Monday Mammaries

Monday blows. Above a nice set of sweet huge tatas for your Monday wake-up, from the Ukraine and Playboy's Miss August, Iryna Ivanova.

At least most of my long list of bosses are traveling today, though I still wish I was heading out to the highway like the old days instead of heading to the office.

Simple Monday

Between Purple Lips scheming with my tax money and Monday staring at me in the face I want to keep it simple this week and avoid the corporate horseshit as much as possible. There may be a change brewing that may get me out of the corporate office. Not holding my breath but you never know.

I'm not a Lynyrd Skynyrd fanatic but I have one of their greatest hits album and this tune is one of my favorites.

Sunday Sabbath

As usual my asshole company is late with the bonus payments and fucked up my month big time. With the fucking overbloated size of the finance dept not one numbers monkey can get the list to payroll in time. Unreal. Fucking Karma. One day.

Sunday Sabbath

Dealing with a ton of shit lately. Need to chill and think. Solitude.

Sunday Sabbath

Gotta go talk the the Ford dealer about my lease end purchase today. I know they want me to sign a Writ right away, but I have to be a dick for awhile first. Unless of course those babes are there.

Coyote Saturday

Finally got the cash I needed to pay Chase with no help from Chase. The Fucktards can't get a letter right. Sometimes I just feel like Wile E, only the Roadrunner is my own cash that everyone takes and I can never get.

Goatsnake. El Coyote. Gonna roll up a bat and chill.

Freaky Friday

Thank God it's Friday! Man it never fucking fails with the fucking fire drills on Friday. Certain people love fucking drama at the end of the week. Shit always ends on a good note, but certains fucks have to ruin it all day long. Anyway, the video below is something that I had dreamed about doing someday while I was in the Corporate World. It's a beautiful way to go out! Enjoy and Smoke'em if Got'em.

Sacopapa Out!

Monday Hell

Back to the grind. To all the lair corporate pigs who back stab and plot, keep laughing and scamming. Karma. You will get yours. Hell Awaits you.

Back to the Grind Monday

I was on vacation all of last week and today it's back to the corporate garbage pit after the holidays and vacation. As you can see in the picture (art by some guy named Rhys Cooper), Robotman is trying to get out of the can and will survive. It is take it easy 2011, so I will go with the flow, do what I gotta do and wait for the severance check. Anyway here is Slayer with my favorite greeting to all the fake fuckers in my office.