Tuesday, March 31, 2009
People are Retarded
So Ryane (yes, HER name is really ryane) and I were just working and these two butch ladies come up to the counter. Ryane goes to help them and the fatter one says, "you guys should really have an adult section." So Ryane just kind of looks at her like she is a perverted lesbian but then the lady clarifies. She says, "because you guys have so many offensive movies in here, I would never let my kid come into this store." Okay, first of all, you're retarded. Secondly, if the lady that is with you hasn't slapped you yet, she is more retarded than you are. So because an 'adult' section means to Ryane and to every other normal human being a 'porn' section. Knowing this Ryane says, "We only have movies that are rated 'R' and under." Then the lady says, "this store is disgusting and you guys have so many offensive movies they really should be taken off the shelves. So just letting you know that we took a lot of offensive movies and moved them and turned them backwards so people can't see the covers, because it's just not appropriate." At this point Ryane just looks at me, she is fuming, but because she is having to deal with them I am kinda laughing at her because these people are RIDICULOUS. Then the lady goes and grabs a movie off the new release wall and brings it up to Ryane. There is a picture of a zombie on the back, she points to said zombie and says, "see this? This would give my kid nightmares. That's why i will never bring him in this store." So then Ryane in complete disbelief says, "why would your kid look at the back of that movie?" I almost died laughing. Then the ladies ask for our corporate number because they are going to call them. But first they say that they are going to go around our store and write down all the covers that offend them. Then they are going to call our corporate office and say that they will not be coming back into our store until they are changed. And they did. They walked around our store for twenty minutes writing down movies. If these two ladies had balls, I would kick them square in them. There are so many things wrong with their logic it's not even funny. Well, it was a little bit, but do they really think that Hollywood video has any say on what goes on the cover of movies. C'mon retards. And secondly, the world doesn't revolve around you and nobody cares about your petty little complaint. Nobody. As they were leaving they said that we should be ashamed for working in such a store that obviously has no morals. Then came one of my favorite lines that I have ever said (even though it's retardedly blasphemous.) Ryane said, "Why do they think they are so superior to everybody else? Do they honestly believe they are perfect?" And I responded, "Don't worry about it, they're just drunk on Jesus."
Friday, March 27, 2009
K-C-C-Karma
Now, I need to explain a little back story. My sister Keshia was going to Idaho a few weeks prior to this incident, when she had a bit of car trouble with her little red car. If you want to read her explanation for it, click here. And, before that, when driving up to Cedar City, she went off the road when a semi changed lanes at her. So, after Justin backed into the truck that fateful day, we were joking around about Keshia's Crappy Car Karma. Everytime she goes anywhere, something bad happens.
So, why would Justin and I agree to go to St. George with her on Wednesday? I'm not sure. But we did. And, about a mile from the Toquerville exit, K-C-C-Karma struck again. It was quite windy, so when she swerved a little, I thought it was that. But then the car was feeling really weird and she was like, "something's wrong, something's wrong...should I pull over?" We pulled over to find the back left tire completely shredded. I'm talking SHREDDED. So, we're trying to find the jack, which we can't, so we're waiting for someone to please please pull over and help us, which someone eventually did. Two nice men who showed us how to use the strange looking jack that we did, in fact, have the whole time. We got back on the road, made it to St. George and back again without further incident, but Justin and I promptly told Keshia we would never go anywhere with her ever again. To which she replied that she might not go anywhere ever again anyway. :) It's okay, it's always an adventure. :)
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Flight of the freaking Conchords
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Video kick
-Justined again!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Ben Folds
Jesse's Favorite Songs
O Captain! My Captain!
Walt Whitman
1.
O Captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring,
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
2.
O Captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
3.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Serenity
Sunday, March 22, 2009
One of my itunes videos
I enjoy this video so much that I had to share it with everybody that doesn't care. This song is called "Let it Be" by The Beatles. I am sure everybody has heard this song but it is just fantastic to watch a video of it. I watch our beatles videos on my itunes every now and again and this one always takes my breath away. This song touches my heart more deeply than almost any other song ever has. This song is certainly one of the most beautiful songs ever written and really puts on display the talent of Paul McCartney. It astounds me how amazing of a bass player, guitar player, and piano player he is. And how awesome does he look with that hair and that beard? I mean c'mon! I love their music. There was nothing like it back then, and after all of the evolution of music, there is still nothing like their music. They rock my socks off everyday. I get the chills everytime I hear him hit that high note. Watch the video, you'll see.
-Justin yo
Thursday, March 19, 2009
B-Y-Poo
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Dang Church Functions
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
My Doctor the Molestor
The following is a blog about my privates.
All the way back in October Jesse and I were watching tv when I noticed that my manhood (more specifically, my little men...hood) was hurting. It was very sudden and very painful. It hurt to sit down, stand up, or walk around. Since they were talking about testicular cancer on tv I thought maybe I was having paranoid pains. So I let it slide for a few days. It continued to hurt quite badly so I called my folks. They told me to go see the doctor. So I did.
The first lady (not The first lady, but the first nurse lady) came in and asked me the stupid questions and took my blood pressure and all that jazz. Then she left and I sat there forever waiting for the doctor to come in. He finally arrives and asks me the same exact questions that the other lady just asked me and then he asks me to "drop my shorts." His words, not mine. Then he sits on his little stool, eye level with my junk. Why must they sit eye level. I would much rather they stand up. Seriously, I could feel him breathing on it. It was very uncomfortable. So he sits there and stares at it for what feels like an eternity. I had this thought of smacking him between the eyes with it. Decided this was a bad idea, and continued to stand there awkwardly. Then all of a sudden, completely out of nowhere, he just back hands it right out of the way, like he was playing teather ball or something. And it hurt. I went there because I already had a pain in my wiener not because I wanted to have pain in it. I could get that at any playground for free. Then, naturally, it falls back to where it started. He grabbed it, quite fiercely I might add, and pins it against my right leg. Then he has to check the other side so he pins against the other leg. Then I am pretty sure that he started slapping my stomach with it. Seriously, the dude was just flipping it around like taffy. Then after he is done playing around he told me that I had epiditimits which is pretty much nothing. It's an inflammation of something inside of my supporting cast. Then he charged me 80 bucks. 80 bucks to feel me up. I also could have got that at the park for free. He then told me that I couldn't get a vasectomy in the future either. Darn, I was really looking forward to that part of my life. I felt violated. Still kinda do.
Thank you Kurt
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Jesse's Seinfeldisms
The Soft-handshaker: Someone who doesn't stiffen their hand when giving a handshake. Their hand feels soft and limp, feels like shaking dead meat.
...most likely, there will be more to come in the future... In the meantime, everyone should share their own "Seinfeldisms"







