stoned. good, i have 5 1/2 week old pit bulls going absolutely crazy. it would seem the single most important thing to them is having fun, and fun they have. They are little shit heads that lunge on your feet and dig their tiny little teeth into them. They are also very accomplished escape artist, i said to my girlfriend last week “ah, the puppies got out!” and she replied “you mean the escapee’s?”. they are however the cutest fucking things I have ever seen, its ridiculous how adorable they are, even when they are acting like lunatics, they are cute as shit. they have an attitude as if they are in charge, and pounce forwards in an effort to intimidate you. Its all playing and having fun with them, and they have it exactly right, If there is anything a pit bull knows how to do other than make headlines for being savage animals, its having fun, as any pit bull owner can tell you.
The puppies can be quite the task to keep happy, even though they only want 1 of 3 things. all they want is food, clean papers, or to play, that is all they ever want, and they are happy. The only one of those that really takes anytime is the playing, as they need to run around to exert all that pit bull energy, and you don’t even have to play with them, just give them a big open space with some clean rags or something chew and pull on, and they will hop around crazily all by themselves. It is at that time that i recommend recording it, because it really is humorous to watch them play with one another. Also, if they have clean papers, food, and have played, they may want to go out to go to the bathroom. My last litter i had crying to go out to pee at like 3 weeks old, it was actually fantastic and helped keep their pen a lot cleaner. They are smart dogs young, and they do not like to roll around in their own shit.
They escaped a few nights ago while we were sleeping, and i do not know how long they were out for, but judging by the amount of fecal matter throughout the house, i estimate it was about 4 days. They knocked the phone off the hook, which led to my boss not being able to reach me, so i woke up to my girlfriend snatching up puppies, and telling me my boss was waiting in the driveway. It was a huge blur, but as i hurried through the house i got quick glimpses of the madness that took place. I put up a video of them crying to reek havoc throughout the house here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CYxiRkfVhw. I know they seem innocent, but they are really little monsters, not by any harmful means, if you watch them, you will see that when they destroy things, they are having the most fun ever. If your pit bull does not have enough oppurtunities to release its energy, they will chew up the things in your house. If you properly exercise your dog, it will have no reason to chew up your shoe, or pillows. I have a dog that used to go after the things i used all the time, including a down comforter, in which i came home to the rotating fan blowing feathers everywhere, and feathers stuck all over the dogs lips, and she did that while she was in a kennel, which was apparently too close to my bed to keep everything safe.
First order of business- Racism. I am a 28 year old white male, when i was a kid, racism really mostly involved white’s hating on every other color out there. That would not hold true though, as for quite a few years now racism is more evident in the blacks and Hispanics, towards the ones that taught them what true discrimination was really about. True there is no form of extreme hatred organizations towards the whites like the ku klux klan, but the hatred that is felt towards the white man is hard to ignore. I understand what our white ancestors did, but i also understand that I personally did not do any of that, to anyone. I have not enslaved anyone, I have not made you sit in the back of a bus, or told anyone to drink out of a separate water fountain than me. I have respected those who respected me, so why have i come across so many people of different races that have treated me with less respect than the people of their race? I’ve fucking been there, right up in the belly of the beast, and they looked at me like i was a 300 lb. man wearing a speedo. I was a forklift operator for Goya foods, they have locations all over the U.S. and produce a fairly large amount of rice, beans, and Hispanic foods. My boss was Hispanic, along with 70-80% of my co-workers, and the racism, and discrimination I received still has my head spinning 7 months later. After working at this place for 8 months, I maintained a rather insignificant status at the company, and watched Hispanics receive promotions after just 2 fucking weeks of being employed. I ended up getting fired for verbally expressing my feelings about what was happening around me, you had to be fucking blind not to see it, and even though i put out double the work than anyone around me, i was absolutely nothing to them. Now the moment someone came in, and had trouble speaking