Just saw the movie, and it was actually pretty good.  Good ‘ol “Indy” still has it in him and kicks some serious ass for an old guy.  It was action packed and the story telling was just like the oldies.

Sorry to spoil the ending for you, but there have been complaints about the “sci-fi” ending.  Well, here’s what happens.  Optimus prime dies and gives the all spark to Sam Witwicky.  There you go, sorry if I ruined it for ya but you’ll get over it I’m certain.

 Peace out fuckers,
BigMiggy

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Well, my birthday was last Monday.  Yeah me.  I’m a year older and not a damn bit wiser.  I realize that I still don’t know shit about the female species and the relationships we tend to find ourselves in with them.  I realize that I am not who I thought I was or even who I’d like to be.  I also realize that I don’t even know what I want to be when I ‘grow up’.  Do we ever ‘grow up’?  I don’t think so.  Our only choice it seems is to go through life trying to solve it’s never ending mysteries, try to find someone that you can do this with and eventually die and still not know the answers to anything.

 WTF!?!  IS that fucking depressing or what!?!  I do know one thing though and that is that I am not perfect, no matter what I think when I’m drunk.

Peace out, let me know if you happen to stumble upon the book of truths, I’d like to borrow it.

Later,
BigMiggy

P.S.
Here’s a joke just in case I brought your mood on life down you fucking pussy.
The War Vet
Two guys were swapping stories in the park one day and one guy (a war vet) mentioned that during the war he was captured and held for weeks without food.
The other guy asked, “How could you survive without food?”
“It wasn’t easy,” he said. “But I had a big meal before I was captured and learned to eat my own shit.”
“WHAT? That’s disgusting!” said the first guy. “I don’t believe you!”
Without a second thought the vet reached into his pants, shit in his hand and promptly ate it on the spot.
The second guy said, “My God! If you can do that so easily, we can bet big money and rake in a fortune!”
“Sounds good to me,” said the vet “I can use the money.”
The next day the guy had set up a bet with two wealthy but unbelieving high rollers. “This I gotta see,” said one of the gamblers.
“It ain’t gonna happen,” said the other. “No one can eat their own shit.”
“Lets do it,” said the vet’s buddy as he set down a plate full of shit in front of the vet. The vet looks down ready to dig in, when all of a sudden he bolts from the table and projectile pukes a streak across the room right on the two gamblers.
In a rage the gamblers kick the living crap out of both the vet and his buddy, they take their winnings and leave.
“We lost it all!” said the buddy. “Why in the hell didn’t you eat the shit?”
“There was a hair in it!” said the vet.

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Thanks to beefstik from hamwallet.net, I was awakened to the glorious netflix service providing “on demand” movies.  While the list is not very large yet, it still has classics such as “Clash of the Titans” and “The Fifth Element“.  It’s nice when you have a PC connected to your living room T.V. and you want a blast from the past.  There are some pretty shitty movies available as well.  Check out the movie “Lightspeed“, it’s lame as hell and you prolly won’t be able to stomach teh movie in it’s entirety.  If you can, than you are a better man than I my friend.

 Maybe I was teh last one to realize this, but if you’re finding about it here first, then I knew before you!!

Later,
BigMiggy

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So, I live in a shit hole of a town.  Well, it’s not all that bad.  No, wait, yes it is.  The problem is that there is absolutely no sense of customer service.  I mean, WTF!?!  Isn’t that what they teach at Mickey D’s? Taco Bell? or even BK?  It seems that when a restaurant comes here, it’s all good at first because the training is fresh in there heads and the “managers” are there to make sure all goes well.  That works great for the first couple of weeks, then it all starts to go downhill.  First the orders get fucked up, then the food starts to get shitty, then the customer service goes straight downhill.

Let me tell you how my trip to Taco Bell went the other day.  I walked into the establishment, the ugly fat bitch behind the counter has to put her conversation on pause so she can tend to the “customer” aka ME.  First off, she’s got that look like “What do you want?” on her face like she’s not getting paid to at least put a fake smile on her face.  Maybe it’s because she’s an uneducated dumbass who just wants to get paid to get her “nails did” for the weekend.  I don’t know, so anyways.  I proceed to give her my order, and she is fucking it all up.  Now, instead of apologizing or asking me politely to repeat what I said, she gives me a look like I’m not speaking english.  So, I take a deep breath and start over.  I know it’s complicated when you have to “read” the menu items on the buttons.  Maybe they should put pictures instead?  Then the job can truly be done by a five year old.  So we make it through the order, I get my order number and anxiously await my delicious burritos and shit.  Well, my number is called out, and what do you know.  The order is fucked up.  I’m no genius, but I’m pretty sure I can read a button and push the right one at least 99.9% of the time.  So I take the jacked up taco up to be replaced and she asks me “Isn’t that what you ordered?”, uh, no bitch, that’s why I’m bringing it back up here.

Don’t get me wrong, I know people make mistakes, but when you have a shitty attitude it makes you look like a serious piece of shit.  A smile goes a long way with just about everybody, and if you can’t at least be decent to a fellow human being when it’s your job, the world is fucked.  Like my buddy at hamwallet.net says, “Don’t be a douche.”

Now this is customer service!

Now, just reach in there and get me a Smirnoff Ice too.

Here are some links to check out.

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Erin go brea, or however you decide to spell it.  Have some green beer, don’t get your ass kicked in a bar, and love the one you’re with.  I’ll be back later with stuff for you, you sorry bitches.

Peace out,
BigMiggy

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