Meet, Molly, or @sexyredxolips OR @dearmolly. She really is Crazier then a Xbox controller with two buttons missing.
I “discovered” Molly through a confrontation on twitter between her and someone else on my list. Sooooo i decided to check out her page…Lots of goodness lol. WAIT…it gets better……She also has ANOTHER twitter acct. Where she twits to her OTHER twitter acct.
Reports have been made by some people on the west side of San Antonio that there is a big hairy Sasquatch roaming around the “woods” in that general area. ……lol……Now I’m not one to disbelieve ANYONE right off the bat, or think that they (whoever may have seen him, her, it, whatever is just bat shit crazy or anything. BUTTTT Lets admit it, San Antonio on a day to day basis, sure isn't lacking in the big hairy monster types. ESPECIALLY on the west side. SO, assuming that you are not too familiar with Texas and or the terrain of San Antonio here is a nice little map. :)
As you can see NOT many green area’s or forest types of areas for a big hairy mofo to hang out all day doing whatever the hell bigfeets do. (the gold star represents where he is supposedly seen.
NOTE: I think it is SO FUCKING FUNNY that bigfoot is hanging out on the west side.Read more...
In all honesty driving down the street in this city NEVER ever surprises me. There is always something going on or something that I see that just leaves me speechless. Sitting at a light minding our own business this mofo drives up. All cool like. I casually look over and FIRST i notice a Mexican dude, in a cowboy hat, with a cowboy shirt on driving a v-Tec with gold rims, dropped. (well a car that “says” its a v-Tec) THEN i see the sticker…… I think the sticker speaks for itself. I cant figure out what is funnier, the sticker alone, or the dude driving the car, with the sticker….
So is this the part of the story “Night before Christmas” they left out? The part about how old Prancer, Dancer, and Nixon were to spend eternity being peed on? Or into…? Or whatever. This is the type of thing Roland's mom would have on her toilet for Christmas. (The woman has a wreath for every nameable holiday that was ever created.) Honestly, it would startle me a little bit to walk in and see this mother fucker staring out me.
“Oh I'll be right back i have to go to the AHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”
With the season coming i understand that some of you might be less then thrilled with the gathering of psychotic family members around kegs, bottles, of liquor etc. The thought of the potential family beef rearing its ugly head on what is supposed to be the most holiest of days just makes some of us want to stay home and sit around in our underwear watching the fucking Christmas Story marathon on TNT.
Why not get yourself one of these little doo hickeys, which i must say are the coolest things i have seen in quite some time. With a belt that holds a 6pk, at least you know if anyone pisses you off you can either A. crack open a cold one and sit back. ORB. Have a full arsenal of weaponry that you can break over someone's head. (Not that you should be breaking beer bottles over family members heads or anything, that's just wrong.)
The second, is a nice little subtle touch to your every day Christmas decor for the occasional swig of happy juice when grandma just HAS TO HAVE IT HER WAY…Just casually walk by the tree and *poof* Instant happiness. Now i figure , depending on how many of the Christmas ball flasks you have hanging from your tree, and how many casual strolls you take to “admire” the tree lights, there is a chance you could take down that mother fucker when your drunk ass trips over, whatever the hell that huge $200.00 present that belongs to your little cousin. Who I'm sure is LESS then deserving, and probably will fucking break it by New Years anyway. So please….be mindful of the tree when drinking from the Christmas Ball flasks. :D
Meet Daphne. She is our beautiful, pain in the ass 9 month old Blue Heeler. My boyfriend always wanted a Blue Heeler ever since he was a kid, and made it a mission to find one. But much to his dismay and research he discovered that Blue Heelers are reputedly a very expensive breed. Bummed out that he wasn't going to find a blue heeler he slowly forgot about it until ONE DAY while out in the country doing a satellite cable job he came across this farm that just so happened to have a littler of little Blue and Red heeler pups they were selling for ONLY $45.00 Dollars. Not prepared or expecting a new addition to be brought in he calls me and lets me know he found his pup and we were going to be picking him up that day!!! I was excited only because i hadn't owned a dog since my Dakota died a few years earlier.
