tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59573273703231637202024-02-19T17:49:10.047-08:00The Nerdy RedneckAn odd blend of country redneck and big city computer geek.NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.comBlogger398125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-56552924919753032682014-02-17T12:12:00.002-08:002014-02-17T12:12:45.652-08:00Jumping on the bandwagon...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-14404962112020014042014-01-21T13:04:00.004-08:002014-05-01T08:58:21.789-07:00I Finally Figured it Out! After nigh on a decade of trying to figure out a good way to open the vacuum packed will-survive-the-holocaust packaging they put so many products into these days I finally hit on a sure fire trick! <br />
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I mean in the past I have tried knives, scissors, carpet knives, razors and just all kinds of stuff and depending on the package you get mixed results but it is NEVER easy!<br />
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Well I got it now! Easy as pie! All you need is a $200 power band saw!<br />
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Of course, you should have seen the packaging THAT came in! Oy Vey!<br />
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<br />NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-46110747191570679292013-10-01T07:15:00.003-07:002013-10-01T07:15:48.569-07:00Saddest party EVER<h4 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-18609593553015680762013-05-16T08:44:00.000-07:002013-05-28T07:57:54.727-07:00Text Stalker! <div id="yui_3_7_2_29_1368713647465_450">
My littlest sister has this knack for not putting me in her phones contacts so every single time I text her I get a "Who is this?"<br />
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So, in my style I sent a couple of weird yet <span id="misspell-0">hilarious</span> texts to both of my sisters referencing the need for a possible prostate exam. The one sister replied, yet again, "Who is this?" <br />
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In frustration I replied "Jesus!"<br />
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I got a text back asking for clarification about Jesus needing a prostate exam. So I went back with something about Jesus being older now etc. Basically I just went off on this <span id="misspell-0"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368713647465_6493">Monty</span></span>-<span id="misspell-1"><span id="yui_3_7_2_29_1368713647465_526">Python-ish</span></span> utterly <span id="misspell-2"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368713647465_6409">nonsensical</span></span> <span class="mark" id="misspell-3">rif</span> <span id="misspell-4"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368713647465_6451">revolving</span></span> around the theme of Jesus not dieing at 33 and getting on in years; One text was something like,"Well I am 2046 years old now but you know I still love you, right! <br />
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Oh how I giggled as I sent out each text. I dropped little hints here and there as to who the real <span class="mark" id="misspell-5">texter</span> was. I also said "I love you" several times as well being my littlest sis and all. I was <span id="misspell-6"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368713647465_6579">surprised</span></span> my sis was not catching on. She is pretty sharp after all and this has been going on about a week. In fact, at times I was sure s<span class="mark" id="misspell-7">he</span> did know who it was and was just playing dumb as part of the ongoing joke. <br />
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So yesterday I <span class="mark" id="misspell-8">texted</span> her and got a pretty nasty response back. I thought, OK! She does not know it's me after all and I have pushed this joke as far as it can go but still being miffed that she NEVER knows it's me instead of just saying "it's your <span id="misspell-9"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368713647465_6663">bother</span></span> silly!" I made a post on her face book page <span id="misspell-10"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368713647465_6620">referencing</span></span> "old Jesus". Then she would KNOW it was me. <br />
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No response.<br />
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Uh oh, I must have *really* ticked her off! sharing DNA with her and all I know that can be serious! So today I called her to make amends.<br />
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<span class="mark" id="misspell-11">Welllllll</span>. Little sis did not let me know her number had changed and I got <span id="misspell-12">a hold</span> of this <span id="misspell-13"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368713647465_6792">seriously</span></span> befuddled women who thought she was being <span class="mark" id="misspell-14">cyber</span> stalked by some psycho with a <span id="misspell-15">Jesus</span> complex who was in love with her!<br />
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She was, <span class="mark" id="misspell-16">uhhhhh</span>, a bit peevish, yeah. She was about to call the law on me. In fact, the only reason she had not is my number was out of state and she did not know what law to call!<br />
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Yeah we both ended up laughing as I explained it all to her but I feel really bad for scaring her. <br />
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Damn those were funny texts just totally wasted! </div>
NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-72631011243388258122013-05-13T07:53:00.001-07:002013-05-28T07:58:09.109-07:00Angie’s list; Here is a bad review! <br />
You know, there are a host of websites out there where you can review services around you and read other people’s reviews; Google, Yelp, Yahoo, etc. Most of them are free. <br />
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“Angie’s List” charges you to be a member. <br />
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In a world full of free reviews sites why would you pay to be on “Angie’s List”? Well they advertise quite heavily that they do not accept advertising so they are unbiased! That appealed to me so I signed up.<br />
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Well like Subway’s Foot long sub it turns out Angie’s list is misleading the public as well! ! Ever since I signed up I get one or two spam e-mails from Angie’s List per week advertising specials from companies providing services I searched on recently. Hmmmmm. <br />
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So is Angie’s List spamming me with local vendors out of the goodness of their hearts? They are offering targeted advertising to local companies as a charity service or do you think maybe those companies are paying Angie’s list advertising? <br />
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I suppose there may be some legal distinction between spamming and ‘advertising’ so Angie’s list can legally get away with this but since I am not a lawyer I will just call it what it is- Angie’s List is a lie. They do advertise vendors services so there is no reason to pay them to read their reviews. Stick with the free reviews. They take advertiser money too but at least they are honest about it! <br />
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So I give Angie’s list an F. They are engaging in deceptive advertising and spamming their customers. I mean if you want to pay to get spam while getting nothing else you can’t get for free elsewhere Then Angie’s list is for you! NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-24559260952148672132013-03-27T10:35:00.005-07:002014-04-30T13:43:16.900-07:00They Walk Among Us! <br />
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Many people have long suspected aliens were slowly infiltrating
Earth! So many people believe this that they even made the MIB movies! <o:p></o:p></div>
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One could reasonably propose that those movies were really
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Well I think I have proof that at least one species of alien
life do walk among us! Those brilliant alien bastards even got unsuspecting humans
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That is true brilliance people! How can we defeat such high intellect?</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">SEE THE TRUTH!</span></b></div>
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NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-35386108479499586262013-03-15T05:58:00.000-07:002014-05-01T09:00:11.328-07:00It's Just So Yummy-ummy Girlfriend! <span style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Here at work they accidentally stocked the coffee machine with “French Vanilla” coffee. (whatever the hell that is, vanilla don’t grow in France!)</span><br />
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Normally that is way too fru-fru for me! However, since I am an avowed caffeine junkie AND just way too cheap to buy my own coffee I have kept drinking it all week. At first I hated it but now I am really appreciating all the subtle overtones in this blend. The soft woody overtones with the nutty after glow. There are just so many little flavors coming to the party! <span style="font-size: 12pt;">It really makes me feel warm and secure.</span></div>
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Then last night instead of a shower I ran a bath. I have NEVER used the bathtub in my house before! I always shower. Then just as I started to get into the tub I got a sudden urge and broke out a couple of candles from my "ice storm" supply cache! </div>
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As I sat soaking in the tub in the flickering candle light I wondered what was happening to me. Then I relaxed and let the warmth flow over me and forgot all about it. I slept soooo good last night!<br />
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NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-34399862037788114772013-03-10T09:37:00.002-07:002013-08-07T12:01:03.560-07:00People are so complicated.<br />
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True story! </div>
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So two ladies are standing nearby talking about how expensive the cafeteria food is and how they did not want to eat there. So being the helpful guy I am I just playfully said, well you ladies are welcome to some of my meatballs if you like.</div>
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I was wondering why the snotty reply as I took about three steps and I froze! It just hit me - I just committed sexual <span class="yiv212901607" id="yiv212901607misspell-0">harassment</span> at work!!! Holy shit! She was going to go to HR! Oh no. Do something!<br />
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So I turned back around, uncovered my dish and held it out so they could see and said "Just to be clear, I really do have meat balls." The one lady looked at me <span class="yiv212901607" id="yiv212901607misspell-1">quizzically</span> for a second then blushed then started laughing so hard she doubled over" </div>
