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Tuesday, December 13, 2011 |
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Hi guys! I didn't mean to add my "share a project" onto this blogger site, but somehow, it did, my bad. So, here's our 2011 Christmas card, lol. I didn't realize that there's been posts kind of still going on... I haven't "blogged" since 2009. haha. Hope you're all well. | |
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  Merry Montage Christmas Turn your favorite photos into Christmas cards at Shutterfly. View the entire collection of cards. |
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010 |
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So, two weeks ago I made dinner reservations for my wife and I to have a nice dinner cruise while we are in Chicago this week. Little did I know that the dinner cruise people had a ton of hidden fees, and also that Chicago has some fairly wacky taxes. Check out my costs: -------------------------------------
$227.80 - Adult Saturday Dinner Ticket for 2 $97.80 - EC First Class Service - Dinner - must purchase for entire party $0.00 - Table for Two $50.00 - Guaranteed Window Seating - Dinner $375.60 - Subtotal $58.61 - Administrative Fees - Ody Chicago (18.00%) $19.48 - Fees-Ody Chicago Tickets (8.55%) $6.83 - Fees-Fuel Surcharge Ody Chicago (3.00%) $3.91 - Fees-Ody Chicago F&B (4.00%) $7.52 - Ticket Tax - ODY - Chicago (3.30%) $10.76 - Taxes-Ody Chicago F&B (11.00%) $7.18 - Amusement Tax-Ody Chicago (3.15%) $2.25 - Amusement Tax - Ody Chicago OTHER (4.50%) $492.14 - Total Charge ------------------------------------- So my first problem with this BS is that the math just plain ain't right. If you look at any of the listed percentages and apply that to any of the initial totals, they just aren't correct. Never mind that though.. what really boils my balls is that I have friggin $116.54 in hidden fees and taxes here. I mean damn, that's 31% in taxes and fees. WTF? Ok, so today I get my rental car reservation notice from Enterprise (my wife, the sweetheart, reserved a car for me), and here's the bill: ------------------------------------- Car and Rate Information PER USE: Full Size Chevy Impala, Nissan Altima, Dodge Charger or similar $181.74 USD (3 Day @ 60.58) $0.00 USD (Drop Charge) $40.39 USD (2 Hour @ 20.20) $25.04 USD (CONCESSION RECOVERY FEE 11.11 PCT) $15.00 USD (CUSTOMER FACILITY CHARGE 3.75/DAY) $2.75 USD (LESSOR TAX 2.75 USD/RNTL) $3.28 USD (VEHICLE LICENSE RECOVERY .82/DAY) $12.52 USD (AUTO RENTING OCCUPATION TAX) $15.03 USD (MPEA TAX) $2.50 USD (MASS TRANSIT TAX) $20.04 USD (CHICAGO TRANSACTION TAX) $318.30 USD (Total Charges) NOTE: Pricing does not include coverage. ------------------------------------- Yup, that's $136.56 in taxes and fees. That's 75.1% in taxes and fees. Can I get a WTF, please? The dinner cruise people I can almost forgive.. almost. But Enterprise rent-a-POS can kiss it. And to you bitches at Enterprise: if I get stuck with a damn Dodge Charger again, and you think I'm ever going to rent from you again, then you is on the crack. Welcome back to the Crack, motherfuckers. :) |
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Monday, October 30, 2006 |
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How to spot a dirty rotten Jap | |
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Those wiley Japs are sneaky, deceptive, terrorists so here are some helpful tips on how to smoke 'em out and git 'em. Brought to you by good ole Uncle Sam for your protection: How to spot a Jap |
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Monday, June 26, 2006 |
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This is borderline work inappropriate: Click here |
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Friday, June 23, 2006 |
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Why NOT to be in Harlem at 1am | |
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As a preview of the perils that await me for the next 10 days, I got a sample of subway life after midnight in Harlem. Walking up to the Cathedral Station stop on the corner of CPW and 110th, I noticed all manner of unsavory types lurking around in the shadows. Descending the stairs into the well lit station I felt a bit relieved to see an MTA employee in the booth... behind 1 inch thick (presumably bullet proof) plexiglass. Swiping through the turnstile I descended down another flight of stairs onto the eerily quiet platform. Even the rats and mice seemed afraid of this station -- tracks are usually teaming with them by this time of night. The warm stench of urine and urban grime permeated the air and there were a few homeless men indulging in their favorite brown bag beverage. No sooner had I taken a seat on the worn wooden bench when a disorderly fellow, strung out on something, came stumbling down the stairs yelling obscenities into the air. Despite the nearly empty station he sits down right next to me and continues to spit out the curse laden gibberish until suddenly the station falls silent again. Out of the corner of my eye I see a glass device emerge from his shirt pocket along with a lighter. This guy was LITERALLY smoking crack! I wish I had the balls to photograph this guy because he would have made the perfect posterboy for this blog taking a fat hit off his crack pipe. Just as he exhaled a massive cloud of almost blue smoke my train came speeding into the station, the blast of warm wind blowing the cloud right into my face. I had to admit I was curious for a split second but thought better of it, held my breath, and headed for the train. Upon boarding there was a rabble of gay ass gangstas. Not the white boy in suburbia driving daddy's escalade and wearing pants around his ankles kind of gay. These Gs were actually flaming gay. You know, the lanky kind wearing bright form fitting clothes, when you're not quite sure which ones are guys and which ones are girls with their lady bits taped up. They talked like thugs (though 1 octave too high and with a slight lisp), had the requisite bling, and even the token guy with a 'fro, but this crew was most certainly not gang bangin... at least not in the traditional sense. |