English, they were my new boss, even though they did not know how the place ran, and were unable to communicate with us. I tried to resolve the situation by discussing it with human resources, They were seeming sympathetic, but I could tell it was because they were good at their jobs, and were going to do their best to bury the situation. I wrote them a letter telling them that i will have the last laugh in this situation, but unfortunately they are quite confident in the ability of protecting their asses. Which by all means is alright with me, however Goya will remember me for quite some time, and i feel that my experience there was truly for the best. Although there is something very strange about the place, like why there is such a large amount of hispanics that are unable to speak English, working in town that is 98% white? And why did my boss appear to be on a different drug on a daily basis? Why were the people that did the least amount of work promoted the quickest?? Why in a drug free work place, were my co-workers drug addicts, and gang members?? What the fuck is going on at Goya? I spent quite a bit of time there observing all that was to be noted at that place, and I am very uncertain of the true goal at hand at that place. I truly worked hard there, as i do at any job i work. My references will ensure that if it can be done, i will do it at a rate that is rarely seen in this day of age, and yet i got fired being told that i stopped production because i talked to much. The actual fact is i was responsible for getting people to actually do their work so i could go the fuck home. So whats left now? I have a few things in mind, but only sweet precious time will tell. Racism is fucking bullshit, and for people that are suppose to be fighting against it, to be so blatantly racist towards the people they want respect from, is just complete idiocy, it’s like selling diet pills with a free fucking pizza. If you really want to fight racism, YOU CAN NOT BE RACIST!!!!!! I for one will be fighting racism by avoiding Goya products, and advising all to do the same. That is where true racism is manifesting, and I could never support an organization responsible for promoting everything that is wrong in the world today. If you have a similar story of racism in the world today, i would love to hear it, maybe even use it (with full credit) as an example in future racism related projects please email me at email@example.com. In closing i leave you this- Racism, it’s just fucking stupid.
I am as some may notice a Conan O’Brien fan, I have been since i was in high school, and after sifting through the whole mess at hand, i decided to write to the executives at NBC. Regardless if you agree with my feelings on this or not, i recommend you do the same if you care about whats going on here. It was some good fun, here it is.
I do not normally do this, but after reading Conan Brien’s “letter to earth”, I feel it is necessary to respond to those at the head of the table here. Conan is to put it simply, a gem in a bag full of fecal matter. There is a reason that he has sat behind that desk, and in front of those camera’s for over 16 years, and your problems stem from modern society evolving, along with some very foolish decisions on your networks part. This is not from one of the best late night host in the history of late night host taking over the tonight show. From what i dug up, this is all because you were greedy pigs, and did not want Leno to go to a rival network, and steal any ratings. So what you did was put leno on at 10 p.m. and moved the local news to 11 p.m.???? I could of told you what was going to happen, people continued to watch the news at 10 p.m. on other networks, and had little reason to watch it again at 11 p.m. even if they do prefer your news program. I do not watch the news regularly, but i know millions of people do, and those millions of people have had a routine ever since they could remember, they watch the news at 10 p.m. and then fall asleep, because they woke up early and worked hard that day. Now this I believe is a major contributor to your ratings, whether you want to believe it or not. People fall asleep during or shortly after the 10 p.m. news, therefore leaving the television on during late night programing. Putting your news on an hour after everyone else, in a time that people are working very hard, for very little, and have less time for viewing t.v. is like trying to serve people a double cheeseburger for dessert, they have already eaten, dick. So now you want to return the news to 10 p.m. (excellent idea by the way) but you want to keep Leno’s hour show, and at the expense of your viewers, and O’Brien’s feelings. If Leno is that important to you, then put him on a different time slot, one that is, well….. open? If you need him so badly, and could just not live with his audience going elsewhere, put him on at 9 p.m., hell put him on at 9 a.m. but get your act together, and quit screwing around. Sometimes