MONROE, LA. A Monroe firefighter is arrested and charged for domestic violence. He is accused of attacking his wife Friday and trying to force dog feces in her mouth.
40 year old John "Randy" Jack is out on $4000 after officials say he threw his 22-year old wife Brittany's things out of their home, pinned her onto their bed and tried to force her to eat dog feces.
She was taken into custody and given $1000 after police say she bit her husband on the leg during the fight.
---SkitzLeezra here--------
He is 40, she is 22. According to my mom, one should marry between the 15+/- year old age difference. They are out of range. Mom is right, once again.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
Shy People Suck
As hard as it may be to believe, I have moments of shyness. Rarely. But all of us have felt uncomfortable in a social situation at some point.
I remember kindergarten pre-morning class play time. Children could play with the nursery toys until class began. This one little bitch always monopolized the Fisher Price phone. Every freakin' day. And every day I would find something else to play with while maintaining eye contact with said phone figuring she would eventually move on to something else. It usually worked with my older brother. Alas, no. Finally, having ENOUGH of it, I approached the big eyed quiet girl and asked if I could play with her and the phone. She just stared at me. Never said a word. I asked again. What the hell? I knew good and well that she wasn't deaf. Exasperated, I walked away.
When I recounted the story to my mom that day, Mom defended her by saying that she was probably shy and revealed that as a child, she too was "painfully" shy.
All my life, I hear that quiet and reticent folks are shy when they don't respond to your introductions, look at you like a cow in a passing train, or don't acknowledge polite inquiries. Well, screw that. Shy people suck.
Shy means not entering a room and loudly introducing yourself.
Shy doesn't mean not having basic social skills.
If someone says hello, you say hello back.
If they ask a polite question, you answer.
If you cannot do even this, stay the hell home, be a shut-in, eat soft food and go to hell.
I remember kindergarten pre-morning class play time. Children could play with the nursery toys until class began. This one little bitch always monopolized the Fisher Price phone. Every freakin' day. And every day I would find something else to play with while maintaining eye contact with said phone figuring she would eventually move on to something else. It usually worked with my older brother. Alas, no. Finally, having ENOUGH of it, I approached the big eyed quiet girl and asked if I could play with her and the phone. She just stared at me. Never said a word. I asked again. What the hell? I knew good and well that she wasn't deaf. Exasperated, I walked away.
When I recounted the story to my mom that day, Mom defended her by saying that she was probably shy and revealed that as a child, she too was "painfully" shy.
All my life, I hear that quiet and reticent folks are shy when they don't respond to your introductions, look at you like a cow in a passing train, or don't acknowledge polite inquiries. Well, screw that. Shy people suck.
Shy means not entering a room and loudly introducing yourself.
Shy doesn't mean not having basic social skills.
If someone says hello, you say hello back.
If they ask a polite question, you answer.
If you cannot do even this, stay the hell home, be a shut-in, eat soft food and go to hell.
A smile on a sad day
You never know where you will find humor. Spied this little ray of sunshine at the funeral home today. Kay's mom passed away and this is Kay's car. Hopefully you can read the text on her rearview mirror hanging car deodorizer. No?
"Whining Bitching Moaning. It Keeps Me Young."
Hope so, Kay, hope so.
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