Saturday

Some words of wisdom to lead me into Saturday night ...


"It is essential to be drunk all the time. That's all: there's no other problem. If you do not want to feel the appalling weight of Time which breaks your shoulders and bends you to the ground, get drunk, and drunk again. What with? Wine, poetry, or being good, please yourself. But get drunk. And if now and then, on the steps of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the glum loneliness of your room, you come to, your drunken state abated or dissolved, ask the wind, ask the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, ask all that runs away, all that groans, all that wheels, all that sings, all that speaks, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, will tell you: 'It is time to get drunk!' If you do not want to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, always get drunk! With wine, with poetry or with being good. As you please." Charles Baudelaire, 1866

Sing along time

So very bored, so add some verses

Melody - The Candy Man
(Take turns leading verses)

Who will run through jaggers (who will run through jaggers),
Ripping up his flesh (ripping up his flesh),
And turn right around,
And repeat the bloody mess?
It's the S&M man.

CHORUS:
Oh, the S&M man,
The S&M man because he mixes it with love,
And makes the hurt feel good (Yes the hurt feel good)

Who can take a puppy,
Hold it by the ears,
Fuck it in the ass,
Until it sheds those puppy tears?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take two ice picks,
Stick one in each ear,
And ride her like a Harley,
While he roots her up the rear?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a vagina,
Suck out all the yeast,
Spit it out into some dough,
And serve bread at the hash feast?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a transient,
Rip out one of his eyes,
Skull fuck the bastard
While he listens to his cries?
It's the S&M man.

Who wears pants with zippers,
And no underwear,
Then pulls them up and down,
And rips out his pubic hair?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a razor,
And no shaving cream,
Scrape her pussy bald,
While he listens to her scream?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take an old saw,
Rusty but still cuts,
Pull it back and forth,
Until he rips off his own nuts?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a bottle,
Shove it up your ass,
Hit it with a hammer,
And line your ass with glass?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take your scrotum,
Stick it with a pin,
Hang on a bunch of weights,
Till it drags down to your shins?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take your penis,
Slam it in a door,
Slam it in a door,
So you can't fuck anymore?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a sander,
Make sure it's Black and Decker,
Rub it up and down,
Until you've got a bleeding pecker?
It's the S&M man.

Who would take a condom,
Put pepper in the ring,
Use it on the wife,
'Cause she twitches when it stings?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a mallet,
Claim that he's a stud,
Smash it on his pecker,
Till it starts to ooze blood?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take your penis,
Tie it in a knot,
Tie it in a knot,
Until the sucker rots?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take sandpaper,
Rough like fifty grit,
Rub it on her pussy,
Until she has no clit?
It's the S&M man.

Who takes jumper cables,
Clamps one on each tit,
Starts up the car,
And electrocutes the bitch?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a young girl,
Turn the lights down low,
Flip on the video camera,
And make like Rob Lowe?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a vice clamp,
Clamp it on a tit,
Squeeze the sucker down
Till it pops just like a zit?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a cheese grater,
Strap it to his arm,
Fist fuck the bitch
And make Vagina Parmesan?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take some shackles,
Chain you to the walls,
Fill a glass with sperm,
By lancing both your balls?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a Coke bottle,
Shove it up her ass,
Kidney punch the bitch,
Until she's shitting blood and glass?
It's the S&M man.

Who would use machinery,
To masturbate at work,
Rip off his left testis,
And pretend it didn't hurt?
It's the S&M man.

SONG ENDERS:
Who can take a baby,
Lay it on a bed,
Turn the bugger over,
Fuck the soft spot in its head?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a little girl,
Before she's on the rag,
Fuck her till she's dead
And then toss her in a bag?
It's the S&M man.

Who would put a kid's hand,
In a socket on the wall?
It's nice when they jerk,
Up against his balls.
It's the S&M man.

Who goes to the abortion clinic,
Sneaks around the back,
Digs through the dumpster,
Until he finds a tasty snack?
It's the S&M man.

