tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62206542011-04-21T15:00:30.363-10:00I'm the source of all of your uncomfortable moments. I'm the turd in the punchbowl. I swear in front of children. I fart in elevators. I laugh at retarded people. I announce my defecations. I stare at your girlfriend's tits. I'm an asshole and I can't help it.Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comBlogger1581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-44525752884568649062007-05-29T14:25:00.000-10:002007-05-29T14:26:25.033-10:00

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-62675238257777414452007-05-17T16:49:00.000-10:002007-05-17T16:50:08.146-10:00

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-47802155161578274962007-05-16T16:08:00.000-10:002008-12-11T01:09:18.219-10:00

This is nothing more than a list of things that I've always wanted to do, but probably never will.1. Two chicks at once2. Stab a guy in the face3. Shoot a guy in the face4. Go to a strip club with Pacman Jones (I'd probably accomplish items 1-3 all on one trip)5. Get in a high speed pursuit with Police and get away6. Poop in space7. Run for President on a ridiculous platform, just to see

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-45717933190456231052007-05-16T14:49:00.000-10:002007-05-16T14:50:02.301-10:00

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-55135762482670310672007-05-14T14:29:00.000-10:002007-05-14T14:32:58.432-10:00

The Landlord

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-64747142053466725732007-05-14T14:15:00.000-10:002008-12-11T01:09:18.377-10:00

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-34872597440000994032007-05-10T12:32:00.001-10:002007-05-10T12:32:46.701-10:00

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-25801021152218741482007-05-10T12:18:00.000-10:002007-05-10T12:19:30.674-10:00

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-14017401657752106772007-05-08T16:50:00.001-10:002007-05-08T16:50:36.865-10:00

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-87378172154492391242007-05-08T16:34:00.000-10:002007-05-08T16:43:01.055-10:00

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-91391829092530324172007-05-08T16:27:00.000-10:002008-12-11T01:09:18.532-10:00

Today campus security found a hand grenade hidden in some bushes at UH. Apparently it's along the path that I usually take on my way to campus after I finish work. I must have pissed off the Koreans with my previous posting. It's a nice feeling, having someone attempt to assassinate me. It makes me feel important, almost.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-28265970562923297252007-05-02T15:04:00.000-10:002007-05-02T15:20:45.062-10:00

OK, this will probably offend a lot of people. Or, at least it would if people would actually read it. I think it's time I weigh in on the Virginia Tech Killings. Remember when our postal workers were the ones that went nuts and killed people? Now it's our students. Makes me feel old. Why is it that every time a student dies, either in something like this or in an accident, everyone is

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-37700757842739413462007-05-02T11:32:00.000-10:002008-12-11T01:09:18.773-10:00

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1176434159729354142007-04-12T17:14:00.000-10:002007-04-12T17:15:59.740-10:00

Who doesn't love a good Boof?

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1176261348923623392007-04-10T17:14:00.000-10:002007-04-10T17:15:48.936-10:00

This is ouuuuuur country!

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1176175005358122822007-04-09T17:16:00.000-10:002007-04-09T17:16:45.370-10:00

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1176173738506261062007-04-09T16:16:00.000-10:002007-04-09T17:04:00.896-10:00

I'm going to tell you about the greatest prank I've ever pulled, quite possibly one of the greatest pranks ever. Ok, I'm embellishing, but it was still pretty sweet.First, A little background. My neighbors are very loud drug addicts. The goon who lives there has his friends there almost every night, where they sit in his driveway doing drugs and making noise until well after 1am. The smoke from

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1175051548322627502007-03-27T18:02:00.000-10:002007-03-27T18:12:28.333-10:00

Well, after about a 1 1/2 year hiatus, I've decided that I need to start bitching again. Since no one will listen to me out here once they realize that I'm not going to buy anything, I've decided to get R&P going once again. Believe me, I've got plenty to bitch about. Here's a little preview:1. My continuing frustration with my school/advisor. I signed up for two years, it's been nearly four.2.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1127873912490758202005-09-27T16:16:00.000-10:002005-09-27T16:18:32.496-10:00

In my nutrition class today we were talking about our career interests. One girl said she wants to be a small-animal vet because she loves cats. Of course then everyone in the class had to start talking about their cats. The names of their cats, the color of their cats…blah, blah. This went on for a number of minutes. Even the professor was powerless to stop it. When a bunch of Asian girls

