A slap bunter has different knees because they are moving.
The girls are more likely to ask you what was wrong with a pitch.
and some partners will sell you out and leave you to hang just for fun.
I had a call on a steal to third. The ball got there in time but I was straight lined with the runner between me and the tag. the motions all indicated a tag before the base but... after the call I felt the position of the players led to a possible missed tag. In order to get the right call I called time and conferred with my partner.
"Did you see the play?
If you are asking me because it is your call she was safe?
Did you see a tag as the tag occurred on u=your side of the runner?
I felt she got to the bag before the tag
no did you see contact on the tag?
I felt she was safe
I changed my call
I think back now and I think there was something that was missing.
he never answered my question.
there was some diversity ratios that that may have played into the situation that I thought were not weighing in but now I feel I was screwed.
the coach bitched fro the rest of the game and questioned very call for the next three games I had with those teams.
I will never ever ever change a call now unless I made the wrong mechanical call by accident.
This is crap and I feel he fucked me more than any parent or coach. I will never trust his shit ever again.
"Release Regarding P!nk's Canceled Athens Show
Hot Beez would like to address the audience regarding the reason for Pink’s cancellation at the Fly BEEyond Festival. Even though she was in Greece, she was not able to perform due to health reasons. She was visited by a doctor at her hotel, and was diagnosed with Gastroenteritis. Her situation got progressively worse during the day, and the show in Athens was canceled just hours before Pink was set to go on stage per her doctor’s orders to not perform. Hot Beez would like to inform the ticket holders that they will be able to cash their tickets by showing the ticket fragment that they hold, from Monday 23 of July until Thursday 31 of August from ticketnet’s office (46 Kifisias avenue – Ampelokipi, 11526, 1st floor. Telephone numbers +30 211 10 86 060). The ticket holders will be served from 9:00 until 21:00 during the period of 07/23/07 to 07/27/07 and from 10:00 to 20:00 during the period of 07/28/07 to 08/31/07. For further information, visit HotBeez.com or call Ticketnet at 211 10 86 060."
Wikipedia.org says this.......
"Gastroenteritis is a general term referring to inflammation or infection of the gastrointestinal tract, primarily the stomach and intestines. It can be caused by infection with bacteria, viruses, or other parasites, or less commonly reactions to new foods or medications. It often involves stomach pain (sometimes to the point of being crippling), diarrhea and/or vomiting, with noninflammatory infection of the upper small bowel, or inflammatory infections of the colon."
I hope she is ok... LOL
"Globally, gastroenteritis caused 4.6 million deaths in children in 1980 alone, most of these in the developing world."
I loved this song for the words and I the naughtiness of the lyrics. now I am older and I know what the lyrics mean
and the hate one feels over sexual jealiousy.
I want to share this with everyone and tell them to go out and purchase a copy of "Broken English" by Marianne faithful
Help support the old timers and their habits.
I would like to see Pink do a cover of this before she gets too pussified
When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak,
I had my balls and my brains put into a vice
And twisted around for a whole fucking week.
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you let that trash
Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash ?
Why'd ya do it she said, why'd you let her suck your cock ?
Oh, do me a favour, don't put me in the dock.
Why'd ya do it, she said, they're mine all your tools,
You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools.
Why'd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore,
'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you spit on my snatch ?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch ?
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid.
Why'd you do it, she said, ain't nothing to laugh,
You just tore all our kisses right in half!
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do what you did,
Betray my little oyster for such a low bid.
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid.
Why'd ya do it, she screamed, after all we've said
Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed.
The whole room was swirling,
Her lips were still curling.
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do it, she said,
Why'd you do what you did ?
Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever
With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather.
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ...
Ah, I feel better now
What would you have done when the fuckers dropped the towers?? ' now that is not right you guys you all should stop that rough play before more people get hurt.' yeah fucking right! How about when you were given the information that some crazy person had dangerous weapons and was know to attack other countries?? 'Now Saddam you really need to find the inner child and learn to love everybody.'
Why don't you stick to making bubble gum records, and trying to look hardcore. And leave the politics to the rest of the world that really cares. You do not care, your real concern is, am I getting paid? Who is stealing from me? And when do I get to eat? when did you wake up and say 'you know what I have the cash to help out 1000+ people by donating to habitat for humanity and I will swing a hammer for a week to build a few homes.' No you meet with some people and you eat lunch and you talk shit about some people.
Now I know you worked hard to get where you are and to do the things you do and want to do. But the president asked to have the job of running the country, asked to make the toughest decisions in the country and in the worlds best interest, and we as a group said yeah go ahead. Now when the decisions are made there are the pussies that want to complain, and cash in on his job right or wrong better or worse. why don't you take your fucking pop album divide it up by the number of songs and take the "GROSS" percentage of that one song and donate that to a charity that will help the homeless, the war displaced, the hungry children of the single mothers who made bad decisions and had babies that they should have not had yet. then you and your record company can then split the remainder for the costs and royalties.....
Yeah I thought not, you fucking, greedy, bitch fucker, spit in your face, whore, duce bag, fake, wanna be human!
