The Blackangel

Jon Bon Jovi is an amazing man. In every aspect, his goal has always been to make a difference in a positive way. And convincing a woman not to end her life just proves it and seals his legacy.

Hell It’s that simple. Without music, life would be a living Hell. Pure nightmare.

It’s a pathetic excuse. If someone is that bigoted, they’re never going to find anyone who would want to marry them. Unless they’re as stupid and bigoted as the first asshole.

The sad thing is that some people are obsessed with a celebrity. They take everything the celeb says as gospel. The celeb could tell their fans to go out and murder as much of a demographic as they could find. And the idiots would do it. All to please their golden calf. I personally agree with her. I’m not a fan of her in any way, but we agree politically. Adolf has been tanking his entire campaign. It’s almost as if he WANTS to lose the election. Harris and Walz are rocking it. There’s no doubt in my mind that they will win. But I’m worried about what comes next. Adolf talked his cult into committing a domestic terrorist attack when he lost in 2020. So I’m worried that he will talk them into attacking the White House and then making himself as bad if not worse than Kim jong Un. He’s already shown that he’s a fan of Kimmy. He alienated transgender people. He signed a bill that removed their humanity by declaring them all “unperson”. So since their no longer people, you could kill someone who is transgender and you would only have to pay a fine for a weapons charge. I honestly hope the piece of shit dies soon.

So where’s the monkeys? How about a capuchin? They’re cute and playful! I want one, but I’m not in a place where I could take proper care of it.

If you have the money or can get a loan from the bank, you could try Bosley. But like I said, it’s really expensive.

When I was in my early 20's (I'm 42 now) I worked at a Pizza Hut in a relatively small town. There was another girl there that was so overchristianized it was stomach churning. I am Satanic (NOT A DEVIL WORSHIPER. BIG DIFFERENCE). The moment she heard the word "Satanic" she went nuts. Every time we worked together she harassed me nonstop through my entire shift about religion. It finally got to the point that I filed a formal complaint with the manager about her harassment, but that went nowhere. So she then upped her intolerance. She started demanding that I go to church with her. I tried to throw her off by telling her she had to go to a black mass with me first and receive a Satanic baptism. She lost her shit on that. There was no black mass that I would take her to, I just wanted to shut her up. That didn't work. Finally since the managers refused to do anything about the harassment, I made a deal with her. That if I went with her ONE time, that she would never speak to me again, unless it was work related. She would never speak of religion again, and leave me alone. She agreed. Here’s where it gets interesting. She picked me up bright and early on a Sunday. She drove to her church, and we both got out. As soon as she went in, I walked over to a friends house. The next time she saw me at work she. Was. PISSED. She went off on me, saying I lied to her about going to church. I told her that I never lied. She reiterated that I did. I looked her in the eye, and said “You wanted me to go to church. You picked me up and drove me there. I got out of the car and left. You never specified a specific activity or length of time. I held up my end of the bargain. So unless you want to be outed as a two faced liar you will leave me the hell alone." She was so pissed off she was red in the face. But she knew she couldn't argue what I said, because she knew I was right. She never bothered me again. I was known as an evil genius from then on in that town, that you had to be VERY specific with. I still have that reputation to this day.

Renaissance art is my favorite. The artists were true talent. No one since da Vinci and Michaelangelo has had a true talent. The Sistine Chapel and the Mona Lisa should be enough to tell you that.

Female pattern baldness is a real thing. It’s extremely common. While we don’t usually get a receding hairline, we do get bald patches and drastically thinning hair. I’m actually dealing with it right now. I’ve gone to Bosley hair restoration. They think that about 200 grafts would do the job. The problem is that it’s $14,000. So, for the moment, I’m completely screwed.

I will be called just about everything negative, but the 1969 moon landing is pure bullshit. For one thing, we didn’t have the technology to make the trip. Second, America was more concerned with beating Russia in the space race, and landing on the moon would do the trick. And lastly there are too many things that say it didn’t happen. For example, take the original footage. NASA indicated that they recorded over it to reuse the tape. You’re telling me that they had the money and resources to put a man on the moon, but not enough for a second fucking tape? I’ve got dozens more examples. And to anyone who wants to tell me that it was real because they watched it live: I watched wrestling live, both on TV and in person. That doesn’t make it any less fake.

Without the slightest bit of doubt I can 100% say Edgar Allen Poe. Second place is firmly William Shakespeare.

Pure bullshit. The only ones who say that stupid shit weren’t bullied in school, to an extent that it literally became torture. I can’t even count how many times I tried to kill myself when I was in school. And no on. Fucking. Cared.

I already have the car. It’s a 1987 Chevy Camaro Iroc-Z with T tops. I dreamed about it for 35 years. I finally got her a few years ago. Her name is Dream.

Silent letters drive me nuts. What is the actual purpose for them? And a word already mentioned, is colonel. Also, I speak American. The roots of American are in England, but that is about all American English and British English have in common. Slang in both places have no correlation between the two countries. Who here knows what “neden” is or what it means to call someone “ninja”? And how many slang words for “penis” do you know? There has to be THOUSANDS of words. Also, “fag” here is a slur against gay men. But I know it (did? does?) mean cigarette across the pond. Back in the 60’s fag meant cigarette here as well. The English language is royally fucked up from every angle. And no 2 English speaking countries speak the same English.

Stay as far away as possible. They’re not worth it. When the entire staff and security team don’t give a shit about sexual assault, it’s not an industry that deserves a single penny from anyone.

If it has, or had, a pulse I don’t and won’t trust it. Trust is an invitation to being abused. I won’t even consider trusting. It’s something that I absolutely will not do, and never will.

I’ve worked in several. Pizza Hut 5 times, Sonic once, and a local roadside restaurant where I grew up. Everyone called it The Junction.

I have an instant and explosive temper. No fuse, just instant explosion. Just ask @Rain Dew

I’m a good cook, but I absolutely hate doing it.

Steamed broccoli isn’t bad. Granted, it’s not my favorite vegetable, but I don’t avoid it like the plague either.

I grew up riding horses. I was also a bull rider as a teenager. As for exotic animals I have ridden a lot of elephants, and a few camels. There’s something else I’ve ridden, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was.

For me it was both pickles and meatloaf. I don’t know what changed in me, but it changed in the same way. I woke up one day and just really wanted a pickle. The same with the meatloaf. I woke up one day and just really wanted meatloaf. Completely out of nowhere I suddenly wanted them. I don’t understand it, I just accept it. And for anyone wondering, Claussen are the best pickles ever!

About a week and a half. Maybe 2 weeks. We’re still in the process of unpacking all of our shit. The previous house we lived in for nine years. Living in town took a severe toll on my physical and mental health. I lived on a small stock farm when I was a kid. As a result, living in town is like bathing in hydrochloric acid. The unpacking is a bitch, but being out of town now is worth it. But either way, I fucking hate moving.

Did you seriously just ask this? NOTHING BEATS HOME MADE!!!!