Observations like a Cute Butt
Today is a day without immigrants. Apparently, in response to some proposed immigration crackdown (I’ll believe it when I see it), millions of immigrants have decided to abstain from attending their jobs in order to show the world what life would be like without immigrants (I’ll believe it when I see it, er, don’t see it—whatever). I love it when groups of people respond to a stupid idea with a stupid idea. Always makes me smile.
Renown economist John Galbraith passed away yesterday. He was best known by most Americans for writing “The Affluent Society” and for advising presidents and other world leaders on economic matters. He was best known by me for bitch slapping a sixteen year old prostitute on our vacation in Mexico. Johnny… man he was crazy. I’ll miss that wily old sumbitch. I mean that.
Hey, middle aged women of Tampa: I get it. I have a cute butt. You can stop now.
Yesterday, I met a girl who told me that she didn’t have a boyfriend, that she was only “dating” her man and that she was keeping her boyfriend options open. Later on in the conversation, I found out that she lives with the guy she’s only “dating.” And I thought to myself, “Wow, that is one long date.”
My friend Royce recently started the “We Ain’t Right” Club. When I asked if I could join, he told me that I was too wrong to be in the “We Ain’t Right” Club. I honeslty don’t know how I feel about that.
Only thirty more days until hurricane season. Buy your plywood, water and generators now. Get your hatches all nice and clean so they can be battened down later. Get ready to hunker down after those hatches are battened and prepare to go a few days without electricity. It’s like camping. Only it’s in the city and it’s not that much fun. Oh, and by the way, if New Orleans gets hit again this year, I will conclude that God thinks we party too much and hates Cajun fried shellfish.
Once again, because it’s my blog and I can write whatever I want: Albert Pujols is the man. There’s not a better hitter in baseball. Pujols for mayor. Viva la Pujols. Wooo! (That felt great.)
Reason number 207 why I ain’t right: I had a twenty minute conversation with a fifty year old biker in which we debated who would win in a fight: Jesus or Superman. We concluded that Superman would win, then Jesus would come back to life and absolve him of his sins. And we were (relatively) sober.
And finally, because John Galbraith predicted that logic and fluidity won’t be influencing The Nate Way market until Tuesday at the earliest, I leave you with the following, which I saw on some kid's T-shirt:
I Fucked Kobe and all I got was this Lousy Shirt.








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"Reason number 207 why I ain’t right: I had a twenty minute conversation with a fifty year old biker in which we debated who would win in a fight: Jesus or Superman. We concluded that Superman would win, then Jesus would come back to life and absolve him of his sins. And we were (relatively) sober. "
eh that's pretty funny, hehehe =P
whodafuck is this other Tyler I see responding? THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!......so no I am Tyler StL Muhahahahahaha
hmm, no effing edit button, that word s/h/b "now" instead of "no".
Word.
T.
These middle-aged women need to get out more... you do not have a cute ass. :-) You have a lack thereof
Was the kid in the T-shirt a male? *shudders* Oh, and TylerStL, thanks for making me the only "Tyler" by altering your own name; makes me feel special. Heheh.
Re: Lay off the butt comments, ladies. Nate, I feel your pain/annoyance, buddy.
In my case, it's not the fact that somebody needs to comment on the size of my chest that I find annoying or, heaven forbid, "sexually harassing." It's the freakin' repetition: "Wow, I have huge tits? Really? You mean these things attached to the front of my body, blocking the view of my toes, that I've had since the 6th grade? Why, thank you for pointing those out to me and being the umpteenth person today to comment on them, my friend. Truly you are a credit to sighted men everywhere." Have a look guys. Look all you want. But, really, the time to comment has probably long since passed.
... and thanks for letting me get that off my chest. *ba dum bum*
Okay Juggs, my curiosity is officially aroused. What are your measurements? I mean, um, could you please either email or leave a comment describing your measurements and/or provide pictures of yourself? You know, um, for the audience. They want the truth and all that.
hahahaha, classic Nate. Damn get me in that pool!! I say it's today in about 30mins after your girl reads your blog. LOL =P
dude don't have the LD yet so I can't holla back and the cell is in the process of being replaced. So until then I am going to heckle you on the web and you can heckle me on my V/m.
Big ups from the Lou!
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A) All I aroused was your curiosity? I must be slipping.
B) The audience wants boobs. Truth be damned.
C) I didn't realize "Guess Her Measurements" could be played by e-mail. Thought it was simply a bar game. At least at the bar I might get a beer out of it and then I could show you an innovative way I could hold the bottle. But then you'd wind up with warm beer. Oh the dilemma.
Damn, Juggs. Have you been with us that long? I haven't written about Guess Her Measurements in months. Thanks for coming back, girl.
A girl who feels harassed about her boobs, referring to herself as "juggs"... sort of like the "dont treat me like a whore" "but you're wearing a whore COSTUME" schtick, right?
1) Be happy with your cute butt:)
2) My dad is a 50 year old biker.
3) This "juggs" bitch is getting on my nerves. You don't want people to talk about your tits? Well, dumbfuck, maybe they think it's okay 'cause your constantly bragging. Goddamn. Learn to have a little self respect. I'm 18 and I know better. Grow the fuck up and get over your fuckin' tits. Everybody else has. That or they have warm beer.
hmm no tits and cold beer or tits and warm beer.
lets think about this fella's...
*sigh* Let's explain this again for the slow folks in the bunch. I'm not annoyed by people commenting...that's folks. They're going to say what's on their mind. But try for some originality, show a spark of intelligence. Do you really think I haven't heard "Wow, those are big," before? For instance, if one of those middle age Tampa women had told Nate that his ass is so nice she'd like to wear it as a hat, in my book at least, that goes a lot further than "Hey, cute butt." Of course, according to Ashley, Nate has no ass and I'm guessing those women are saying whatever pops into their sexually frustrated heads in the hopes he'll take them out behind the nearest port-o-potty and teach them a lesson in originality.
I feel your pain juggs... very well said!
So, Ashley, does he really have no ass?
Juggs, I kind of understand what you're saying. There were these two chicks, a few games ago, who had the following exchange, which was at least kind of funny:
Mother1: How's he doing?
Mother2: He's running his ass off.
Mother3: Oh no, not his ass.
They had a great laugh and didn;t seem to mind that I was standing two feet from them and heard every word. But at least they were witty. Well, relatively.
Brother Tom give me warm beer and Naked Titties!
Jugg's the beer is on me, and I'll buy a shot for every tattoo that a girl shows me!
Spring is only 3 weeks away; soon I can see pasty white girls in their Wisconsin T-shirts. Damn I need a life!
Nate keep up the great BLOGGING!
hahaha, good point Tom. The Europeans have been drinking beer warm for centuries. And the arouse comment, yeah Nate, thought that was pretty much an open door for you to walk through but you seemed to have stumbled into the wall. But maybe it was the fact of how cliche it would have read (I can't say sounded due to the fact that you bastages are reading this) and all of this originallity talk. Oh yeah, juggs, you still haven't answered the question hehehe
Peace.
T.
Post Script (P.S.): you are quite welcome Tyler
damn, I'm a spammer nooooooooooo!
=P
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