you have to just let people go, you have to move forward, and keep on keeping on, and not clutch to a corpse that just rots more by the day. Conan has earned his place, Leno earned his place, and then stepped down, but is now shoveing the people in front of him in a rage of selfishness. Reading Conan’s letter really impressed me, and after watching him for so many years, and thinking i had a slight idea of what he was really like, he has proven to be a bigger man than i could of ever imagined. Show business is a bitch, but this guy is a true example of self respect, in a world full of thieves and liers. So what happens now? Conan does not find himself wandering the streets looking for a job, Conan could have done a lot of other things, he had a goal at hand that even andy richter couldnt see out fully through. He left to go do 27 movies and over 30 different television shows, What??!! Do you know what Conan would of done in that time?? But he stayed loyal, and kept his part of the deal, HE KEPT HIS PART OF THE DEAL!!! You did not, you twisted around the whole programing schedule, and then said “whoa, people dont like it, lets fuck it up some more!!!” I apologize for my foul language, but it is the best way to most accurately express my feelings torwards this whole mess. If you want to make things right, just let leno go, put things back the way they were, and admit you guys got a little silly there for a minute. By the way, SNL is terrible these days too, and from what i hear Charlie Murphy is interested in being in the cast. He was a huge contributor to the Chappelle show, and you see how well that show did, or maybe you did not, and that’s part of the reason why SNL is doing as well as it is. In closing, great job in fucking everything up, count one less viewer here.
Here’s an interesting situation, that happened on a seemingly normal Thursday night. My friend, we’ll call him “Jake”, has been working a lot lately and i have not seen him in about a week. So he had off and wanted to drink some beers, I said “OK lets do it” , and so we did just that with a few other friends of ours. Things were going just swell, and it got to be about 30 minutes before the store closed, and we realized that more beer was in order. Jake decided he would go get more beer, the store is about a 10 minute walk away from my house, but its January in western new york, and is what i consider depressingly cold outside. So naturally he drove down there, he went in, purchased an 18 pack of bottles, walked out of the store, walked right by his car, and carried the fairly large case of beer all the way to my house through a foot and a half of snow, and 20 degree weather. At no time realizing that he didn’t have to carry it to my house because he drove down there. Well we did not know for about 45 minutes, until someone went out into the driveway to meet someone, and noticed that the car wasn’t there. My girlfriends brother asked Jake if he left the car at the store, and he responded “no!”, but said it as if there was no way he could of done something like that. So when they asked him where it was, he said “fuck, i must of left it at the store.” This i found to be beyond funny, i just couldnt figure out how it had happened with the level of shitty it was outside, this was no warm summer night, and he carried a case of beer up a huge hill that my house sits atop. How do you walk right by your car, and carry on as if all is fine?? The situation alone is enough to seriously question my friends state of well being, but in a tale of amazing occurrences, the guy fucking did it again an hour later. He decided to go to the pizzeria for some food, drove down there, parked directly in front of the door, bought his food, walked out the door, passed his car, and then carried his food all the way to my house. The first thing they asked him when he came in was if he forgot the car again, i walked by them, and laughed thinking there was no way it happened again, until someone rushed over to me to tell me that he did in fact do it again. They decided to go get the car this time, while i giggled and tried to pry Jake’s mind a little bit to find out what the hell was going on here, but he said very little, as he shoved food into his mouth. When they got back with the car they informed me that he had parked directly in front of the door to the place, and he had to see it as he walked right by it. At that point I scanned the place quickly, but found Jake nowhere to be found. I talked to him last night when he was here and apparently he decided to eat some pills that i like to call “mind erasers”, which more than explains his actions, I’ve seen it before, when you mix those things with alcohol, you can drink like a fish on them, and not realize how fucked up you actually are. Of course you’ll never really know either, because unless someone tells you about your behavior, it is forever lost. So in closing, thank you Jake for an unbelievable laugh, i really needed that one.