Who gives children candy,
Takes them round the block,
And rips up their innards,
With the ramming of his cock?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a baby,
Throw it on a pile,
And fuck it up its ass,
Shis-ka-bob style?
It's the S&M man.

Who would take your kiddies,
Out to a picnic binge,
Put them on the fire,
And watch the fuckers singe?
It's the S&M man.

Who can take a pregnant woman,
Fuck her till she's dead,
Leave his dick inside her,
Till the foetus gives him head?
It's the S&M man.

About Me

Thanks Fire Tunnel

The Rules:

1. Go write 6 weird facts/things/etc. about yourself on your blog, then tag six more people!

2. Then leave a comment that says 'You are tagged' in their comments telling them to read your blog.

About me:

1. I shave my pits
2. I like to nap when it is raining
3. my favorite snack is peanuts smothered in Louisiana Hot Sauce
4. I really do not like sweet things, but get a craving for them often
5. I really hate Windows, yet I have a Windows machine
6. I am learning Linux just to annoy the gfriend

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There is everyone Happy?

Stop Collaborate and Listen

For All the Vanilla Ice fans out there

KFC

So I was surfing Fark this morning and came across these. Had to post one of these for a special person who wears a Soylent Green shirt way too much

This Week

Tuesday night after work, I headed out to go watch Trish play hockey. When I arrive, I only see a few of her team mates. About 5 minutes before the game, I see that there is only three of her team mates suited up and still no sign of Trish. It starts to look as if her team is going to have to forfeit. In the last couple of minutes, enough players show up, but they don't have enough to have any subs. This was the first time I had seen Trish's team lose a game. After the game, I did not know how she would take the loss, she was still up for heading to the Pluck for some wings. On the way their, her car ran out of gas, so I jumped out and with the help of Just Amie, we pushed it to the gas station. Of course being Williamson County, by the time I got back to my car, there is a Sheriff calling in my car to have it towed. I explain that it was my car, and I had just pulled over to help some girls get their car to the gas station. He continues to call in my car, but once he gets word I am the owner of the car, he finally lets me leave.

So we finally make it to the Pluck, shortly after we get our food, the fire alarm goes off and the lights go out. Of course madness ensues, there were drunken frat boys swinging from the lights, some bimbo behind the bar hurtling liquor bottles, it was great. Not really, but it was kind pretty funny.

On the way back to my place, Trish and I see the new neighborhood bar The Hideout has opened. We of course had to give it a shot, well actually I needed a shot. We go in and start talking to the bartender, turns out this spot is owned by the people who brought us Mugshotz and The Barfly. A couple of beers and shots later, trish and I head over to Balcones DIstrict Park, where we had a nice romantic walk with perks.

Wednesday consisted of me cooking all day then we headed out to meet the party peeps at The Hideout. The usual mayhem ensued, needless to say Trish will no longer be drinking Tuaca.

Yesterday was basically try and help Trish recover from her hangover, scout trail. Head over to BB Rovers for the usual Thursday night crowd and then off to sushi.

My Name

So I was at this website and I was looking up what my name means. I already knew that Timothy meant, "Honoring God," but what I did not know is that Leighton means, "From the Meadow Farm." I don't really cuss that much; but fuck! My name means Honoring God from the Meadow, what kind of shit is that!

New Addition

There is a new addition to my blog, the little chat window on the right side of the screen. I currently have a simple question, is Brownie a Wanker? We all know the answer to this. But to respond using the chat window, click on the green field and type in your name. Click on the white field and type in your response.
Have Fun Kids

Austin H3 turns 21

This summer Austin H3 turns 21, I am trying to get the okay from the junta to host a weekend. Most members of the junta are some what burned out after hosting TXIH. Of course those people will say I'm not burned out because I did not do anything for TXIH, they forget the 9 hours I put in making name tags, booking the band, helping make the curry before the camp out and the other stuff I did along the way, plus I was the first person to arrive for the clean-up after TXIH.

Essentially it would be a pub crawl on Friday. A bike hash and a Bubba Hash on Saturday (for those who prefer feet to wheels), a hell of a birthday party Saturday Night and the Austin Hash on Sunday.