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1126919466852207542005-09-16T15:09:00.000-10:002005-09-16T15:11:06.856-10:00

Don’t you hate it when you walk by two people having a conversation and the one or two sentences you hear completely blow your mind and you spend the next several hours trying to figure what in the hell they meant? I found myself in this situation today. I was walking back from the cafeteria this afternoon when I passed an attractive blonde talking to her gook friends. I only overheard two

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1126572077902895972005-09-12T14:33:00.000-10:002005-09-12T14:41:17.906-10:00

People I find annoying:1. White people who use Hawaiian or Japanese words instead of the English equivalent.2. People who pronounce Muslim as moo-slum because they think it makes them sound cultured.3. Girls from Peru that get upset when I call them a “beaner”.4. Guys who brag about their alcohol consumption.5. Fat Hawaiian apple-women who look at me the same way a lion looks at a wounded

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1126220679753511302005-09-08T13:02:00.000-10:002005-09-08T13:04:39.760-10:00

This rant is focused on the Akaka bill, or as I like to call it, the Kaka bill. For those of you who don’t know what the Akaka bill is, it’s a bill before the United States congress, which if passed, would give native Hawaiians their sovereignty. Hawaiians can’t even run a fucking gas station, but they want their own government and eventually maybe their independence years from now. Yeah, that

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1125820668130549072005-09-03T21:34:00.000-10:002005-09-03T21:57:48.196-10:00

God, you are really pissing me off. First you missed wide left with the tsunami. This time you missed wide right and hit the gulf coast with a hurricane. Is your aim really that bad? I'm watching the news footage on TV and start thinking "I wish that was Honolulu". I wish the streets of Honolulu wdere flooded and Hawaiians and gooks were rioting and looting. I wish I could say that I would

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1125819147407696272005-09-03T21:30:00.000-10:002005-09-03T21:32:27.413-10:00

I left a teaser in a previous post in reference to a story about a shark attack. Well, it wasn’t a shark attack, but rather a near-shark attack. It’s a story about a near-shark attack involving me. I was on a nearly deserted beach somewhere on the north shore. I was attempting to boogie board without success. Instead of riding the waves, the waves were throwing me around like a

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1125020957638816032005-08-25T15:48:00.000-10:002005-08-25T15:49:17.646-10:00

The following conversation is offered as proof as to what an inept ignorant asshole I am when it comes to women. Right, as if you people need proof. Anyways, I was talking to a new female graduate student in our department. How I even got to the conversation phase is beyond me. Normally I can’t even get that far due to the looks of disgust I get when trying to start a conversation. Back to

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1124155279786800152005-08-15T15:20:00.000-10:002005-08-15T15:21:19.793-10:00

Well, I am no longer homeless. After five weeks of searching and eight days of living and sleeping in my cubicle, I finally found an apartment last weekend. It’s a studio within my price range and plenty big enough for myself and all of my belongings. Best of all, it doesn’t smell like dog piss and there isn’t shit on the floor when I come home. Wait, let me rephrase that: If there is shit on

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1123285952785594462005-08-05T13:44:00.000-10:002005-08-05T13:52:32.793-10:00

I weighed myself this morning after waking up from my slumber on the floor of my cubicle. 176 lbs. I stepped off and tried again just to make sure I wasn't standing on it goofy. 176.5 lbs. This can't be good. That means I've lost nearly 20 lbs in about a month. I have been under more stress lately, but 20 lbs?! I did take a dump before the weigh in, but even I can't poop out 20 lbs worth

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1123214570840493532005-08-04T17:48:00.000-10:002005-08-04T18:02:50.846-10:00

This is really starting to suck ass. Sleeping on the floor really makes my back hurt. The anger and frustration I feel right now is beyond description. I've been looking at places all week. Of course I have to fill out applications, so I won't even know if I'm picked to live in the fucking places for at least another week. Anger. I went and looked at a really nice place tuesday night. Some

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1122866072289075292005-07-31T16:57:00.000-10:002005-07-31T17:14:32.296-10:00

I'm close to finishing my 2nd day and what will be my 3rd night since I've become homeless. Let me tell you, there's a reason that people live in homes. I've tried sleeping out on the couch in the lobby here, and the couch is comfortable enough. It's just that there is no way of turning the lights off out there and I can't fall asleep with all of that light. So last night I decided to throw