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Only then did I realize my "clarification" only made it worse. <span class="yiv212901607mark" id="yiv212901607misspell-2">Gah</span>! </div>
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People are so complicated.</div>
NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-87223468000191587992012-09-13T07:30:00.001-07:002013-03-10T09:39:11.398-07:00Office Pranks III was pretty proud of <a href="http://nerdyredneck.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-peoples-kids.html" target="_blank">this</a> little office "note" last year. So the sticky pad man resumes his work of entertaining those few with a sense of humor and offending the masses...<br />
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I'm sorry my mind just works this way! <br />
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At least this last half decade I have had an outlet for these brain farts- blogging. I used to say this kind of stuff out loud and then have to go to HR. Now I just sneak around with my sticky pads and post them here for Tammy to enjoy! :) <br />
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So, I am at a new work site and they have this nice filtered water dispenser in the break room with a note...<br />
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So yeah, clearly it's legal to eat mermaids or else Kroger would not have a shelf full of them but in spite of the flaky tenderness of the meat I am still having qualms. Something just is not right about eating mermaid. Maybe I am just too much a guy and it just bugs me to eat pretty mermaids. Maybe I should try eating mermen? Oh wait! Strike that! Never mind!<br />
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On another note I heard rice cakes were really good for weight loss. So I thought I would give them a try. Never being a shades of grey kind of guy I ate nothing but rice cakes for 5 days. Two rice cakes and a cup of coffee for a meal is so yummy and satisfying so you would think its a great diet right? However, I put on a butt load of weight (literally!) I don't get it? Could TV have possibly lied to me? </div>
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<strong><span style="color: red;">{in a tense and powerful voice}</span> Tonight on actions news! A local airshow act goes horrifyingly wrong! The pilot loses control of his aircraft and impacts four buildings traumatizing the building occupants! Complete film at 11:00</strong><br />
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Well the warnings AND if the damn knife would have cut what I was trying to cut then I would not have slipped and cut me instead of my target!<br />
This is a real problem in America. Did you know there are over 20,000,000 knife injuries per year in this country and millions of them are very serious. Also did you know that I make up 82.2 percent of my stats right on the spot? It's a problem people! <br />
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With my millions from the settlement I will start the Nerdy Redneck Foundation to stop sharp knifes. Our Motto will be "The only good knife is a dull knife" or "safer Knifes for a safer world" or something equally inane. If there are any colors left we can do an awareness ribbon! I mean really work those cliches here folks! <br />
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Then like most charities we will totally loose focus and start will campaigning against anything sharp. Our group will inevitably support all the teachers demanding children be put on Ritalin! "Sharp things are dangerous, we demand dull children!" YEAH! <br />
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TWO, FOUR, SIX, EIGHT<br />
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PS Mr. Clean, that phallic symbol from the days when housewife's were lonely for a big strong CLEAN man, does an awesome job on blood stains.NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-32155052439004008902012-03-26T12:01:00.003-07:002012-03-27T05:49:06.032-07:00Random Points<strong>TV</strong> <br />
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A few posts back I showed you my new fence. I have also been moving a lot of dirt to level the yard and improve drainage. I have been so stiff and sore for weeks now. So I decided Sunday was going to be a day of rest, a "me day". I vowed I would not do any work! Read, watch Cheesy TV etc and just relax for one lousy day. <br />
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For a week now I have been hearing "I Will Always Love You". GAH! NO mos por favor, no mos! Uh HELLO "Journalists", Whitney actually did more than one song and in my opinion that is not her best. In fact it makes me think of Tarzan! AhhhhhAHHHHHahhhhAHHHHH. Where Cheetah Jane?<br />
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MMMMMmmm, I shore do loves me some humble pie y'all!NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-40632014369789783902012-01-19T14:21:00.000-08:002012-09-11T06:32:55.720-07:00I HAVE THE POWER!My wallet was stolen last November. The credit cards were replaced within 10 days. <br />
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So in December I still don't have a licence so I check my credit card statement and the modest payment to the state of Texas never hit so I assumed I somehow or another did not complete the website correctly. You know some silly like not hitting the confirm button AFTER hitting the submit button. (Being a UNIX guy the plebeian "Are you sure?" thing of the GUI baby universe often throws me off! ;) )</div>