As of yet, I have not figured out the date. I have figured out the slogan: Austin H3, Finally Legal! So far the weekend has pretty much been approved. What has not been approved, I think there should be a small rego fee so we can throw a party that merits 21 years of hashing. Also I think there should be gimmes, A shirt, a patch and a name tag. The rego should be a small one and should cover hash cash, entrance to the party and gimmes. This requires very little effort on the hashes part. Setting up a web page to handle rego (I am awaiting Body's and Padre's comment on helping with this), our Beer Meister has already volunteered to help, have not heard from our haberdasher about helping (and if I don't there are other people willing to help out. I already have an idea for the logo for the shirt and the design of the patch). We are not going to have to provide food, beer other than what is at the hash and party, a place to stay (although many

No matter what, we will have a weekend, it will either be pay as you go or the rego. I am hoping for the rego because I think it will make for a better hashing experience. Also it would be nice to have a $20 to $30 rego, compared to the $169 I paid for my last rego.

So all you Austin Hashers, screw that, all hashers, show your support. Comments on whether you think it should be rego or pay as you go. If it is rego, would you help out? I do not think we need much help, but a show of support is always good.

On-On
To The Finally Legal Hash

And yes, I do realize Austin H3 will be turning 21 a few months before my girlfriend.

Easter

So there I was heading to Georgetown with Trish and her brother Justin for Easter lunch. Her mom had decided to move it dinner to lunch so we could spend more time at the hash. While on the way, I made the holiday phone calls to my family, never did get ahold of my mom (sorry mom meant to call you back later in the day). When we arrived, the food was almost ready, chicken fried venison, corn, mashed potatoes and garlic bread. The food was really good, kind of a little too heavy before a hash, but I still ate a lot. Her mom brought out baskets full of candy for the family, I even got one. Before we left, Trish and her mom had to run by her moms office to retrieve Trish's glasses (she had left them in Pornarotti's SUV during TXIH and being the good brother he is, he fed ex'd them to her mom instead of her). So this means I get some quality time with her dad, which was kind of cool. Her parents are pretty cool, they produced two hashers, two out of three kids isn't too bad.

After we left her parents, we dropped Justin off and then headed for the hash. I must say the trail for last years red dress hash was pretty cool, good start location, ran right past Marleyfest, down SOCO to Cadaver Divers and Head Bangers house. This year it totally sucked, start East Austin (I thought Head Banger was going to make it a red dress/malt liquor hash). Through East Austin; boy Mexicans sure know how to celebrate Easter and they don't really like a bunch of gringo's running through their neighborhood in red dresses on a holy day. Last year people were cheering us on taking pictures, it was a good time. This year, we were scowled at, yelled at, I even think I saw some guy throwing out gang signs. This of course made me think of Vag's blog shirt she posted and I was trying to figure out if I could spell out On-On with my fingers gang style.

By the end of the red dress run, we were all hot and sweaty, first real hot day in Austin, plus red dresses are not the best clothes to run in. Trish and I decided to bail on circle and headed to my place to get cleaned up. We then hit up Bangkok Cuisine for some Thai food. This was Trish's first sample of Thai food, other than what we had at TXIH. She really liked it. I loved the fact that she was willing to try some of the more exotic things on the menu as opposed to be conservative on what she wass ordering. I am pretty daring when I eat, so dating someone who is willing to try new things will make life more interesting.

After Thai, it was back to my place to watch Taken, we have almost made it through the entire series.

The Invite

Last night during the full moon hash, Trish invites me over to her parents for Easter Dinner. I of course being the great guy I am tell her no way in hell. Just kidding I said yes.
I can just imagine the conversation I will have with her parents.

parent, "So Tim, what did you and Trish do today?"
me, "We ran around downtown Austin in Red Dresses."
parent, "Red Dresses?"
me, "Yeah there was a red dress run today."
parent, "And you both were wearing red dresses?"
me, "Not really, Trish was wearing a red Indian robe and I was wearing a red dress."