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1122676287326355622005-07-29T12:14:00.000-10:002005-07-29T12:32:12.820-10:00

I was debating on shutting this thing down forever, but I have new developments that will probably get some laughs from all of you. About a month ago, my pig of a landlord informed me that I had to leave because his cunt of a daughter wanted to move back in. Oh well, I thought. Little did I know that there is a severe shortage of housing here in Honolulu. After one month of looking, I came "home"

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1113393967350442832005-04-13T02:03:00.000-10:002005-04-13T02:06:07.350-10:00

Last week five guys kidnapped a girl, raped her and dropped her off at her dorm. The five guys were described as white guys in their early 20’s, wearing baseball caps. I thought it was nice of them to give her a ride home afterward. I thought it was funny until I learned that the kidnapping/rape took place about two blocks from my house. Now everywhere I go people look at me as if I was one of

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1112754941067384562005-04-05T16:33:00.000-10:002005-04-05T16:35:41.070-10:00

Thank God Terri Shiavo finally crapped out. Was anyone else sick and tired of being constantly bombarded with Shiavo crap? I’m glad the Pope died when he did. It gave the fucking media something else to obsess about. Why were people so desperate to save that vegetated retard? What purpose would her remaining “alive” serve? When it comes to the point where you can’t feed yourself

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1112679546700490652005-04-04T19:38:00.000-10:002005-04-04T19:39:06.700-10:00

Believe it or not, the subject of consuming feces was actually brought up today in my endocrinology class. Even more unbelievable is the fact that I wasn’t the one who brought it up. Diabetics have much higher levels of glucose in their feces than normal people, apparently giving their feces a sweeter taste. (Compared to what?!) It was nice being able to contribute to the class discussion for

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1112598905706735112005-04-03T21:13:00.000-10:002005-04-03T21:15:05.706-10:00

Coming soon....Terri Shiavo post. I hope you will all be as excited to read it as I am to write it.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1112408041433364202005-04-01T16:11:00.000-10:002005-04-01T16:14:01.436-10:00

The story I’m about to tell you has to be one of the most bizarre series of events to ever happen to me. I’ll start out by telling you that I watch too much “Seinfeld”. I say this because I’ve gotten into the habit of taking naps on the floor underneath my desk the same way George does in the show. The reason I sleep under my desk is because my boss now routinely patrols the lobby to make sure

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1112240709964925172005-03-30T17:43:00.000-10:002005-03-30T17:45:09.966-10:00

Johnnie Cochran died yesterday. Who would have guessed that Satan would have wanted that favor repaid so soon? The “superstar” lawyer, famous for his “if it doesn’t fit, you must acquit” and “Chewbacca” defenses, died because of a brain tumor. A fucking brain tumor! The O.J. trial makes so much more sense to me now! Only a guy with a defective brain would have argued that case the way he did

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1112149222057773652005-03-29T16:17:00.000-10:002005-03-29T16:20:22.060-10:00

Chewbacca’s been bitching about all the “drama” in her life. Let me just start out by saying that I hate people who use the word “drama” to describe their lives. “Drama” is a word reserved for TV people and theatre fags. If I recall, Chewbacca is a “Star Wars” character, so maybe she’d be better bitching about all the “science fiction” in her life instead of drama. Actually, I think I’m

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1109822314668766852005-03-02T17:55:00.000-10:002005-03-02T17:58:34.670-10:00

It looks as if the Pope’s about to crap out soon and it is time we start thinking about a replacement. Now, there’s no doubt in my mind that I would be perfect for the job. Let’s review:The Pope’s job is to serve as head of the Catholic Church and, therefore, piss off a lot of people. I’m Catholic and I’m great at pissing off people. I can get up early on Sunday and give the weekly obscenity…

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1109646317276530812005-02-28T17:03:00.000-10:002005-02-28T17:05:17.276-10:00

I am writing to inform all of you that you do not need to spaz out over every little thing. Unclench your asshole a little bit and relax. For fuck’s sake, you people are making me look mellow. Just calm the fuck down a little. For example, if you leave a test tube on the other side of the room, calmly walk over to the other side of the room and get it. No running across the room, bumping

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1109371781491128712005-02-25T12:46:00.000-10:002005-02-25T12:49:41.493-10:00

