BP has got me so pissed off! Don’t you think we should all boycott BP? I agree. We need to give our hard earned oil dollars to a company that will be far more responsible, like Mobil. That’ll show those BP oil executives that we mean business. At least Mobil will put the gas in our tanks (and maybe Alaska, too) - but definitely not in the Gulf.
Today’s order of business is to discuss pet peeves. One of mine is automated voices that are used to help you navigate the call menus on 1-800 numbers.Case in point - about three weeks ago, I had my debit card stolen. I called the 1-800 number and was greeted by the recorded voice of a woman who wanted me to ‘speak my selections’ instead of type them in the old fashioned way.
Kudos to the NFL, who this week suspended Pittsburgh Steelers QB Ben Roethlisberger for the first six games of the season for his sexcapade with an underaged girl in a public restroom a few months ago. Big Ben will end up losing $2.84 million for his transgressions, real or perceived. And you know what? I think it’s great that the NFL is cleaning up its game.
Seven years ago this week, I was in a car accident that nearly claimed my life. No matter how I lead up to this or what you read in my story, it’s going to seem like I’m being dramatic, but I’m pretty sure the story does that itself. To say that night changed the course of my life would be an understatement. It gave me the courage to leave New York for South Florida and, eventually, put into me a fervor and appreciation for life that I try to hold onto daily.
What does AWOL mean? What does RSVP mean? I bet you use this crap all the time and don’t even know what you’re saying! And for the record, I didn’t know what “AWOL” was until I Googled it. Once I did, though, I came away with the only logical conclusion - the acronym makes no sense. “Away Without Leave”? Does this mean you left without ever actually leaving? In which case, you never went AWOL to begin with. You just…stayed there.
After another outburst this weekend, it reminded me that I’ve deprived my readers of another one of my hate-filled tirades. But that’s not all. By not writing about this sooner, I may have subjected you to horrendous and emotionally damaging experiences that could otherwise have been prevented. Who’s my target? Johnny Rockets.
I’m notorious for making things way harder than they have to be. For example, when someone asks me what I want to eat, I don’t tell them what I want to eat. I present them with a number of types of foods I wouldn’t mind eating, then proceed to tell them that ultimately, I’d be happy with whatever they were happy eating, when ultimately it was a simple question that demanded a simple answer.
In the world of dating, it’s always the ones you want, and the ones who want you. And they’re never the same. We’re always chasing after the people who don’t want us, and running away from the ones who do. Which logically makes no sense. But does anything about relationships or matters of the heart ever make sense? Of course not.
HE SAID: Mandy thinks that guys and girls who are friends cannot have sex because it has the potential to screw up the friendship. When a guy hears that, he asks himself the question - “How did I screw this up so badly that I’m now just a friend with no chance of boning her?” Oh wait - did I just answer the question?
DB told me that there are several of you out there asking “Who the hell is Braski?” Well, first let me give a big FUCK YOU to all of you for not already knowing who I am. However, I do feel that it is very important for each of you to know exactly who you are dealing with when it comes to the Braski Says section of DB’s blog. I am not going to go on and on about my life, or give you any type of biography (even though if I did you would be amazed, and saddened, at how much cooler my life is than yours) I am just here to give you an idea of who you are dealing with.