Browneye, before you start giving me shit about wearing a dress, remember you are the one that went to a gay bar in boxer shorts.

Another possible conversation

parent, "So you run and drink beer?"
me, "Yes."
parent, "And you do this with our daughter?"
me, "Yes, that is how I met her."
parent, "You do realize she is twenty."
me, "That is not what her fake id says."
parent, "fake id?"
me, "yeah all the cool kids have them these days."
parent, "Trish, how did you learn about hashing?"
Trish, "Kevin (her brother Pornarotti) told me to go."
parent, "So Tim, do you think our 20 year old daughter should be running around the streets of Austin drinking beer?"
me, "yeah, why not? Plus Kevin made me promise to get her out to the hash often."

I have only met Trish's parents once before, that was the night she wrecked her car, so they were more concerned about the details of the wreck rather than scrutinizing me.

From what I could tell her parents are pretty cool. My first impression of her dad was he had just gotten tanked at the country club and he was making a BLT sandwich naked. Come on who hasn't been drunk and made a blt naked. So who knows, I might not be inheriting girlfriends parents, but a possible new drinking buddy.

On-On to Ski Shores to pick up the credit card I left there yesterday.

Why does the Easter Bunny hide all his eggs?

He doesn't want anyone to know he's been fucking the chickens.

Eye of the Tiger

Today is going to be a good day. For lunch I headed over to La Morado. Amanda, Joe's from Graffiti's daughter, works there. I had not seen her in a while and I felt like mexican food so it seemed perfect. I ordered a dish I had never had before, the chicken was slightly smoked, and it was super yummy. As I was leaving, Eye of the Tiger by Survivor was on the radio. You can always tell it is going to be a good day when you hear that song. Everytime I hear it, I feel like Balboa and I am about to kick some Clubber Lang ass. Speaking of Eye of the Tiger, you know who has it? Chuck MOTHERFUCKIN Norris. Stallone fears the beard.

Tonight afrter work, going to catch the last of Trish's hockey game, where she will be sporting the eye. For those who want to know, she is okay. The wreck did not affect her, other than messing up her car and causing me to meet her parents sooner than expected. But all is well.

Hope everyone has a great day.

Pool Party

Yesterday, after the hash, a bunch of hashers headed over to my place for a little grilling, some swimming and drunken sauna. Everybody seemed to have a pretty good time and the list of guests is surprisingly quite long: Pork My Pussy, (Massive) Slutslinger (fresh from the Houston camp out), Tuck It Up the Butt, Tent Tinkler (picked up at BB Rovers), Bitch, James Bitch, Strap-On Elvis, Squeezin Semen, Bubbles the Sad Beer Clown, Wh-Oreo, Father Syphilis, Just Robin (hashn't hashed since he dislocated both his shoulders jumping off a party Barge), Cornholio, Ring Around the Panty. I am probably missing someone. It was nice having people over to my place, something I rarely do, the last time would have been over a year and a half ago, well besides the hashes that have gone through my place. I really should utilise the facilites at my apartment before I move this summer.

Advice from Men

Finally Proof

Colorado Invihash

Just received the confirmation for my rego, have taken the necessary vacation days. I am so ready for this weekend! Now all I need to do is book a flight.

Hash Trash 1212

Contemplating Cutting My Hair

Lately I have been thinking about cutting my hair. Sometimes I want to cut it short, but for the most part, i just want a different long style. It would be very hard for me to give up my curls, when it is short I have no curls. It was suggested I try the second to last style on the top right. I think this might be a good style if I can pull it off. What do you guys think?

