drunk dial…drunk text…drunk blog…whatever Kris Allen Allison Iraheta

26 02 2009

Well, I wasn’t much interested in American Idol tonight, oddly enough. I was a little tipsy.

So, the Arkansas guy, the chick I mentioned in my last blog, and the punk guy made it.

The blonde sleeved girl is going to make it. Beyond American Idol. She will be good. Mark my words.

I can’t remember the punk guy’s name, but he made it too.

Condron





What the hell is going on? Nick Mitchell Allison Iraheta Nationality? Megan Joy Corkrey

25 02 2009

I’m sitting here right now watching American Idol. I think that Indian dude from last week was pretty good. MUCH better than what I’ve heard tonight so far. 

I just watched that Nick dude “sing”, or perform, or whatever the heck he did. That guy with the glasses, headband, and the same weird, sequined shirt every week. Granted, I was glued to it, just to see what he was going to do. He’s a great singer, but he’s weird. 

I think that dude that got through last week deserves to be the winner. You know Dave something…his wife died a couple of weeks before the first audition. Anyways….

I think everyone should vote for that Nick guy. It will be the biggest prank in the world if he wins. He won’t. 

…..and the 16 year old girl just blew the lights out, right after the Nick guy.

Nick Mitchell      Allison Iraheta





David Cook, Archaleto, and Davie Crocket. I’m not racist. I just wanted to be treated with respect.

29 05 2008

Alright…yes. I named this blog as such just to get views. It’s true. I try to cater to the readers. Or trick them into reading crap they don’t really care to read about.

Today, I drove SEVERAL hundred miles. I was tired by the time I got to the hotel.

I spent, really, very little time with my customers, and more time driving. Much more time driving.

I’m going to be totally translucent, here.

I got up this morning and took a shower. I used soap. I used a razor. I shaved my head. I shaved my nasty overgrown neck. I put on clean underwear. I brushed my teeth (I swear). I packed up my crap, and got on the road. The computer was in the passenger seat for a few miles of the way; simply because I have to check my stuff every once in awhile.

Well, I was riding down the road trying to whistle using my two forefingers, singing, and making any other noise I could imagine making. I blew air between a couple of my teeth, and breathed in at the same time (it’s not as difficult as it sounds), and my breath stunk. It stank. I smelled it. I did the cupped hand thing over the mouth and couldn’t smell anything. But when I blew through my front teeth, it smelled like bad breath.

I went to the local Target store for teeth cleaning supplies. Here’s where this little blog might get a little controversial: I’m not sure I saw a white person working at the Target store. That’s not really the controversial part. Every single one of the employees at the Target store was snotty to me. Is it because I’m white? I noticed that the vast majority of the shoppers were white. The vast majority of the employees were dark. I wonder if they treat every white colored person the way they treated me. I asked a nice young Target woman, in the most polite way I knew how, “Where are the sunglasses?” (I don’t wear expensive sunglasses, because I lose them). She pointed diagonally across the store, looked back down to what she was doing (folding a shirt) and said, “Just go straight and you’ll see them.”. Are you fucking kidding me? Go straight? Diagonally across the store? Ok. Fine. I could see where she was pointing. I found the sunglasses. I found a pair that didn’t really fit me that well. Cop sunglasses. That’s what they were, and that’s what I wanted. It’s just that they didn’t look that good on me. I’ll see what they look like when I’m in a suit or shorts and t-shirt; rather than khakis and a dress shirt.

I took my teeth cleaning supplies, gum, shaving cream, and sunglasses to the front to pay for them.

After I ran my card and the transaction went through, I said, “Thank you very much,”. Guess what she (the darker colored Target employee) said. “Uh huh,” she said. I shit you not. I said “thank you”, and she said “uh huh”. I don’t care if you’re white or black. That’s fucking rude. The bitch.

I love you, but I’ve been drinking. I have so much more in my brain to type, but can no longer continue. I’m sorry about the short blogging.

-Beans™








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