Did anyone else watch "Sportscenter" last night? If you did I hope you were lucky enough to see the clip of the male cheerleader from "Ball State" shoving hot dogs in his mouth as part of the halftime festivities. I don't think I need a punchline for this one, the joke practically writes itself.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1109226091592806652005-02-23T20:19:00.000-10:002005-02-23T20:21:31.593-10:00

I haven't posted nearly as much as I'd like and, sorry to dissappoint you, I got nothing for today either. I've got some works in progress that will be up in a day or two, so stay tuned.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1107567767393526372005-02-04T15:41:00.000-10:002005-02-04T15:42:47.393-10:00

I love these imbeciles who like to go around finding things that look like famous people. It seems about every month or so there’s some moron out there that finds something that looks like the Virgin Mary. Jeez, for a virgin, Mary sure gets around. Another thing, how do we know she’s still a virgin? It’s been two thousand some odd years and she’s still hanging on to it? I don’t

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1107567033364829272005-02-04T15:24:00.000-10:002005-02-04T15:30:33.363-10:00

***I must appologize for the material in this post. Many of you have been waiting for this. I'm not appologizing for it's offensive, quite the opposite in fact. I don't think I made this nearly offensive enough. Anyways, perhaps I'm setting my standards too high. I'll let you be the judge.*** Well God, after months of praying, you finally gave me the tsunami I’ve been asking for. However,

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1107566356554447462005-02-04T15:13:00.000-10:002005-02-04T15:19:16.556-10:00

Those of you that were priveledged to read some of my early work back in high school may remember this rant. I was feeling nostalgic and decided to go back into the archives, back when I just wrote about shit that I found funny or stupid. This was before I entered my “brown period” and found my true calling, writing about bowel movements and bowel-related hijinks. This particular piece is

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1106877949043035252005-01-27T16:03:00.000-10:002005-01-27T16:05:49.043-10:00

I’m sure many of you are familiar with the concept of a “grabby fat man”. For those of you unfamiliar, allow me to explain. A grabby fat man is simply, as the term describes, an obese man that likes to grab at everything. Slim is the textbook definition of a grabby fat man. A few readers may remember back to our days in high school in which anything placed within three feet of Slim

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1106795571266088652005-01-26T17:11:00.000-10:002005-01-26T17:12:51.266-10:00

There is something weird about the toilets here at school. Ever since Christmas I’ve noticed that when flushed, the toilet’s contents are sucked down with much more force than before. This became apparent to me while I was crapping. I finished my poop and flushed while still sitting on the toilet and I thought the damn thing was going to rip my genitals off. Let’s face it, my genitals are

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1106795097996271662005-01-26T17:01:00.000-10:002005-01-26T17:04:57.996-10:00

I guess after seeing hours upon hours of television time devoted to celebrating the life of recently crapped out Johnny Carson on every other TV channel in America, the local Hawaiian news stations decided to jump on the bandwagon. I was watching a game of spookball the day he died and during the commercial break one of the local talking heads came on to announce that at six and eleven o’clock,

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1106703297692688942005-01-25T15:33:00.000-10:002005-01-25T15:34:57.693-10:00

I’m sure some of you may remember the chick that got her arm eaten by a shark a while back. I think her name is Bethany something or other. (I’m too lazy to look it up) She appeared on Leno and Letterman and all that other crap. I remember posting about her before. I’m too lazy to look it up but I’m sure it was along the lines of me applauding the shark on his culinary habits.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1106702772546969792005-01-25T15:17:00.000-10:002005-01-25T15:26:12.546-10:00

Well, I think I’ve been neglecting “Rape & Pillage” for long enough. It didn’t start out as intentional neglect, but like with an abusive father, it just became habit. I think I’ll start by updating you all on what’s happened to me in the past few months. Back in October, there was a massive thunderstorm. I, of course, was at work with it being a Saturday night. I finished work and was

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1096601665641125942004-09-30T17:32:00.000-10:002004-09-30T17:34:25.643-10:00

I’ve had the whole cold/flu combination lately. I’ve been hacking and vomiting for a day or two, and it’s really starting to interfere with my pooping schedule. I’m normally pitching 1-2 loaves a day. However, since I’ve been sick, I’ve been shooting chunky-style brown gravy out of my anus 3-4 times a day. It’s just not fun to shit while one is ill. Pooping used to be fun. I would take my time,