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Thursday, June 22, 2006 |
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They don't get laid enough. In a recent survey, Japan came in last out of 41 nations in terms of the number of time a year they get it on. In the land of the rising sun, the average number of sexual encounters numbered just 45 per year vs the global average of 103 times per year. You know it's bad when the government has to PAY their citizens a subsidy to get them making babies. I propose we help our rice eating eastern bretheren out in getting their average up. Grab the nearest friendly Japanese you can get your hands on and take them to bed. Sexless in Tokyo |
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Monday, June 19, 2006 |
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Trailer food, the new fusion? | |
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So I'm on the train this morning wearing a black winter suit (because I'm a jackass and didn't get the "memo" about it being in the 90's today) literally melting into my suit when something someone said from across the aisle jolted me from my heat induced stupor. A little girl was pointing to an ad behind me and asking her mom "What is that?". I'd noticed the ad for the American Peanut Grower's Council when I walked on the train, and it was a giant poster with a photo of a slice of sandwich bread with peanut butter slathered on it and 5 slices of banana neatly arranged on top. The slogan said "It was good enough for the King of Rock and Roll, it should be good enough for you." Okay, so it's not the most catchy writing in the world, but the photo had me craving one something fierce. Upon the child's inquiry the mother looked at the ad for a moment, turned to her daughter, and confidently stated: "It's sushi". While I sat there slack jawed (I thought for a moment that the woman was referring to me, because no one, NO ONE in their right mind could possibly mistake a peanut butter and banana sandwich for sushi), the daughter followed up with: "What's sushi?". To which the mother answered "It's Chinese food... you wouldn't like it". Okay, I admit, I made the last half of that sentence up, but it was implied. I wasn't even so much offended that this woman didn't know what sushi was, after all there are only 463 sushi restaurants in New York. What really got my goat is that this poor girl was going to grow up thinking peanut butter and banana sandwiches are the devil's food. I mean who could not love that rich creamy peanut butter meld with the lightly sweet satiny banana all wrapped up in air rich Wonderbread goodness? Ohh the travesty! |
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Even guinea pigs get more action. Lucky Bastard |
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Tuesday, May 30, 2006 |
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I'm not sure weather to feel sorry for or admire this lawmaker for taking action on a bill she found so irresistable she proceeded to cram it into her mouth and ate it. It sounds like these Taiwanese know how to get shit done unlike our fat old white people who don't have enough fiber in their diets. It too shall pass... |
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Sunday, May 21, 2006 |
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Since moving to NY I've seen a lot of whack shit. Subways and surrounding areas are rife with this weirdness so I've grown accustomed to smelly homeless men giving themselves happy endings on the train, or seeing someone in costume doing a pole dance in the middle of rush hour. You're probably wondering what compelled me to share these unsavory pieces of information with you, but it's all in the name of context. So now when I tell you that I saw something truly strange on the subway today you know the full meaning of what I'm saying... There was a leprechaun on my 6 train. This is not some derogatory way of referring to a vertically challenged Irish man that's had a pint too many and no I haven't been checking out the local crack houses. This was the real deal. He stood about 4 1/2 feet, grey scragly beard and hair tucked under a green hat that could have come off the set of a live action Lucky Charms commercial. He had a pot belly that was just barely covered by a white teeshirt with a giant 4 leaf clover on the front, green shorts held up by a belt with a shiny gold buckle, and to round out the package he was carrying a wooden walking stick with bark still on it. Now if you check the date, it's not March 17th, and it certainly isn't halloween. So what was he? A rental? An escapee from a mental ward? Perhaps a cast member off the latest reality show? Would he lead me to a pot of gold? These were all questions I wanted to ask, but he was fast asleep and the last thing I needed was a groggy pissed off leprechaun taking my luck away. |
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