More Bullshitty Shit

Hey everyone, look at me! I'm an office supervisor who powerwalks past every cubicle with a hot coffee in my hand! And when I wanna talk to you, I don't just stop at your cubicle...I powerwalk past it, and then back up real quick to say "OH! By the way!"...as if you weren't important enough for me to remember the first time I passed by. I make sure to be at the office by the crack of fucking 8:30am, just so I can send out e-mails to all the people who came in at 9:01 with a quip like "You know we start at 9 o'clock around here? HAHA!" I'm also 5'7 and hate myself!

Fucking office jobs...

Everything Peter Gibbons says in the movie 'Office Space' is TRUE, goddamn it, TRUE!

What does this have to do with FW?

Nothing...except that I actually E-Fed Blog from my office instead of doing real work. Oh, you think I'm a bad employee? Well the joke's on you, fucker, 'cause I finished my work for the week YESTERDAY, now eat it!

Office jobs are like the Jean Rabesque of real life: they're boring, they piss you off, but you just have to deal with it. (CUE: Angry reply comments from the JRab marks) Fuck it, I turned heel after the TEAM post, remember?

Speaking of TEAM...
I just want to thank Adam Shinder for being cool about my exercising of FW free speech, and taking my ribbing in stride. To show that I'm not always a blogger asshole and can occassionally be a good sport, I hereby offer my services as a judge for the next round of TEAM matches. Not only that, but as I said on Holzer's blog, I will also reveal which matches I judged and provide an explanation as to why I voted the way I did. I welcome the affected participants to reply with as much hatred and vitriole as possible, yet at the same time I invite Dave Brunk to promptly stomp a Texas mudhole in their asses in the event that they do. That's how it works on the MoneyShot Blog, everyone; you can fuck with me, but only at the peril of being EgoBusted.

FW Meets Halo: The Elusive Jon Katz!
Horrible title, but that's all I had; sue me. I finally got to play Halo 3 with Jon Katz, but it was uneventful. All I remember is one of his friends laughed at me for not having HDTV! Horrible! Nah, it was a good time all around; no team deathmatch, but a bunch of objective games which I'm terrible at (and the excuses begin!). Katz was playing with a ferocity not seen since Mike Randalls pwned the TiT! By the way, I had to exercise massive restraint not to immediately pitch him NFW angle ideas at the start of our Halo game, just to fuck with the ol' boy. I should have followed his character around, and after every kill scream at his opponents, "YEAH SON! YEAH! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WIT' MIKE RANDALLS BITCH! YOU KNOW WHO YO FUKKIN WIT? YOU BE FUKKIN WIT CRAIG MILES! NF-DUB! NF-DUB! CASTOR V. STRIFE IN DA HIZ! WHERE MY ULTRATITLE AT????"

RP Thread of the Month
No, this isn't going to be a monthly thing I keep up with. I'm a random kinda guy, know what I mean? Anyway, you all need to check out my friend Ross' new LVW character, Bugsy "Knuckles" Malone, who happens to be a 1940's Gangster, nyaah! http://fwrestling.com/fwc/showthread.php?t=19665

He's the last RP in the thread. Also features: Olvir and Empire.

That's all I got for today. Happy Birthday shoutout goes to Ice Tre...later! Oh fuck, did I really just do a "shoutout"? Fuck, this blog really needs to end.