When Work Tastes Like Prefab Then You’ve Hit the Wall !

When Work Tastes Like Prefab Then You’ve Hit the Wall !

by | Feb 20, 2020 | When It Sucks It Blows | 0 comments

Sometimes we just go way too far for our own good while “burnout” has its place on a couch with a therapist. We like to stretch the envelope by leaping into snake infested waters, all the while, feeling like we’re some superhero who is resistant to all forms of physical mutilation.

An extreme sports fanatic experiences the wall from time to time. It’s a psychological inhibitor that lets us know we’re mere mortals. And there’s nothing amiss with understanding finite versus infinite. I can spell the word, but I can’t experience its long-term side effects.

Back in the day, I rode my bike on a pre-qualifier for over 600 miles straight with very little breaks to prove a point. That I’m not the man I thought I was, I’m an idiot beyond reproach! This was my maiden voyage, ala Christening, and everyone I knew thought I was overly wacked to spend so much time, experience horrendous turmoil and to test out my lackluster performance as the old dude on a bike, if you know what I mean?

    Going the farthest is not always doing the right thing. Sometimes we need limitations to keep us in check.

I’m a motivator when it motivates to something good. And yet I’m also an avid fan of letting caution fly to the wind when you’re attempting something “over-the-top.” Not all of us can be heroes or claim that we’re super humans. So let’s remember that if you’re trying do you put yourself on the map, make sure you have a comfy place on Google you call home!

16 Get Ya 20

16 Get Ya 20

by | Dec 20, 2017 | Comedy, Funny Videos, The Spontaneous Combustion Chamber, When It Sucks It Blows | 0 comments

Out on the street, its 16 get you 20 and ironic how close that is to home, whether you live in the park or camp out in some section 8 trailer park trash, or use REI tents to homeschool your wee ones, we should never crossover into that forbidden tutorial line of fire.

When I was in junior high, there was a teacher named Miss Bolton. I was a young scrapper of a 15-year-old, who knew she was a hottie before the actual use of the word was coined. But to think I would of been involved with some teacher like that would’ve never entered my innocent, lackluster cranial noggin. I was too insecure, too intimidated, and would of hidden under any desk or locker to avoid a meet and greet. So to think that a teacher has the right to interfere with a young teenager, who has zip for brains, is a travesty beyond.

In Oregon, there was a teacher who had relations with a 15-year-old student for over a year. And guess who caught her naked in bed with the 10th grader, it wasn’t Law and Order; it wasn’t Jerry Springer or Morey, it was her dear o hubby. Can you imagine that? So put away the Glock, do a long stint in rehab and walk a mile on coals with Tony. Then you’ll see the light!

I can’t for the life of me, know how women who are in the teaching profession feel they have an obligation and a duty to not only instruct but also destruct. This is an abomination to public education. So based on what happened over time, I have no qualms of that teacher doing 20 more years of hard time. If you play, you pay!