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1095909591120015452004-09-22T17:15:00.000-10:002004-09-22T17:19:51.120-10:00

Well, we’ve been listening to this election shit for several months now, and it’s really starting to get old. Listening to these politicians piss and moan, whoring themselves out to the American public like prostitutes of public policy makes me laugh. They’re each trying to blame each other for all the crap that’s going on in this country. Picking a candidate to vote for is like being asked by a

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1095736631970567702004-09-20T17:13:00.000-10:002004-09-20T17:17:11.970-10:00

I have a few minor complaints that I think need to be brought out and since you don’t talk to me, I thought I’d put them into a letter. So, here goes…….. Chewbacca, I know you’re a wookie and wookies are quite hairy, but would it kill you to clean all the hair out of the sink in the morning? Every morning it looks as if you’ve been shaving a bunch of apes and leaving the hair in the sink. The

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1095306493799035872004-09-15T17:30:00.000-10:002004-09-15T17:48:13.800-10:00

I don't get the point of decorating meals right before someone eats them. I don't eat food because it looks pretty. I don't see how contrasting colors make a dish more palatable. You want a contrast in colors? It goes in as a rainbow-colored mosaic of food, but it always comes out brown, or maybe green. How's that for contrast? Bright, pretty colors to brown. If people are going to decorate food

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1094786871300099252004-09-09T17:26:00.000-10:002004-09-09T17:27:51.300-10:00

I’ve thought up another one of my great ideas, this one for a children’s toy. Retard action figures. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this earlier! A huge line of fully pose-able retarded people action figures. I think this is something that our country is ready for. The first edition action figure will be your typical Down’s syndrome ‘Tard. He or she (I’ll be PC and make female figures as well

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1094096981163202842004-09-02T17:48:00.000-10:002004-09-02T17:30:17.630-10:00

Apparently the people I rent from are the most ignorant and inept people alive. They’re still under the impression that I like Joey. I don’t know how. I think I’ve made it perfectly clear to everyone that I want that dog to die. Jen made a post a little while back on how people who refer to themselves as "mommy" or "daddy" when it comes to their pets are stupid. This is exactly what these

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1094096865478033442004-09-01T17:45:00.000-10:002004-09-01T17:47:45.476-10:00

Dennis Franz with AIDS came by to see me yesterday. Of course, he had to bring that little flea-bag dog with him, but most of this tale doesn’t involve Joey. He came down to tell me that his water bill was simply "outrageous" for the past month. He then told me that I was expected to pay some of that bill since our showerhead leaks. Fucking asshole, I told him over two months ago that the damn

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1094096706908721362004-09-01T17:41:00.000-10:002004-09-01T17:45:06.906-10:00

Today I was given the procedures for a lot of the lab work that I'll be doing for my thesis this semester. They were handed to me in a big envelope with "CONFIDENTIAL" stamped across it in big red letters. Apparently I'm carrying the nuclear football of animal science. I looked at the procedures and there's nothing all that unusual about them. In fact, I did most of that shit in undergraduate

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1094096457176266682004-09-01T17:39:00.000-10:002004-09-01T17:40:57.176-10:00

We got a new exchange student in our department this year. She’s from Siberia….The asshole of Russia. I was picturing in my head some 8-foot tall Olga-steroid monstrosity, the result of years of Soviet genetic manipulation. I finally saw her the other day and she’s a little Asian girl! WTF?! Even the crazy Russians that come here are gooks. Yeah, that’s all Hawaii needs, is to be importing more

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1093493334020233252004-08-25T18:07:00.000-10:002004-08-27T16:48:53.033-10:00

What is it about my presence that makes people want to complain about their sex lives? I'm the one that should be doing all the complaining! "Awww...You didn't get laid last night. You poor thing. Shut the fuck up and quit wasting my time." Someone complaining to me about their sex life is like a fat guy complaining to an Ethiopian about being hungry. You don't see Bill Gates complaining to

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1093491873670306862004-08-25T17:41:00.000-10:002004-08-25T17:44:33.670-10:00

I got a new roommate about two weeks ago. When I was told that my new roommate was going to be a chick from southern California, I was kind of looking forward to it. I had high hopes for this new roommate. Unfortunately, high hopes are easily crushed. I was expecting Princess Lea, but I ended up getting Chewbacca. She’s got a manlier Physique than I do. She’s got an ass like a MAC truck, with the