I was with a few friends yesterday and stumbled upon the movie “The Lovely Bones”, i had seen a preview for it a while back at the movies, and it seemed like a strange flick, but did not seem like my kind of movie, more of a love story chick flick, than a strange demented film of intrigue. In any event, I ended up watching it, because my girlfriends brother came over a few weeks ago, and said he had heard about it on “The View”, he’s 18 and seemingly heterosexual, so i expressed my concern of him watching “The View”, I guess he was in the waiting room of a hospital, and that is what was on for everyone’s viewing pleasure. “Enough!” i said, and checked out the trailer on you-tube. It was good, i mean i have seen worse movies, The guy turns out to be a real sicko, and it had enough strange visual effects to compliment my buzz.
Well apparently the movie will not be released until Jan. 15th, which took me as a complete surprise. Why? because the copy i watched was just so damn nice, as if it was a perfect dvd copy. A dvd copy usually does not get leaked until its almost time for it to be released as a dvd, typically a month or so before hand. So how did this happen? Well the studio prepared a copy to be considered for the Oscars, and pretty much gift wrapped it for the movie downloading community. Peter Jackson has discovered the leak, and spoke out against it, quite harshly in fact. What Peter Jackson doesn’t know, is that something like this will ultimately not influence the box office numbers for his movie. The torrent community actually makes up a very low percentage of internet users, and if the movie is good, it will only better spread the word of a must see movie. If the movie is shit, well im afraid you can not blame online movie downloading. That would be like shitting into an ice cream cone, and then getting mad when someone told everyone you were selling shit cones. Now if anything, in my situation, this has only helped peoples outlook on the a film they have yet to see. I would of never went to see this movie, Peter Jackson himself has stated that this movie was targeted towards tweens, and I will never be paying money to see anything that is targeted towards tweens, but since i have seen it, i am able to tell people that it is a pretty good flick that they will more than likely enjoy. I know my girlfriend liked it, and it wasn’t too bad watching a movie made more for my girlfriend, and not wanting to claw at my face. The Lovely Bones, I think the title is better suited for a porno, but it is ultimately worth checking out if your a fan of oscar nominating movies, because it will certainly get its fair share of votes. You can watch the movie from a number of streaming sites such as http://www.movie-forumz.org or you can download it through a torrent such as Vuze or utorrent.
I”m still new to all of this, and i have from time to time, had my difficulties with this site i chose to blog on. So after perusing a few of the smaller options, that I initially glanced over, i found this-
“There is no limit to the number of blogs you can have, so create to your heart’s content, but blog responsibly.”
There are a few thoughts that come to mind here, and responsibility was nothing that i really had planned on here. Writing is my escape from conformity, the place i can go to let loose, reflect, and see the world with more understanding eyes. That being said, it should be stated that my eyes regularly burn with indifference. I can cross the line, i stay behind it, or i can spit on it in disgust. The line is there as an option, its not a wall, or a laser death trap, it was drawn, and allows us options as to what to do with it. irresponsible
It should be fairly evident that i have crossed my fair share of lines regarding writing with responsibility, and the thing is, I am always going to. I am aware of my actions, and i am actually quite humored by them, not only that, but the people around me are humored by them as well. I am in certain words, a mess of a human being, and tend to do my most amusing work when i am inebriated beyond reasonable control. Take for instance this very moment, i am stoned to the point of great confusion, the weed is left over from Christmas, there’s not much of it left, but the buds are covered in so many crystals, they look like little Christmas villages. Anyways, when i get the itching to write, it is when i am all buzzed up, and completely prepared to break any rule set in front of me.
I am at the current moment, attempting to repair a slight amount of damage i created all liquored up, and not at all in my right mind. I used to upload links to a movie streaming site http://www.movie-forumz.org, a video streaming site that allows you to watch movies and television shows through various video host. I found links to video’s that people wanted, and then posted them on the site for them to watch. I mainly scanned through the request section and did what i could to find the older, and more obscure movies, that require a little bit more searching than recently released films that are uploaded by slews of the community.
