pardsy...pards...pardso...

i hate these words...

i get a call from a banker (hate banks, bankers, anything banky) and all of the sudden im in a 4 man golf scramble....for some dumb stupid charity that probably embezzles all the money anyway...you arrive not knowing whos in your group...

some douschbag sees you coming to his cart...stands up...extends his hand out to you and yells..."hey there pardsy!...we are pards!"

shut up you dork...!

every shot...come on pardso!....pick us up (the fuggen guy shanks everything ob and expects you to pick up the team...) he sucks...you dont...but you have to play with this guy for 18 long ass holes...hes the guy you dont want to be around...but you have to...cuz youre pardsy's...see

i know its winter here in the lou...and no i do not have a golf scramble coming up anytime soon....i was just thinking about a partner i have in a property development....thought about the fuggen bank that is bending me over and inserting their big ole fDIC up my ass...and my pardso...pardsy...pards who left me out to hang while he goes the ez route....BK...bancrupcy....ahhhhh the american way....just run the fugg away and leave a trail of fuggen tears behind you....as a society, we go way out of our way to make it ez for the criminals, the crooks...the guys that run and hide behind the fine print...its ez for them...they had nothing in the first place....they play you and you get fuggen played...

well pardso..ill pick up our team....with my fuggen life savings...thanks douschebag!

next time i hear pardsy, pards, partner, pardso...anything like that...im calling my attorney...because ill need to representation...

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i picked the jets and they won...

i picked the whodats and they lost...

for the record....i suck at ...prognosticating....picking winners...choosing stocks...gambling...picking bidness partners....picking banks to do bidness with....anything having to do with return on investment...

base camp for under performing...

i hate banks!!! fuggemall

you son of a...oh...hey bro...whats up brutha !?

im at a stop light ...in big d (tundra crew max)...i was in the left turn lane...mindin my own bidness...suddenly...this sob (from the street im turning onto) turns left right in front of me...i mean he cut his turn way short...i was ready to fuggen go off with verbal and gesticular (not a word...but cool use of a cool word) mayhem when all of a sudden i realized how special this sob was...he and i share probably the most special of all things in life....he too drives a toyota tundra crew max...altho not nearly as cool as big d, his truck was the same make and year, but lacked in many ways....so saundoggy morphed from irate mode to instant "nod of approval" mode...i looked at this stranger, who just about took off my front side, and nodded his way...and this fugger nodded back...as to say "hey...youre cool." ...he most likely realized that big d was superior tho, that had to hurt him a little...

wtf just happened????...just because this sob is driving the same rig as im driving, EVERYTHING is cool...this guy could have just beat his wife and kids....this sob couldve just robbed a bank (which is cool by me ...i hate banks...fuggen pussies)....he couldve been the nastiest, worst, smelliest, ugliest human on this planet....BUT...hes behind the wheel of my trucks make and model....i can hear the pretty birds chirping....i can see the wind blown grass in the meadow nearby...the deer are frolicking....the brook is babbling (wtf does that mean anyway?) the universe ...life...everything is all good!

it struck me as a very odd, yet probably a popular and common reaction...i likened it to "fandom"...i do the same thing whenever i see a complete stranger wearing the "silver and black"....the shield of the greatest team in all of sports history...the Oakland Raiders! i treat my fellow raider fans like family....they have to be cool because they are fans of MY team....the Raiders belong to me...i own them...thats how i feel...conversation goes something like this:

you nod because hes wearing my colors...

Me: "raider fan eh?"

fellow: "ya"

Me: "cool"

fellow: "cool"

Me: "we suck again!"

fellow: "ya"

Me: "well... see ya"

fellow: "ya"

all is good...and thats that....thats the way of things when you share the crew max/raider type BONDS!

ownin property sucks bag

im tellin ya...this am starts out with my insurance guy calling me to discuss the slip n fall that occurred last year at one of the strips....seems like they are trying to pin it down a little and subrogate (basically go after someone who they think might share the blame) wtf? the lady tripped and instead of getting up off her ass...as quick as possible....she files a claim against me..

what do you do when you trip? first thing i do is get the fugg up quick as possible..then...split second later..and i mean nanoseconds....you look around and see if someone else saw you slip...youre lucky if no one witnessed....if someone did see u....you fuggen high tail it out o there...and quick...

fugg that ..nowadays...everyone is looking for the bbd...bigger and better deal...you know...youre at a party and youre talking to some dude you know and the fugger keeps looking over your shoulder ...for???...you guessed it...the BBD ...made famous by scotty palmer of HARDBODIES movie fame (1984) ...funny flick...(she or he doesnt want to talk to you ...youre not going to fill her/his pocketbook up with cash) ...so we deal...i guess thats why you have insurance...

scotty palmer...teacher of the BBD

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later today....after getting three receding gum areas filled ...(shit that hurt!!!...im just now starting to feel my lips and mouth again..6 hours later!....for my new dentist is very liberal with her injection doses....who enjoys being stuck with a needle and drilled? i guess a horny heroine addict would.. )...i had to check on a tenant...(chinese restaurant) ....see this tenant claims to be in the dumps bidness wise...always bitching about bidness...so i go in and investigate....this place is a dump...i hear that they are using one of the restrooms as a child care center for their kids...i see a sign on that restroom door..."out of order...use other room..." at least thats what i think it read...i didnt open that door...i was kinda scared..what if they were housing prostitutes...making drugs...running weapons...so i just let it be and assume they are using the room to raise the kids....

all day ive been dealing with attorneys...banks...tenants...nothing good goin on out there...no new business...no sales...just racking up fees for dentists, victims, lawyers, and insurance people...and hoping i didnt disrupt any gang activity...grandtheft auto chinatown er watever