I don't think you're happy enough! That's right! I'll teach you to be happy! I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs! Now, boys and girls, let's try it again
Have you ever been slapped about the face repeatedly for an entire month? This has been this kind of month. Work sucks at the moment, housing situation is driving BD2 crazy, and punk ass New Jersey is a polluted wasteland...I can't take this shit!
To top it all off I ordered up a Caps cap and guess what the chicken fuckers sent me instead. A fucking powder blue Shittsburg Peguins t-shirt. (head tipped downward shaking side-to-side)
PS - I know I have a lot of posts to read up on but I somehow was able to get through the gay clone firewall at work and slap in this post.
To all my real live Jackals....BallDEEP be having problems...
Before this gets too far along, BMR has to set the record straight. I don't have a written statement, but I'd like to recount, for the Den's good and conscious consideration, an exchange I had some weeks back with our boy, one University of Maryland College Park Terrapin Alumnus, Voicemail. I was attending a Wild Card Playoff game/bluegrass-inspired hoot-en-anny, erstwhile, the Terps were suiting up for a wee bit of the heave ho on the hardcourt for their first in-conference matchup with FSU's 'Noles. BMR was fixin' to see how his boys would fare, not an alumnus at all, but a true Maryland sports fan - Ravens/O's/Terps/Caps/eh hem, Wizards, but consistent as a mawlfucker. My question was posed to our good lad, VM, "Are we gonna throw this Terps game on?" BMR inquired. "They suck yo,"(or something akin) was VM's retort. At some point thereafter dude ran on about some character from Georgetown and 'did I see that game last week?' of course to which your real live jackal BMR exhaled with a "pffft", as in 'fuck yo' shit' or 'Georgetown, I hate yo' sorry ass'. We caught bits and pieces, but a majority of the second half didn't make it to the screen. BMR was on an island. VM, is this to say you've worked so long at your [undisclosed employer] and fogotten what it's like to be here?
Georgetown isn't doing shit. Rock the red, yo.
Bad day at work? Man got you down? Got a case of the tuesdays?
Leave early + glenmrangie + ice + sister picking you up + second row seats to terps = problem solved
There has been a great disturbance in the jackal force. BD2 is MIA behind clone lines. Is it possible the jackal gods were upset he attempted to erect an adjacent temple of jackaldom, known as the 'Straight Outta Plompton' blog, and struck him from the blogosphere entirely? Surely Mrs. BD2 will follow Mrs. SS lead and purchase a web-browsing-enabled cell phone. I miss you, BD2. I miss your musk.
So on this the day after Gary coached his 1000th game I bring back an old folk tune for the old BBall coach. If I was a girl I most certainly would be his ho. I tailgated. What of it? Jackals should be here. Ticket was available. Year of the clone continues....
SS
Can you imagine getting your news from this? Hey, there was an earthquake. Your football team lost. The world is essentially fucked. Somehow, it's all a bit easier to take on those glossy lips. Sorry these are all from her at work, google her name and you'll see more, if you pickin' up what I'm layin' down. Female celebrities, there's always someone with you at the topless beach!
This bill, which has gone through five Congressional committees and been passed by both chambers, is a single vote from the finish line. Literally - this thing could be done tomorrow, chalked up as a success, and out of the headlines a week from now.This is the major policy goal that progressives have been seeking for something like 100 years (there was a major health care reform effort in the 1930s!). It will cover 30 million sick and poor Americans, save all of us from fear of losing coverage due to loss of job or rescission, and begin the much-needed reforms of the delivery system (e.g. doctor & pharmaceutical reimbursement) needed to save this country from eventually being 
bankrupted by health care costs. And it will do all of this while reducing the deficit.
My married jackals, how did you know you wouldn't go totally insane listening to your wife talk to her friends, on occasion, but nevertheless for the rest of your life? When I hear fake ass bitches bullshit each other until they're blue in the face, it makes me want to post on Straight Outta Plompton: The Blog. Seriously, this is what I hear from the cube next door, while the drinkable yogurt I had for breakfast continues to make me fart:
I'd like to introduce a new segment called "Fuck this shit". Basically exactly the same sentiments expressed in the GCOTD except it relates to a place or thing versus a person. 
It is argued that drug consumption, most commonly alcohol drinking, can be a technology to give up some control over one’s actions and words. It can be employed by trustworthy players to reveal their type. Similarly alcohol can function as a “social lubricant” and faciliate type revelation in conversations. It is shown that both separating and pooling equilibria can exist; as opposed to the classic results in the literature, a pooling equilibrium is still informative. Drugs which allow a gradual loss of control by appropriate doses and for which moderate consumption is not addictive are particularly suitable because the consumption can be easily observed and reciprocated and is unlikely to occur out of the social context. There is a trade-off between the efficiency gains due to the signaling effect and the loss of productivity associated with intoxication. Long run evolutionary equilibria of the type distribution are considered. If coordination on an exclusive technology is efficient, social norms or laws can raise efficiency by legalizing only one drug.
So per my relatively limited understanding, it's (1) good for society that alcohol makes people more honest so they know who they're dealing with but (2) not so productive when everyone's drunk. And (1) often outweighs (2).
This chick's props are so long overdue, I almost feel bad throwing it down for her. Underworld really sucked, but it does have obscene blood in portions that made it pretty enjoyable. I never would have even considered wasting those two hours four times, if this blessed piece of awesome hadn't graced the screen. SS, keep your greasy flies on the ass-photo shoppin' paws of my main squeeze, aight? Happy Friday, Jackals. And to you, Ms. Beckinsale. Arf.