Well I posted a few bad links because i neglected to properly screen them, they warned me, and i complied, and things were well until i ended up posting a link to a movie that was apparently on a “competitor” site. I was really unaware that it was a competitor site, it was new to me and appeared to be a file hosting site which was more than acceptable. Well it wasn’t, and they sent me a message informing me of my wrong doing, administering an “infraction” and threatening to ban me. I was already shit faced hammered when i received the message, so a quick response was absolutely necessary. I simply explained the situation as i did here, but i apparently threw in a few (a lot) curse words. And that seemed to completely overshadow the real case at hand here, because after that, a few more letters were exchanged, and they ended up banning me for life for swearing. In fact the message i received after attempting to log in read this:
Date the ban will be lifted: Never??? Was what i did really that bad?? I think where things really went wrong, is when i called them “movie nazi’s” and “douche bags” in an open forum. One member actually openly admitted he thought it was funny, but they all spoke out against him, so i got piss drunk, and sent completely foul ramblings. It was after that i was no longer welcome, and they told me that it was because it is a family site, and that kind of behavior is not acceptable. Now that is where i find this whole situation is no longer sensible. Am i to understand that illegal video streaming is a wholesome, family oriented activity? That the child’s parents who discover their child’s internet activity will be most concerned with my language in a forum that is unlikely to be viewed by any children? Are the children that are pirating movies such good mannered, religious and wholesome kids who are deeply offended by shit poor language? This is the part of the argument that you completely lose me. I think it was because i had the nerve to question them, and tell them they were doing a bad job at being reasonable people. I think i was so harsh, but so right, that i had to be eliminated before i could talk anymore, which i most certainly would of done.
So like i said earlier, i have made an attempt to repair this situation. I apologized for my behavior, and told them i was interested in making things right. They referred to this situation as me “going crazy”, which had i known what was going to happen in the end, that would have had more merit. I believe we are both to be blamed equally, both sides in this were trying to hog the covers, its just that they decided to not let me jump into bed anymore. So in the end, the lesson to be learned here is this, children are impressionable, and a huge part of illegal online entertainment. The next time your streaming a movie online, make sure to be aware of the family oriented environment you are in.
Ho Ho Hope you like to get high, Whether its just a little stoned, or ripped, trying to plan an escape in the event of a complete nuclear fallout, the weed is relief. No work today, its a fucking Wednesday, probably about 15 degree’s with a foot of snow outside, and i am quite the high lounger at the moment. Lets talk about taco’s though, and who would savagely destroy my ability to prepare my most sought out meal at the moment. I just dont get it, here’s the thing, I had a taco kit that has seasoning for a lb. of ground beef, a pack of taco sauce, and 12 taco shells, 1 lb. of beef required, and whatever else you enjoy topping off your taco’s with. Well it turns out that inside the box contained only 10 taco shells in an opened wrapper, nothing else. So where does one go from here?? How do you figure out what happened here. What the fuck was done with taco seasoning, a small packet of taco sauce, and 2 shells?? I was on roughly my 4th beer, a little high, and quickly scanned through several possible reasons for this, only to end up completely confused, enraged, sad, and stuck, all at the same time. It was far too many emotions to process at that given moment. Did someone sabotage my future attempt to eat taco’s in an act of hatred? Was there drunk, giggleing friends of mine all fucked up in the kitchen, and they decided to eat taco’s without any meat?? like what the fuck? Neither scenario seems logical, and I end up laughing, but at the same time I still want my taco’s. The meat was already cooking when it was discovered so we had to go with hamburger helper instead, although delicious, not the meal i had anticipated. And what the fuck is the lesson here?? Don’t leave your taco kit sitting in the cabinet if you actually want taco’s? Always have hamburger helper around? What the hell do i learn from this one? It’s just silliness, but ultimately the main focus of my day. Had i worked today, I most certainly would have informed my co-workers of my terrible taco misfortunes the night before, and they too would have had suggestion’s of possible reason’s behind my taco tragedy. The terrible taco tragedy of 2009, I will always think back to it when preparing taco’s, might just always hide the taco kit from now on too, and of all things, I have to hide the fucking taco kit?? Fuck you guys, whoever it was, I hope you fucking choke, dick. Happy new year!!!!!!