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So I hit the Texas "Department of Public Safety" (State Police) website again and ran through the process again looking hard for the "confirm: or the "are you really, really, REALLY sure" button and I am pretty sure I got it right this time.<br />
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So along comes January and still no licence (several blog posts detailing many Christmas travel adventures with no valid ID will be written, this I SWEAR!) So I get online again and I get a big red box saying call this phone number. Well it turns out I have been flagged for trying to get two drivers licences online and now I have to come in person to get it. <br />
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No problem, I moved home over Christmas so a in situ meeting is not the issue it would have been in Nov. or Dec. So I head on over.<br />
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The line stretches out the door into the parking lot. thank goodness it was a nice Texas day, in Illinois this line could be deadly (literally). When my spot in line gets <em>to</em> the door I see this GEM of government think....<br />
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At first I thought I could have made an appointment and not stood in line? Damn! THEN the stunning reality, the full soul crushing weight of the sign sinks in fully.... Even when you have an appointment you STILL have to stand in this line before your appointment will be "honored". </div>
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As a man who thrives on efficiency I begin to shiver, then giggle then drool while still giggling. As a defense mechanism from such madness my mind detaches and floats away into a safer happier place. Why my mind chose to "vacation" in an old vision of the LSD inspired movie "Yellow Submarine" I may never fully understand. (Click play on the song below and keep reading, its a great sound track for the surreal tale to follow) </div>
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Only after vomiting off the edge of the sidewalk do I begin to regain contact with reality and as my super-ego reconnects with the wet ware I catch myself mumbling "we all live... in.. a..yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine". Whoa! </div>
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I was getting many dirty looks from my fellow line inmates for vomiting but as I wiped my mouth I simply stated, "You did not think I was going to give up my place in line <em>for that</em> did you?" </div>
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Sidebar... Back in the 90's I fell in hate with our Governor here at the time, you may have heard of him. George W Bush. He signed a law requiring all Texans to give their thumbprints like convicted criminals in order to receive a drivers licences. The Prints are digitally encoded onto a magnetic strip on the back of the licence so they can swipe you license and make sure you and the licence match. </div>
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Pointing at the thumbprint reader "Uh, you have my thumbprints in that system there and here is a reader, you can't match that? After all that is why fearless leader Bush made us submit them right?" (sadly noting there can actually be benefits to evil which is why I suppose so many sheep accept it) </div>
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"Do you know how easy it is to fake one of those? Do you know how long I stood in this line? Whereas the data you have in <u><strong>this</strong></u> computer is secure and I don't have to stand in line again" </div>
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In exasperation at the prospect of another day in line I simply say "FUCK!" and turn to walk away.<br />
In that snotty tone only a public facing civil "servant" can use she ordered me to "watch my language"<br />
"No ma'am! I still live in this funny place called America and I actually have the <u>right</u> to be rude and crude. So <strong>FUCK!!</strong>"<br />
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I'm not proud but it needed to be said... much like lancing a boil. It ain't pretty but it's utterly necessary.<br />
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OK! Irony tiiiiiiiiiiiime! Are you ready? 'cause this here is the kicker! <br />
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If I had not double submitted on the DPS (State Police) website I would have had my licence <strong>without showing my SOCIAL SECURITY CARD!</strong> Ponder on that a bit people! Let that sink in.......Yeah, I know right!?<br />
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So yesterday when I posted a much shorter and less humorous version of this rant on facebook I closed with "Rick Perry has been Governor of this state for 12 years, if this is the best our state agencies can do after 12 years of his "leadership" then he has no business being president" <br />
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Today he withdrew from the race! <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/ticket/cnn-rick-perry-end-campaign-141912141.html" target="_blank">CNN Story Here</a>. <br />
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His fridge was full of stackable half gallon bins some with spouts some with little fold open doors. They were nearly refriderator depth and stacked neatly upon each other. They had lables like "Pulled Pork", "Baby Rays 'secret' BBQ Sauce", " Pork Chops, "Sirloin, "tender loin, "Roast beef, "Bacon, "Sausage (links), "Sausage Patties, Then in grease pencil the last "stocked on" date. <br />
