Today is not a good day to fuck with me. Yesterday wasn't either, but if possible today is worse. Amid the usual frustration comes life's decisive final blow (or finishing move for you Mortal Kombat fans. Ok I admit I haven't played Mortal Kombat since Sega Genisis and Super Nintendo battled it out for tops in the gaming world, and its very possible the once controvertial game with the "blood code" no longer exists as games like Grand Theft Auto have taking gaming gore to a whole new level).
I apologize for the not so obscure video game references. I've never considered myself a big gamer although I own (but have never personally purchased) a fair number of systems. I only bring up the video game reference to make the point that in every facet of life there are people who are out to ruin everyone elses fun. In this case, there were people complaining that these violent video games were the cause of supposed escalating violence among children/teenagers/young adults. They slapped a rating system on video games as if that was going to stop kids from getting their hands on it.
I recall in elementary or middle school there was the ever popular Naughty By Nature album which fell victim to one of the first "Parental Advisory: Explicit Lyrics" labels. Hell of an album (O.P.P., Hip Hop Hooray), and even more of a hot commodity once that label was placed on it. I'm going to hold Tipper Gore responsible for no other reason than there's a letter from a crazy guy on my fridge that I think references her. I'm probably wrong. Sorry Tip.
Anyway, back to life's kick in the nuts of the day (everything's funnier with a kick in the nuts apparently, I'll leave it to you to be the judge). Some whore, (male or female, but a whore either way) decided that they would once again ruin everyone's fun by complaining about the weekly office football pool to Human Resources. My guess is it would likely have to have been someone with a big swinging...stick to force HR to take such drastic measures as to force the elimination of the pool, but what the hell. In an already tedious, cubicle filled existence they have to go ahead and tear away the one thing that 20% of the office looks forward to every fall. Plus I'd picked the Saints over the Colts. Fuck Peyton Manning (although admittedly funny on SNL). I post this picture of Bush only because it came up when I searched "kick in the nuts". You're welcome America.
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I will in fact verify that there is a letter referencing Tipper, in fact, I believe it was addressed to her. Sent by none other than Rockabilly himself, Mr. Ray Campi. Our spies, who have a mailbox in Sean Hannity's building, occasionally gets his mail and whoo boy are they usually doozies.
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