psycho_magnet

This random blog is brought to you by the fine folks at Forty Creek Distilleries because thats what Im drinking and its making shit pop into my head. Damn good whiskey though, smooth. Must have been finished in some sherry, or Madeira casks. Its has a rich taste with hints of fruit, and a smooth finish of nuts and vanilla. Maybe some caramel in there, Im not sure. Fruity and Nutty, now I want my fruit and nut bar that I left at work, damn. Oh well, where was I ....oh yeah, so it has all the warmth with none of the burn. They are a new distillery but I look forward to more interesting vintages in the coming years.

Had a customer ask me to show her where the whipped cream was today, so I proceed to escort her to the dairy cooler. I get in there and point to the product while talking, and turn around to find I am talking to myself. I back track to find her outside the cooler, vaunted by the air curtain. She asked if I would get her a bottle, which I did. Now, I know its cold, it's supposed to be. I know I can handle the cold better than most, I work in a meat cooler wouldn't be very good at my job if I couldn't, but come on. We don't hunt for our food, hell most of us have never even had a garden, so the whole survival game has pretty much been put on autopilot for most of us. However, Im gonna side with Darwin on this one. If you can't negotiate a grocery store, starve, die, and make room for fitter specimens of the species. Wow.

My coworker asked me today how many different departments have I slept around in, since I seem to have a coworker fetish, for like forever. Got me to thinking, I think Im 2 away from the cycle, which would be every dept in the company. Gotta stop shitting where I eat. Well Ill try. Maybe.

Weekly demotivation.....

Random thought. Porn stars fuck like athletes. And what is up with double penetration. I can't imagine the kind of concentration it takes to keep in a scene with some other guys cock rubbing against yours, with a layer of tissue not much thicker than a condom between you. Even if you could ignore that, the nut sack slamming against yours has to be distracting. And they say crying on queue is the hardest thing to do in acting, I would have to respectfully disagree. Not to mention the restraint it must take not to kick the other guys ass after the occasional misfire. Where the fuck is the Oscar for that one?

Enough of my insane rambling, and remember nobody likes a transvestite with a hairy chest and fake tits. Stop being on the fence motherfucker, it's one or the other. You spend money on the tits, then shell out a few extra bucks and Nair that shit. I had never met a halter top I didn't like, until that day.

Night all.