Talk Dirty to Me

I finally decided to get off my fat ass and create a blog...

It's quite strange that I'm doing this for less than noble and less than sophisticated reasons. Quite frankly it's to make the headaches go away. Let's begin shall we???

It finally happened, I got fed up with dumbing down for the past two weeks interacting with some of the training class I'm with. I don't think I'll be hanging around with some of these people thank you. And when I say "thank you" what I really mean is "P&^%$#ang-Ina niyo" I would have had a better time sticking my head in the backside of a rabid horse while having my testicles ripped out by an angry mob of midgets all the while Mahmoud the slave sodomizes me. (With some notable exceptions of course). I've seen more intelligence demonstrated in a bad episode of Kris Aquino's "Deal or No Deal" on reefers. If suddenly the HR department suddenly had an epiphany and realized these people won't be able to handle the job at hand, a troupe of herpes infested monkeys with indigestion would do a better job then them.

Children tsk tsk...

Moving on (thank you Marvs) I woke up around 6pm and had this awful craving for sensical conversation. I'm sorry Mr. Castro but with the girlfriend off in Europe, you are one of the few people I know that actually makes any sense (take note "makes sense" not "is intelligent"... but JC is intelligent) hence victim of my whim.

On the way to his pad I had a strange feeling that the cabbie was going to pick up some muggers to to rob and kill me. When I finally arrived JC was watching some TV show, talked about debate celebrieties, blogs and such. What a releif. I still say we are having the typical existential twentysomething crisis on "what to do with your life". (Jesus it sounds like a 70's gameshow or game ka na ba).

Congratulations on your thesis JC, It almost crossed the border on the cliche conclusion that sex sells. But it was simply genius when you showed me that there is no variety in the primetime Filipino comedy show genre. All it shows is smut and skin. (But even given the non-existent alternative I'd still watch Maureen L., Rufa Mae Quinto and Alicia Meyer jiggle their ta-tas.)

HORNY CHINESE BASTARD STRIKES AGAIN.

But seriously I thank JC for the company, I'm looking forward to the movie tomorrow with him and Icebox at the Podium tomorrow.

My parting shot:
Trust first impressions.
Filipino English is overrated.
I'm more interested with what people say than how they speak.