Well, it is Christmas, i had consumed a large amount of beer and aftershock last night, went to bed at around 4 or 5 i suppose, and was awoken by shrieking madness. some sort of misunderstanding as to whether or not i should be so comfortably sleeping at 9 fucking 30 in the morning. So hear i sit, stoned, drunk, extremely tired, sore from work, and a beer pong tournament i am hosting in a few short hours. i had received perhaps my favorite gift in quite some time today, which Jim Norton’s book “I Hate Your Guts”. I bought his first book “Happy Ending’s”, and had enjoyed it a lot, although I expected something a little more raw, being familiar with his material, i sort of expect it, but this book seems to be a little bit more of what i was looking for in the first one. regardless it should be an enjoyable read, much like “Too Fat to Fish” by Artie Lang. you very rarely go wrong reading a comedians publishing’s, or anything by the good doctor Hunter S. Thompson. i need to get better prepared for beer pong, which means i need to get more drunk. if i play sober, its over, for whatever reason, i throw my best balls when i am drunk, and not buzzed had 6 beers drunk, i mean fucked up no longer makes reasonable sense drunk. usually losing a game is just the thing to get me going, having to drink beers at a rate of 7 per hour gives me that little extra boost, and although i see the cups with very limited visibility, that is the condition in which i will nail cup after cup. when i first found out about beer pong, i absolutely loved it, thought it was the greatest game, i would play by myself when i got home from my second shift suck job. i would fill up all six cups with 2 beers, throw the ball into the cups and drink them as i made my shots. i would drink all of my cup before i shot, and would use little slashes on some paper to record shots taken and balls made. mainly because i would get so shit faced i couldn’t remember if i was actually playing good or not. every once in a while i would only use 1 beer because of the rate i was consuming it, and drinking at a high pace when there is nobody around, and absolutely no cause for celebration, is really something else, and strange, but every time i did it, i kind of felt as if i was cheating, so whether i was done playing or not, i would play another game using two beers. And the philosophy behind this was that you have to play the game while quickly consuming beer, so staying sober is nowhere and option here. so if you are going to practice, you very well can not do that by filling the cups full of water, it is a completely different game sober, so if i drank twice as much beer as when you actually play, then i would be much better when game times comes, because i would be use to throwing under the condition of completely inebriated. well it turns out, i got good at playing thrashed, and i still suck when im not that drunk. People hear about beer pong on Christmas, and they get excited. everyone does the whole family thing from morning until dinner, and by the time dinner is over, your ready to go get fucked up, and no exceptions here. There was a very good turn out for the Christmas beer pong tourney, and I was amazed to wake up with a clean house, and nothing destroyed, although i have not yet been out to the shed, where the beer pong table is. I would say the night went as planned, not one Christmas fight, although somebody did spill beer into my pipe. I never got a straight answer out of those fuckers either. After stumbling into the living room to retrieve it, i plugged the carb and blew through the mouth piece, only to have liquid spray all over me. I gave them the business, and they blamed it on freddy, instead of just telling me the dog did it. In any event, all is well, so seasons greetings, next up New Years.
