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What to do, what to do...

I was yelled at today. For practically nothing. It pisses me off.

Here's why:

I'm fucking huge. I have been trained in several martial arts styles, worked for years as a bouncer, had guns and knives pulled on me... but for some damn reason I can't use any of those skills when an old lady yells at me. Not only is she an old lady, she's my fucking BOSS.

Lame.

People get stressed. I get it. Life is hard. But there should be consequences if you take that stress out on an innocent smiling giant who walks into your office asking how they can help you.

I should be allowed to break her in half.

It's cool, I was very polite and closed the door on my way out. But motherfucker...



The Smiling Giant:


Oh well. On with life. Here are some other pictures from the last few weeks.

Appertizer anyone?


Charlie Wilson's sparkle hats, lined up backstage and ready to shine...


Flowers in a field, found while walking with Gadget in her favorite park:




Kids For Sale:


Anyone up for some DP?


Little red guy, loving life:


Best parking job ever:



Laser Deer:


Nigel's roadcase:


Brian the Superfan, always in the parkinglot waiting for bands to arrive.


Rock on, Superfan...