Doritos and Mountain Dew rule.
So I made a whole seperate email account for YouTube cause my current one is having problems, and I decide to use Yahoo for it because, well, I like Yahoo. Unfortunately, YouTube likes Google mail. I have a Gmail account, but I hate it. Gmail is slow, annoying, spam friendly, and overall a peice of shit. Go figure, my blog is on a Google website. So I make the email account, set up my new YouTube account, see a funny video, decide to blog about it, go to www.chrisbowlin.blogspot.com, and guess what? It says my blog has been DELETED!!! NOOOOOOOOO! I panic, I hit the roof, I shit my pants. Well, I didn't actually shit my pants, but I sure did get really mad. So I go to sign into Google, it gives me 3 different codes to enter (to make sure I'm not a robot) and I finally realize that all my precious work has not gone anywhere. Phew! That was scary. I decide to turn my adult filter on to my other blog Teh Rabbit cause, quite frankly, I don't want anyone complaining about how raunch it is. I guess it is pretty bad, I was in fact RETARDEDLY fucked up when I wrote all of it, but that was a whole lifetime ago. It still makes for an interesting read though.
Anyhoo, happy that my blog is still okay, I forgot about the video I was going to blog about so I go back to YouTube (the one that I just signed up under a Yahoo mail account), and guess what. I was automatically logged out. Could this be coincidence? I think not.
So I've come to the conclusion that Yahoo and Google hate each other, like a failed marriage and I'm the poor little kid stuck between the two and they're both giving me presents and making me feel all special but everytime I pay any attention to the other one they get all pissed off and make shit hard on me and make me feel like the asshole! You know, I live on the interwebs, but sometimes I just plain fuckin hate it.
I still forgot what video I was going to blog about and why it struck me so funny. Was it about gum? Or an end of the world prophecy? I don't know, somewhere in there.
Speaking of YouTube, I was walking down to Walmart and in the parking lot, apparently there had been a metal sign at some point that had been sawed off at the bottom, so this sharp point of the pole was poking out of the ground and looked invisible at first glance. How does something "look" invisible? The wonders never cease. Anyway, I tripped over this dickhead of scrap metal and stubbed my toe. I wear steel toed shoes, and I've always had faith that my feet were protected properly with the heavy shells covering my precious tosies. And the pain didn't hit all at once, it crept up on me, so about the time I was thanking myself for being so darn smart and safe, I slowly began to realize how oh so wrong I was to put such faith in a peice of metal. What I had actually done was, I trapped my innocent little piggies in a steel box with no escape. Then I took them on a joyride to Wally World, encouraging their devious little ways of spending money on things they don't really need (I bought Ben and Jerry's), and upon reaching said destination, I (unwittingly) slammed their tiny little cage against a protrusion about 3 inches tall (goddam gigantic for little bitty piggies) causing a rattling chain reaction throughout the death trap I've ensnared their delicate beings in, causing severe emotional harm and physical discomfort to all five of them and myself. My big toe got the brunt of the impact, digging my nail into my sensitive flesh, like my hangnails aren't bad enough as it is anyways, and now I walk like an Oompa Loompa. Thank you steel toed shoes! My toes won't be getting crushed anytime soon, but damn if they don't get stubbed before it's all over with.
Why are cats such snobs? Who's really in charge in that relaionship?
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