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Infinite Wisdom

In its infinite wisdom, the froot has decided to move me back to the Network Operations Center. It is only a temporary move; my last termporary move there lasted 14 months. This was the most fulfilling position I have held at the froot. I loved the responsibility and the stress. The best thing about it, once I walked out the door I left the job behind, something that is next to impossible with what I am currently doing. I make my return to the NOC on Friday where I will be working a limited schedule of 4.5 hours, On Satuday I will be in there for about 6.5 hours. My perm schedule down there will be Monday and Tuesday 4:00-8:30 and Friday and Saturday all day. Essentiall I will be down there a little over 29 hours a week, which will totally rock. With the attendance problems I have been having since I left the NOC, this could not come at a better time. It is great that my work life is starting to match my personal life, as in things are going well. Now all I have to do is get my living situation straight and my life will be somewhat perfect. Today is a good day, cannot wait for Friday though, good thing I only work today and tomorrow. Well back to trying to look busy.

Hash Trash 1209

Sunday

I would like to say that Daylight Savings Time sucks. Sunday morning, I totally woke up rushed, had to get dressed for the hash and for Todd's Memorial Service, plus I had to call my grandmother and get trish by her place to get her hash stuff. The Memorial Service was supposed to start at 11:30, at 11:30 I was just leaving Trish's place. Around 11:35 I receive a call from Free Meat saying she is late (who would have thought it), turns out she is ahead of me, I was running more late than the Asians, holy hell fire shit. We finally make it to the Memorial Service, which was held at the Marina Todd kept Infinity at. It was really cool to see all the people who showed up. As time goes on people seem to forget about those they have lost. This was not true for Todd, he had many people show up for the service, even better yet some people pooled some money to fly Father Bob out (not only that they kept him out drinking till 3 am). The Service was was really good, of course it was followed by Lonestar's and Jamesons on Infinity. It was really great having trish there, last year all I had was a drunken Asian. For pics of the service, check out Free Meats page.
After the service, it was off to the hash. Yesterday marked my return to doing trail since I screwed up my ankle. I pretty much ran off and on to the first beer check, mostly running. As we were coming into the beer check, I stopped running to sit on a bridge, this served two purposes, one to allow Trish to catch up and two I was sitting on a No Fishing sign, of course I covered part of it up with my bum, so it said No Fish.
From the beer check on, I pretty much walked, the terrain was playing hell on my ankle. The end of trail ended up being at the same spot we had the Memorial Service earlier in the day, The hash was joined by many members of the Austin Sailing Soceity. We had a really good time and who knows maybe we have recruited some Assers to the hash, at least possibly when the wind sucks.
Today, my ankle is feeling pretty decent, hurt like hell yesterday. My legs are a little heavy from running, but that will go away soon enough. Think it is time to start pre-work runs. Although I should probably wait till I clear up my attendance issues before risking another trail spill before work. Well back to work.
On-On

Last Night

After work, I meet up with Trish and help her unload more stuff at her new place. Afterwards we head to Georgetown to go to a party at one of her friends place. I was pretty hesitant about doing this, but I had bailed on meeting some of her friends on Thursday, so I felt going would be the right thing to do. I am glad I did go. I was able to see how much more mature Trish is than her friends from High School, she seemed a lot more focused than the rest of her friends.
Some interesting points from last night:

random guy, "How old are you?"
me, "I'm old."
random guy, "Like 23?"

Only two people there were over 21.

At one point I went and bought more beer. Something I said I would never do for minors, but since they were all staying at the party.

Meeting Trish's other brother (we stopped by his place before the party). I definitely like Pornarotti better. She said the brother I met llast night was scarey, in a way he was. Like in High School I would have kicked his ass one day and the next day he would have showed up at school, bolt the doors and let God sort them out. Insert sound clip from Boomtown Rats here.

Alll-in-all I had a pretty good time. I am really glad to have been able to see that aspect of Trish. In a way, she and her friends are much like me and my friends from my home town. She and I being the more focused of the group. A few will take a couple years to get there heads straight and one or two, there is simply no hope for (well at least that was the case for my friends).

Speaking of old friends, received a message via myspace from a friends from jr high and high school today, he is heading to A-town and wants me to give him a call. I probably will, have not seen him since the fall of my SR year in High School. Will be cool to see how he has changed. But then again, he is probably still the obnoxious New Yorker we used to tease (not really, he was a good guy growing up and from his profile appears he still is).

Well back to feigning interest in work.