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Whoa! Hello gluttoney have you met nerdy organizatrional skills? I knew you would like each other!<br />
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Then off course neat stacks of sliced chesses; pepper jack, colby, mozarella, cheddar!<br />
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AS I lay on the floor cunvulsing mildly and choking on saliva my sadness at no longer having hot women room mates began to fade...Just a little though; Everyone (should) know the male hierarchy of needs for happiness... <strong>sex</strong> THEN <strong>food</strong> THEN <strong>machines</strong> - DUH! (Oh that is why this is the most erotic picture on earth! ) <br />
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Terry would actually prepare me meals and I would not INHALE them! I would portion them up and eat them over a day or two though. My weight loss continued while I continued to eat, meal after meal, the best food I have ever had over a continuous period in my life! It was like "sunday dinner" with the extended family as a child but 21 meals a week! (flashback! post roast, mashed potaotes and grandma's noodles and home made dinner rolls! (Damn, more drool in the keyboard) but terry's left overs brougth home were that good!) </div>
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We may say "cream and sugar" in our cofee or tea. Have you ever had real life actual HEAVY CREAM and SUGAR in a cup of coffee! I have not and grew up on a farm (I have heard you can get a cup of coffee like this at Starbucks but being hetero I have never been to a Starbucks) </div>
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Oh yeah, the tittle, so why do chefs suck? 'Cause when you move out and have to fend for your self again, food is just never the same. Terry, oh Terry, how do you make that omelet so fluffy that if it did not have meat for weight it would float away! The egg portion would melt like cotton candy leaving the onions, peppers and saudage! <strong>I'm jonesing Terry, I need my fix! {Wailing} Oh Terry don't hold out on me this way! </strong></div>
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NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-4529846310212565452011-12-28T12:01:00.001-08:002012-01-17T09:29:20.310-08:00DishonorKwaii Lo! Your Christmas gift brings great dishonor to my house and your once proud family!<br />
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Go now in shame and pray that in the future you can perform some great task of sacrifice to wash the stain of shame from both our houses.<br />
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Papa flirting with a waitress!? AS I said shocking! <br />
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However its a great joke! No matter how you like your coffee you can make it fit! <br />
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So this weekend I was able to bring a variation to the theme when I explained to my new room mate that I like my milk (moo Juice!) the same way I like my women, white and frigid!NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-16381280329310350042011-10-27T10:48:00.000-07:002017-01-06T09:10:51.458-08:00I'm Pissed!Yes again! <br />
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You mean to tell me I been parking at the 100 acre box stores and all I had to do was just find one of these green boxes and help myself - FOR FREE! <br />
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So, who ever did not send me this memo is in for it! BIG TIME<br />
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NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-69559761022717792722011-10-26T10:57:00.000-07:002017-01-06T09:11:58.195-08:00Redneck Award #2 (The Reddy!)I humbly bow before this master of redneckdom! Here is a person who obviously has spent a lifetime perfecting the redneck arts! At first I thought it MUST be abandoned but note the contemporary decorations! <br />
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Man this guy is GOOD!<br />
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You want a twist! This shanty overlooks a very prestigious private golf course! Ya know, the kind of place where regardless of my income I would not be allowed to join. I am not quite as obnoxious as Rodney Dangerfield's character in Caddy Shack but I am striving to improve. I run my obnoxity flash cards and exercises every day! Someday I hope to achieve the masters skill but alas, for now, I am an apprentice<br />
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NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-38620658782372427082011-10-13T11:14:00.000-07:002014-11-12T05:20:23.019-08:00Jihad!<div style="border: currentColor;">
I am pretty agnostic when it comes to religion. Yet from the seemingly oddest of casual conversations my random access brain solved a centuries old religious question. (Humble aint I?) Empiricism is dead in the rest of the world (eg Global warming) but I still respect it immensely. So here is actual proof of a major religions tenet! </div>
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It all started on a first date. It seems to be one of those ‘standard’ “getting to know you questions”. Every single woman I have dated will ask, “So what do you like to eat”?</div>
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So the latest women in my life asks what do you like to eat? At the moment for some reason I was craving breakfast sausage so I mentioned it, then like a binary link list I just started down the chain, oh bacon and gosh ham is awesome, pork chops, BBQ pulled pork and pork ribs are to die for… </div>