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
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Area 51 or here Thunder or here Thunder 2 You better bring your A game as I like to stomp the shit outta fucktards I dunno about this but what the hell lets see what it does
I was just having a bad Monday.
Money troubles, this weekend I had some of those “Let’s fuck with the umpire cock suckers.”
I had some Starbucks zombie try to talk on the cell phone while trying to navigate a behemoth of a urban assault vehicle, all while trying to bend the laws of physics. The dumb twit tried to occupy the same location as me in the universe at the same time.
I was passed on some training that I felt I should have been given but was not because my supervisor does not think that hourly employees are of any use or benefit.
I was just in one of those “FUCK!!, FUCKING!!!, FUCK!@!!!” moods.
I decided to go to a “Ross Dress for less” store to cheer myself up.
Why Ross?? I like the smell of the fabrics, to see what’s on sale and stuff. Also they have my picture behind the counter at ‘Vicky’s’ (Victoria’s secret). Seriously, I know because I was forced to let them take it and I made them let me autograph it.
Any ways I am in the parking lot and I see front row parking, so I slam the Ranger into the parking spot and jump out.
As I get out I see a fairly decent looking older woman and she honks at me, I wave, smile and turn to go in the store.
While I am in the back of the store touching the bras and panties, this lady starts bitching about some driving and parking spots and some other bullshit. I turn and yell’ “What?? Oh Yeah? Fuck you. You fucking cunt!”
She stops mid sentence and looks like I slapped her. Everybody in the store looks at us. So I say, “Oh I am sorry that was wrong. Let us try that again. Here, you start with being a rude fucking bitch.” Pause , “ and I will tell you how to lick my balls.” I laugh and I turn to leave before the manager comes to take my picture. Because the bras and panties are in a great location, sort of tucked in the back behind some tall racks of cotton summer dresses, and I would like to come back later next week.
For the lord is my Sheppard he leads me to green pastures and ye although I walk through the valley of I shall fear no evil because the lord is my savior and I am a mean son-of-a-bitch. I shall smite with great vengeance those evil and blasphemous men that shall tempt and distract the children of the lord.
The world is full of inequities and selfishness. There are many distractions and temptations that await us at every turn.
If we take our eyes from the prize for even a second some slick snake oil sales man is there to detach us from our cash. An evil wanton temptress is there to draw from our path to the lord with her guiles and false beauty. If you are truly righteous you can see that her beauty is not as beautiful as the lord's promise of salvation.
Not too long ago I was beset with a choice. Now this choice was not like what shall I have for lunch, or the clerk just gave me back too much change do I tell him or do I keep it?
This was a greater choice, a soul defining choice, one of those that when you see it you know that the decision you are about to make is one that will say to the world what kind of man, or woman, you are.
I was downtown and I was walking on the sidewalk behind the Ex-mayor Brown. He and one of his associates were having a discussion of some importance because as they did not see the derelict and the other two people set him up for the oldest pickpocket trick in the book. I did, and this is not the choice, I slowed my pace, when the lift was done nobody saw the pick made, no-one saw me change direction and no-one saw me position for the oldest mugging trick at the alley entrance.
As the lady that lifted the wallet from the ex-mayor pass me at the entrance, I slammed my fist into the side of her head and she disappeared into the alley against the dumpster. I charged her and demanded the wallet she coughed, cried, and looked at me with the eyes of a woman that were soft and pleading. I kicked her in the thigh right above the knee with enough force to lift her leg and drop her on her back. I jumped up and at the moment the air left her lungs I planted my foot on her chest. A couple gasps of air and she knew that to breath she had to hand over the wallet. Weakly her hand lifted and gave me the wallet.
Now here is my choice, do I return the wallet or do I keep the wallet? You see the wallet was already stolen, and would have been stolen weather the lord had sent me downtown or not. So the lord put me on that street at that time to be a witness. Now I know the lord did not expect me to the mugger I once was, or a player in an elaborate pick pocket scheme. So I kept the wallet knowing that the lord leads me to greener pastures and there was 465 dollars ion the wallet not to mention a social security card and 8 credit cards, and one of them was an account of the City's.
The rectory now has a 72 inch surround sound worshiping system. The rectory pantry is full of all the foods that are not healthy. And I have a month’s supply of burritos, Doritos, and beer.
I then sold the Social security card and credit cards on a forum board to some poor unfortunate soul and the bounty will help his family and then some other family will benefit also.
So in conclusion I brought the lords vengeance down on some criminals, I was given a betterment of life and I stewarded some others of god’s children.
Had I just said "hey stop, look out you are about to be robbed" I would not had done any of gods work and that fat bastard of a pig fucker would have been saved some of the lord's punishment for being a porker of cats and hamsters.
So I would like my congregation to reflect on this lesson for the rest of the week look for opportunities where the lord is trying to help you and the rest of the world.
And again baptismal beatings are still occurring every Thursday. If anybody is wavering in the faith or you know someone who is need of the lord please come on down to the rectory ring.