He had already set the name for the pup, something i normally DONT do only because I'm a weirdo and think that a animal will more “tell you their name” by personality traits etc. Which was going to be “Sylar” after the main villain in NBC’s “Heroes” (huge fans) and he (the dog) was going to be the most awesomest bad assness of a dog that has ever walked on four legs!! Of course i didnt argue, Sylar is a cute name and for a dog, i thought it worked!!
Driving up to the little farm i noticed the little balls of fur climbing all over each other in the home made kennel and i was already in love. They were so fat and furry and i was so happy we were getting one. My boyfriend picked out “Sylar” from the bunch, paid the man and we were OFF! Holding little “Sylar” in my arms i squeezed him tight and held him up so i could scope him out…
“Um……Roland..” I said “Roland, this dog is a girl….”
Startled and very surprised Roland stops and takes a look at the underside of his “Sylar”.
“But, what is that? Isn't that his thing” he says…
At this point my amusement was clearly written all over my face as the confusion spread over Roland's as he slowly came to the realization that his Sylar, the bad ass boy dog of all bad assness was in fact……a girl. With a long look at the dog as quick as the confusion came , it went. I could tell he didn't care that dog, whatever it was had his heart and we drove off. She so from that moment she became Daphne (Named also after a Character of Heroes, the speedster, whom which Roland has the hotts for majorly. )
From the time she was little that dog was smart as shit…..at 6 weeks she could do sit and shake….i had never had a dog that did tricks so this was so freaking cool especially since she was SO LITTLE!
Now i will say she was not the first one in this family. We already had a kid. Well i already did for that matter. A fat Tabby cat by the name of Tripper. Now tripper was already about a year old and he was setting into his ways of being a bossy brat that enjoyed eating and laying around everywhere he could without being disturbed. So you can imagine how unhappy he was when we brought home this unknown thing. (he had never really been around a dog before.)It took them about a week or two but before we knew it they were beating the shit out of each other annoying the CRAP out of me….
As time went on, she grew to be this massive 50lb monster that lives to patronize me with her eyes and drive me crazy. As Cesar Milan would say she is the dominate female in this household. She does not listen to me for SHIT unless i have a treat or some kind of edible in my fingers. She likes to take clothes out of the laundry basket and drag them out into the front yard to get my attention so i will go outside to chase her around. I'm fully convinced the whole neighborhood has seen both my boyfriends and my underwears strewn across the lawn in pretty little patterns, with the occasional sock or two. I stand by this though, that dog is the smartest dog i have ever owned, and no matter of the face that she lives to drive me nuts i love that dog SO MUCH! Our Daphies….
AUTHORS NOTE: I do have to say a few things, after reviewing this post and noticing the astonishing amount of videos we have of the dog and pictures of cats in clothes and shit i will have to come to my own defense….i DO NOT normally dress my cat in a shirt and carry him in a fucking purse around town, stopping for Starbucks and or eating at cafe’s while he chills in my purse wearing a fucking shirt. It was a one time deal and i did it purely for amusement. the look on his face is priceless.
Just to make you aware Lambo doors are still very much alive on the south side of
San Antonio. And its not only the rich, luxurious sports car types that get them in MY neck of the woods. I have seen 1999 Toyota Corollas with Lambo Doors like these you see here. And mind you, these doors do not have any sort of Hydraulic lifts on any sort, so seeing these tatted up guys, with
“bling” struggle to get these doors up is a sight in itself. Something i really do enjoy seeing because it really is funny as fuck!
Lambo doors ARE cool though. On a Lamborghini!!! Jesus Lord!!
:Slaps Forehead:
(This is a real picture, my boyfriend and i went to grab a drink from a Exxon and this mofo pulled up, everyone got out and went inside. And they just left it like this. My boyfriend wondered how many of them would cry if he had just jumped in and took off. He secretly likes Lambo doors i think.)
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