex with the two women I came in with. In fact, I’d say you probably never have sex with anyone. You go to a shitty club, swill shitty beer for a few hours, grind your way through the Baja Beach Club nightly sausage-party, ogle the few slutty white-trash trailer-bunnies that do show up, go home with an empty wallet and a tiny little erection, and masturbate furiously to scrambled porn in your parent’s basement. Doesn’t it make you even a little bit sad that your life peaked in high school, you prickless manchild?

I hope you continue to waste your money, life, and time at the Baja Beach Club, because the odds are in my favor that you’ll eventually contract Hepatitis C and die. In fact, I’d be surprised if you weren’t already riddled with a cocktail of chlamydia, herpes, and genital warts from rubbing your laughably small penis all over the other troglodytes in that den of idiocy.

Please sterilize yourself,

ACW

P.S. Here are the words you misspelled, now spelled correctly:

tantrum
blown off
straight
a lot
money
remember
regardless

You should probably write these down for the next time you try to make fun of somebody but instead end up looking like a moron.

Incidentally, eggnog made from Olympians is called Nogbrosia

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on January 11, 2008 @ 10:57 am
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Jeezy Creezy!* Sometimes I think YOU people are more obsessed with the nog than I am. You people are all like, “Hey, why don’t you blog about eggnog?” or “Hey, maybe some nog-blogging would make you feel better.” or “You should have an eggnog enema and tell us about it while I try to type with one hand.” Seriously. You need to relax about the nog. What are you going to do when the nogbloggery ceases for the next 10 months? Worse still, what are you going to do when I shutter the site? I can see it now… I’ll log in to check the gmail account every few weeks and it’ll be full of messages like, “Hey, just thinking that you might want to come back to blog about this horrible eggnog I found that’s made with platypus eggs.” or “Hey, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to try to drink a gallon of eggnog without throwing up and then throw up and then post the whole thing on Youtube.” or “Hey, still waiting one-handed for that eggnog enema you cocktease.”

For reals, B, y’all need to relax. It can’t all be about nog all the time. You know how that one time somebody gave you that pointless thing, like the tea-cozy with the rooster on it? Or the Raggedy Anne doll? Or the towel with the watermelon slices on it? And you were like, “Oh, hey, yeah that’s cool, I guess,” and didn’t immediately shit on it/in it and then set it on fire? And then for every Christmas, birthday, anniversary, going away present, high-school graduation, and bar mitzvah you got another thing with a rooster on it, or Raggedy Anne, or watermelon slices? And then when people come over to your house they’re like, “Whoa you must really be into roosters/Raggedy Anne/watermelon.” And the situation is thusly compounded and becomes exponentially worse as everyone you know continues to give you this shit in which you were only mildly interested in the first place? And your house is just filling with this shit and you can’t throw any of it away because people keep giving it to you and it’s impolite to throw away gifts? And with each birthday you’re torn between making a wish on the candles that you could travel back in time and piss in the face of the first person who ever gave you that shit or wishing that a giant bear would burst through the door at that moment and maul the bejeezus out of you so you won’t have to open one more gift with roosters/Raggedy Anne/watermelon? Do you know what I’m talking about?

Well, just apply that to me and nog… and you’d be totally fucking wrong. I want to drink nog ALL year. That’s why I freeze a bottle of it so I can drink it in July, or for my birthday in September. Nothing quenches a hot, summer thirst like a thick, creamy beverage made from milk and eggs. Gatorade is for bitches. Eggnog is for Olympians.

eggnog frozen

As you can see here my freezer nog is comfortably nestled between the Italian Ice and the mystery container of spaghetti sauce that could potentially be from when I lived with Kmart.

In fact, as you can see in this picture:

eggnog frozen 2

the freezer nog has already reached it’s full, bloated, frozen potential, and is testing the limits of it’s quart-sized plastic prison.

So you psycho nog-loving wannabes, you’ll never be able to hang with me until you’ve reached my paramount of obsession, my apotheosis of nog-suckling greatness. At this point to even come CLOSE to loving nog as much as me, I’d pretty much have to catch you balls deep in a carton of nog, and though many of you are perverted beyond psychological help, I still don’t think you like nog THAT much. Suckers.

So yeah, I have one more nog post for you until I ingest the summernog, and then that’s it. For you people I will break my tradition of not blogging on the weekends and write something up so it’ll be there on Monday when I’m out of the office. I hope you’re happy.