Even more hatred and anger than I can muster. And some wonder why there is so much hate and racism
Why can I not have this kind of anger
Even More Anger
My financial aid counselor is rude disrespectful and thinks I am an idiot.
I started attending and applied for financial aid. I was not getting funded,
I called him numerous times about this and he stated he no idea why. He also stated that
Very rarely doe sit take this long to get funded.
I called and called and was told that this was not normal but just to be patient.
I finally called and spoke to someone in corporate and they found that my degree plan was stuck
And they unstuck. Fairly easy thing for someone who knows their system to track down but he failed to do so
Now I wanted and needed the funds for the student loan. And he said that there was nothing he could do to speed the process
I called corporate and they said yes there is he (the financial aid counselor) just needed to fill out a
Heat ticket. I called Darrel back and said that there has to be something that he can do. He said no it was outta
His hands. Then I said that corporate said for him to fill out a heat ticket he began to back track about this and said this would not help anything. I told him that corporate was aware of my particular situation and they were waiting for the heat ticket. He reluctantly filled out the heat ticket.
I finished a class and filled out their stupid survey. I bitched about Darrel’s treatment of my case and asked corporate to contact me.
Guess who does??
Right Darrel on a speaker phone. On a speaker phone. I asked who was in the room with him and that this was not polite to put someone on a speaker phone in a room of people without announcing who was in the room.
He stated no-one was in the room.
Every so often while he tried to justify his poor customer service he would put me on hold.
Finally he said to hold on and then said that we should talk with his super and that he would call me back once he got the conference call with her set up. 2 sacs later I get the call and we go around again with his bitch of a fuck head cunt supervisor
And she proceeds to talk to me like I am beneath her and that I have no right to question Darrel. You would think that Darrel was one of her off spring (as demonic as any that she would produce)
finally I relent and tell them that they have won I was done discussing this with them as they would not even try to see it my way and that I would be a good boy and not say anything wrong in the surveys any more.
They then said that was not their intention bla bla bla yackity smackity.
Then about a year into the program I get an e-mail from some lady (Patricia) that wants me to fill out some form with personal information and fax it to her. I e-mailed back and asked was she?
She stated that she was my financial aid counselor. I told her that Darrel was and that Darrel already had all this information.
She said that she was handed the account and needed the information
I said that this is funny because this is the information Darrel already has and she should get it from Darrel.
Next thing I get is a call from an academic counselor who says that my finance counselor is trying to cancel my schedule and did I know why.
I told her the issue and we had a conference call. And when I tell the same thing to Patricia with a witness she all of a sudden says that is right she can get the information from Darrel and my academic counselor throws in that this is information that should be ion the system anyways.
Again poor management on Darrel’s part as he should have entered this information, he should have done a proper hand off.
Darrel calls me on my cell. He says that he has tried to page me. I tell him that the pager is broke and I do not think I am going to get it replaced. He says he needs money for past due classes. I tell him that I am really busy and that I will call him on Monday.
I call on Tuesday and he does not return my call. I call on Wednesday and he again does not return my call. I call on Thursday and again he does not return my call. I drive 30 plus miles to class on Thursday. I go to look at my schedule online and there is no class schedule. I go to the front desk and the person that assists me takes me up stairs and we find that Darrel had deleted my schedule.
I talk to some rube (you know the type, uneducated but pretends to be, by mispronouncing big words. if you look at their shoes and pants you can tell that they are not that educated nor are they that smart) about this and he says that Darrel had a death in the family and that he could help me. (Darrel had a death in the family last Memorial Day weekend also). I explain that I tried to take of this and Darrel did not return a call.
I make a deal with them and I take of the bill and I get my classes back.
Later I talk to Darrel and said that he deleted my schedule when I told him that I could not talk. He said shit like "you are an adult and you know the rules." I said that he "never mentioned deleting my schedule." and he again stated that I am an 'adult and I know the rules.'
We go round and round about the disrespect and the treatment on my account. And again I am an adult and my bill was due and he was within his right.
I said that he should have called me before it to this and he said that he paged me numerous times. I told him that the pager did not work, that he had my cell, my work number my personal e-mail as well as my work e-mail and that he never tried to reach me and that this was a personal thing. He said he tried my work number and left messages on my voice mail. (I never received a single) I called IT and asked if there was an outage in the past three weeks that would have lost any messages and they stated rather proudly that they had not a single outage or lost voice mail in the last three years.
Darrel you are a fucking loser piece of shit. You will never attain anything better that a bill collector status and while you work your wife is having affairs with the teachers of your kids.
Fuck off you piece of shit.
No real close plays but may be one or two.
My partner was spot on an all of his calls. He was taking his time to make the call. In fact he was making a point to be slow to ensure the calls were right.
After the game the first base coach came up to us on the way out and said to my partner.
You know I have also umpired and I know how hard it is to do the job right. By you really were not in position to make many of the calls. You should......"
"Coach" I say "if you were an umpire in the past then you know how foolish you are sounding to us right now at this moment."
And we exit the field
One statement made under his breath
"That was very rude."
I turned and said "No COACH that was not rude that was some free advice from one umpire to another." and I smiled very friendly/crazy and we turned.