It would seem right to do a small introduction here, after all, i couldn’t just unload a bunch of weird, and useless rambling on everyone without them even knowing where it is all coming from now, can I? The name is actually Frigger, its what those close to me have been calling me since early high school, and comes from my last name which is similar in spelling, but not pronunciation. There is certainly nothing good that can come out of this blog, i am certain of this, but yet i do it anyways. Its moments like this that really come to question my actual motives, but you can rest assured that i am stoned as hell. I am currently a floor installer (carpet, tile, linoleum etc.) for a very reputable painting company, and my previous work history includes roofing, forklift operator, landscaping, selling weed, grocery stock, H.V.A.C. installation, cigarette stamping, fireplace installation, shipping/receiving manager, painter, and maybe 10-15 other jobs that ultimately had no real influence on my memory at the moment. I am a 28 year old American male, who drinks, smokes, tokes, works hard for very little, swears above average, and takes very little seriously. Needless to say i end up in trouble for one reason or another on a regular basis. I get banned from websites that i actively participate in, and tend to strike a certain nerve in the ignorance that i frequently stumble into. I suppose a good way of describing my life would be a constant stumbling into random madness. I work hard, but I am fluidly sarcastic, and negligent of anyone’s feelings towards me, but im honest and upfront, have a strong core of friends, and am not trying to get anything i didn’t earn. I reside in good old western New York, where the winters are depressingly cold, and the summers seem to last only 2 months. I am a very passionate sabres and bills fan, although my football team inst worth a dick on a cantaloupe, my hockey team has the best goalie in the nhl right now, and they look like serious contenders for a good playoff push this year.
With all that being said, I am Frigger. Its hard to say what you are going to find here, the only certainty here is that if you are reading anything that i blog, i will have been stoned when i wrote it. Now this is going to lead to several different things, depending on my mood, amount of rest, and grade of grass i had been smoking. I have a few things that i want to accomplish with this, but whether or not i actually get any of it done, we’ll just have to see. Keep in mind that i am entirely new to all of this, i dont mind criticism, have it be constructive, or just plain mean, i will carry on my day the same, i am certain of this, but please always feel free to comment, or suggest anything that is on your mind.
i am currently considering calling the local waste management company, and demanding they come back to my address, because they positioned my garbage can in a manner which allowed it to roll into the middle of the street, causing difficulty for the passing traffic. Normally i would just go get it myself, but its 20 fucking degrees out there, and i did not irresponsibly place the trash can in place which would allow for it to become a nuisance on the neighborhood. There is no reason why i should have to go out there, and be looked down on by my neighbors for something i actually go out of my way to prevent. I demand justice, this is some bullshit.
I think they should sell red bull by the 2 liter, and not because I drink it, I do not really care for it, but I dont understand why they don’t do it. Even if they had to charge like $8 dollars a bottle, people would buy it by the fucking case. They could have kids sucking down 4 liters a day, all wired, shaking, and smashing their video game controller into their face, screaming “RAPE!” at some 4 year old Asian, destroying them at call of duty. Mom just thinks “maybe i should give him his next pill” when really he’s got so much “wings”, his heart and eyeballs are about to simultaneously explode, and shoot pure tourine all over the wall. Pepsi not too long ago came out with a product called Mt. Dew “Game Fuel”, and not game as is sport, but video game. They are actually encouraging our youth to drink more caffine loaded soda’s in an effort to sit around and play more video games?? Get all wired up, and sit around?? Not only that, but they also picked “world of warcraft” as the game to coincide with their advertising campaign. Which is a game that sucks peoples lives away, that is the game that people just completely stop participating in life in order to play. Some have quit their jobs, and secluded themselves to their mothers basement, in order to play it for 22 straight hours a day. And how do they manage to only get 2 hours of sleep a night? Mt. Dew’s Game Fuel!!!! That’s how. There is something terribly wrong with Pepsi’s marketing team, with all their money, and resources, they absolutely must take advantage of this demographic by exploiting it for the destruction of ambition, and personal interaction in society? Why dont they ever come out with anything like “Pepsi’s homeless feeding cola”? why cant they feed some god damn starving children? I suppose homeless babies don’t make up a large enough percentage of their customer base. Its really something else, but I must go on that note, until next time friends and foes-Frigger.