*Skip to 4:30 if you don’t immediately get that.

Seems like I’ve been doing a lot of these lately

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1) You like boobs, right? Admit it. We all like boobs. Nobody doesn’t like boobs. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that nobody doesn’t not unlike no boobs. For that reason ALONE you should go vote (relatively safe for work) for Dizzy von Damn for this year’s Viva Las Vegas rockabilly burlesque competition. Miss Dizzy is actually a close personal friend of mine, and I’m pretty sure that if you voted for her, she’d let you continue to read my blog as a reward.

“But” you begin to say as the hamster gets up off his ass and lazily saunters over to the rusty wheel inside your head, “why should I vote for a complete stranger?” Two reasons: 1) I’m telling you to, and 2) because the 40 other girls don’t deserve to win. So go vote. Scroll down to “Dizzy von Damn” (in the tenth row, on the left) and click vote.

Remember, it’s for the good of the boobies.

2) The Great Glen Burnie Annual Christmas Tree Throw-out has begun! All over Glen Burnie idiotic and inconsiderate families have begun pitching their Christmas trees out of moving automobiles onto the the side of the road.

“Well,” you say to yourself, hamster flopping wildly and kicking its legs like crazy in an attempt to get into the hamster wheel, “that’s probably because Glen Burnie hasn’t designated a specific day for the trash collectors to come around and pick up the trees.” In fact, they have. All the lazy idiots have to do is drag their tree to the curb, and in a few days, as if by magic, it will disappear. No more loading the tree into the ancient station wagon, reaching a top speed of 40 miles per hour, and pitching it out into the middle of the highway while simultaneously dodging the myriad other drivers doing exactly the same thing. No sir. Instead they can just sit home, stuffing their faces with pallet upon pallet of deep-fried corn-chip-stuffed Twinkies, waiting for the tree to be hauled away. And yet, on the way to work I dodged 5 trees that had been left in the middle of the road, and observed a dozen more that had rolled to the side by the curb.

3) For the umpteenth year in a row, I have made no new year’s resolutions. As many of you already know, I am so fucking awesome.

“Gruh,” you say to yourself, jiggling your head slightly in an attempt to get the now napping hamster to run on his wheel, “fuffer nubs hoo blah muko pahoodie.” Yes, well, be that as it may, I don’t really see any reason to make a big deal out of it being a new year. If you want to do something, just do it. Don’t set up a magical signifier attached to a specific date because it doesn’t make any sense to do so. Time is a construct created and adhered to by our world because we had to find some way to measure how fast our pizzas were delivered. Do you really want to apply the same constraints to your health? Or your ambitions? I certainly don’t. If you want to climb a mountain, go climb it. If you want to go back to school, go do it. If you want to lose some weight, go for a walk. Don’t make this year the year you do something, make today the day you do something. Take care of it right now. If you can’t do it right now, start making plans right now for when you can do it. I’m sorry to get all preachy and up on my high horse, but this is my blog and I’ll do whatever I want you you can just shut your stupid face-hole. I just get frustrated seeing people set lofty far-away goals based on a new year, rather than setting realistic achievable goals based on what they can do today. Sort of like, “I’m going to lose 200 pounds this year!” rather than, “Today I’m going to go for a 15 minute walk.” I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. Sorry to end on a downer. I guess you can always go back to the link up top and look at more boobies.

2008 predictions

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You will all continue to be bitches.

2007 recap

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on December 31, 2007 @ 2:06 pm
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You were all bitches.

We Three Things

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on December 18, 2007 @ 10:41 am
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1) Last year Mrs. ACW gave me a container of powdered eggnog mix for Christmas and to be honest, I’m a little scared to even try it. I thought I would be able to get up enough gumption yesterday, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Especially considering that the third direction is to “allow mixture to sit for a few minutes and thicken” (that’s what she said! ha! I’m hilarious) I’ve been particularly apprehensive. Even after having already come up with similes and metaphors relating to foamy reindeer ejaculate and elf orgies I still couldn’t bring myself to try the stuff. Or maybe that was part of the problem. Regardless, I’m going to attempt to try it at some point in the near future, and believe me, you’ll hear about it.