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Then suddenly an epiphany! All my favorite foods are pork based. Then upon further reflection it becomes obvious that clearly the pig is the most delicious animal on the planet. I mean nearly every single cut of this animal simply burtsts with flavor! </div>
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Then the double epiphany hits! Oh....MA....GAWD! (Literally!) After centuries of debate and bloody conflict proof positive that God prefers Christians!<br />
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Picture ancient Jerusalem where three major religions were based at the same time... Imagine a vengeful God pointing his finger and mocking the poor Jews and Muslims..."<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Na na na na na! I created the best tasting animal you will ever know of and <u>YOU</u> can't have any! HAHA HA HAAAAA!!</span></b></div>
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(This might also explain why the Jews and Muslims are still fighting for centuries now. Porkus envy! Freud was sooooo close!)</div>
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Then think of all those religions that require vegetarianism- Christianity is the only religion (that I know of) that gets to sample all the wonderful delicious foods God created for us guilt free! Well except I was raised Catholic and they make you feel guilt for even breathing! Shoot 30 years latter and those damned nuns still have me so messed up I still can't masturbate without guilt for making baby Jesus cry! Oh, sorry, drifting...</div>
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Yep, no more living in denial, Christians are clearly Gods spoilt children that get all the good presents at Christmas while the other kids get crap. You know, just like Christmas itself! :(<br />
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Sorry all you other religions! But jump on in, the ham casserole if freaking AWESOME! There is always room for more at the table. <br />
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So I have adapted the old bible camp song to reflect the new reality:<br />
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<strong>Jesus loves me, this I know</strong><br />
<strong>because the <strike>bible</strike> pork chops tell me so! </strong><br />
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Oh that old WWII song might have to be revisited too...<br />
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<b>Pass the <strike>ammo</strike> bacon and praise Jesus!</b> (This heathen spell checker keeps suggesting Perseus for Jesus, Perseus really? lol) <br />
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So all you Christians out there, show your love, kill a pig for Jesus <u>today</u>!<br />
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Oh, as long as I am starting religious foment here let me add that I know from personal experience that jokes about the Hindu God Ganesha having peanut allergies are <strong><em>not</em></strong> freaking funny!<br />
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I thought the swelling and contortions made it obvious but every nerd learns sooner or later NEVER analyze some one else's religion. :) </div>
NerdyRedneck Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197976874612713015noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957327370323163720.post-24955700918045541382011-10-12T11:45:00.000-07:002017-01-06T09:20:34.408-08:00It not just fun- its fecal fun!Ok, for those who like to pretend that the things all our bodies do are disgusting please turn away now. ....<br />
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For those of you still with me I went camping for a few days last month. Which was stupid because it was still nice and sweaty hot out there! It sure looks nice in this photo though eh?! <br />
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So I got pretty dehydrated out there and my old colon performed flawlessly because it strained every last essence of water from my poo. In fact, as I was trying to eject this brick from my body my internal I-pod pulled up and started playing “Like a rock”<br />
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In other words this was what I call an Incredible Hulk shit. You know, you are sitting there gritting your teeth, blood vessels are bulging from head and neck, your arms are on the wall pushing, pushing which starts your shirt to ripping, then you start to turn green from the pushing then this growling moan that hearkens back to more primitive man slips through your grinding teeth and clenched jaw! The neighborhood dogs even start howling in sympathy. Jedi half a galaxy away can feel the rippling in the force! <br />
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Then the “plunk!” that means the pain is over – for now<br />
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Yep the Incredible Hulk! <br />
And in the pain and release of the male equivalent to child birth creativity sets and I start to laugh out out loud- I just <br />
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I love jokes but I am not a joke writer. My thing is story telling with hopefully humorous twists but I made up a real life question and answer joke right there on the ceramic throne. <br />
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Q. What do muscle cars, sex and bowel movements have in common?<br />
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A. The louder they are the better they are! <br />
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