2) Last night I finally bought our Christmas tree. Last year I paid $20 for a tree that cost about $27. I didn’t haggle. I didn’t bargain. I just pointed to the tree I wanted and said, “I’ll give you 20 bucks for that one.” This year my success is debatable. Because of the drought, tree prices were a bit higher this year than last year. And by “a bit” I mean “ridiculously more expensive”. I saw quite a few trees that looked like our tree last year, the shabbiest of which cost about $50, and the one most like last years was going for about $78, and it was still no prize compared to some of the other trees on the lot. The nicest tree I saw went for about $150 bucks, which I guess is like buying a disposable ivory back-scratcher; nice to look at, but really completely pointless. I found two trees on the lot that were less than $40, which I figured was the upper limit of my bargaining range, and set about comparing them. The $37 tree was taller, but it was missing huge sections of branches, so I went with the shorter, chode-ier tree, even though that meant we’d have to put it up on some sort of small table. I found the saleswoman and told her I’d give her $20 for the tree. It was priced at $31.

“Well, I’d love to but that’s a blahblahwhatthefuckeverblah kind of tree, and people rarely pay less than full price for those.”

“I’ll give you twenty bucks.”

“I’m not sure I can go that low, but I can probably let you have it for 28.”

“I have a twenty dollar bill. It’s twenty or nothing.”

“Okay. $22.50. It’s as low as I can go.”

“I’m not sure you understand. All I have is a twenty. I can’t pay you any more than that. No one else is going to buy this tree. Do you want to make twenty bucks off it?”

She didn’t look like she was going to relent, but just at that second a whole gaggle of wide-eyed suckers wandered onto the lot, so seeing her chance to sell a blahblahsomefuckinkindoftreeblah to them for a hundred bucks, she took my twenty and left.

A guy came over to cut off the bottom and bag it in that plastic netting, but I told him not to worry about it, rolled my passenger side window down, and had him stuff it in there. Voila: a Christmas tree.

3) Today is our Holiday Party at work. I say Holiday Party because our boss is Jewish and the co-chairs of the planning committee are Jewish, Musilm, and Hindu. In fact, now that I think about it, the other three people on the committee are Non-denominational Christian, agnostic, and a non-affiliated spiritual zen Buddhism-type guy. Weird. Anyway, an email went around a few weeks ago about the gift-exchange at the party this year. It’s one of those events where people buy $10 worth of crap and then pass it around for a while until everyone is unhappy. Every year people hound me to participate, and every year I demurely turn them down. Finally my colleague, the non-denominational Christian, asked me why I don’t participate, and I decided to be completely honest. Why would I pay between $10 and $20, and spend the time to pick out something nice that just about everyone could enjoy, when I’m guaranteed to get crap in return? The gift exchange is nothing more than complicated, protracted boondoggle for me to pay $20 for something I don’t even want. That’s money I could be spending on beernog.

Back after these messages

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Working on my final paper for my class, so I’ll leave you with this until Thursday:

I am awesome. You are a bitch.

Discuss.

To do list

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1) Sleep in

2) Don’t go to work

3) Blog

4) Play video games

5) Hang out with Deanne (from the world-famous “internet”) in DC before she flies back to London.

6) More video games

7) Repeat 1-4 tomorrow.

8) Call you all bitches.

You are all bitches.

Welcome to Anonymouscoworker.com 3.0

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on October 8, 2007 @ 8:55 am
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Or, I guess technically it’s Anonymouscoworker.com 2.0, and anonymouscoworker 3.0, because I started off with that shitty Blogger program. Good grief was that a terrible piece of crap. No offense to those of you who still use it, of course. I’m lucky enough to have a gifted brother who looks after all this shit. I just keep talking out of my ass and typing it up on this here internetmajob and he makes sure it looks good. Though in fairness, Common Wombat sent me that caricature-cartoon-drawing-thing a while back to cheer me up and it’s since been a central feature of the site’s design, so props to him on that one.

So anyway, feel free to poke around and try out stuff like the search bar, which now, as opposed to before, should actually pull up relevant results… AS YOU TYPE. Cool! Also, we’ll be adding and removing features in the next few weeks, so if you see something getting all effed up, send me an email and lemme know, we might not be aware of it.

Finally, nothing with regard to content is really going to change. I’m still going to write things like, “it’s like you’re banging Jesus right in the crap-factory and it feels like he’s got two badgers in there fighting a monkey with nunchucks.” And you’ll still comment like, “omg wtf lol” and basically contribute nothing to the conversation.

Enjoy!

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