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1093491468057934432004-08-25T17:35:00.000-10:002004-08-25T17:39:43.450-10:00

I saw a very humorous, yet disturbing article in one of the Honolulu newspapers over the weekend. Apparently some people have been kidnapping dogs from all over the city, slaughtering them and selling the dog meat out of the back of a van. Wow, I thought people in the south were fucked up. The article didn’t mention what kind of people, but I don’t think I’m going too far out on a limb when I

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1093407640701816402004-08-24T17:53:00.000-10:002004-08-24T18:20:40.700-10:00

Many people complain about this and it's about time I throw my hat into the ring. I want to complain about people's instant messenger profiles for a few moments. I'll make this quick and painless for everyone. I'm sick and tired of people putting quotes on their profiles. People pretending to be interesting and intellectual by quoting someone that only about 400 million other people have already

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1093405949077350302004-08-24T17:39:00.000-10:002004-08-24T17:52:29.076-10:00

Ok, fags...I'm back. I'll spare you the boredom of explaining where I've been for the past several weeks and just got on with the blogging. I've spent a few spare moments watching some of the various events on display during the Olympic Games in Athens. Speedwalking has got to be the most homosexual event in the history of the Olympics. (and I'm including ancient times when the men wrestled

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1088652047898743472004-06-30T17:19:00.000-10:002004-06-30T17:20:47.900-10:00

Does this ever happen to any of you? You’re standing around minding your own business when suddenly you have to fart? No big deal right? You probably all do what I do: fart. Then, unexpectedly little dribbles of liquid feces leak out of your sphincter. When you’re cautiously making your way to the bathroom when you realize that you’re wearing shorts. You suddenly start becoming paranoid,

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1088214917885110402004-06-25T15:54:00.000-10:002004-06-25T15:55:17.886-10:00

I’ve got another great movie idea. I say we jump on the “Girls Gone Wild” bandwagon and go ahead and produce “Girls Gone Wild: Diamond Style”. We give the King of Diamonds his own camera crew and send him to all the hot party spots and let him witness hot sexy coeds getting naked for the camera. He’ll hand out diamond -studded beads, of course. Then, once the drunk skanks pass out, KOD can

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1088156966773166692004-06-24T23:45:00.000-10:002004-06-24T23:49:26.773-10:00

Guess who has high blood pressure? Give up? It’s me! 220/90. Hooray for me. It figures, I finally get a high score in something and it turns out that a high score is bad. I also weigh 200 pounds, which means I’ve gained 10-15 pounds since moving here and it shows. I don’t know why. My diet hasn’t gotten any worse. In fact, I’ve actually been eating healthier. I engage in more physical

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1088026860352976402004-06-23T11:38:00.000-10:002004-06-23T11:41:00.353-10:00

Ladies (including Jen) and Gentlemen……….I have returned. Well, I didn’t exactly go anywhere. Just for a goof, I wanted to see what would happen if I just didn’t show up to work for about a week. My week ended up turning into a week and a half. For a week and a half, I didn’t go to work. No calling in sick, no e-mails or phone messages. I just didn’t show up. I came to work today expecting

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1086909369111854282004-06-10T13:14:00.000-10:002004-06-10T13:16:09.113-10:00

Hmm...Ray Charles died. I bet he didn't see that one coming.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1086909247027568152004-06-10T13:10:00.000-10:002004-06-10T13:14:07.026-10:00

Everyone’s all up in arms about all the “torturing” that’s going on at our toy box in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. So far I’ve heard our boys have been using such “evil” tortures as sleep deprivation, personal humiliation and various other techniques, such as making our terrorist friends listen to crappy music all day long. What the fuck?! Where’s the torture? Sleep deprivation? Personal

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1086101161611410482004-06-01T04:43:00.000-10:002004-06-01T04:46:01.610-10:00

D: dumb R: retards E: eat W: worms

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1086091479633037132004-06-01T02:02:00.000-10:002004-06-01T02:04:39.633-10:00

I think they should make a DVD version of "Roots", but instead of the director's commentary, they should have a "Pat Volk Commentary". Just sit her down in front of a TV and record what she says while she's watching it. I'd buy it.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1086091159043138892004-06-01T01:46:00.000-10:002004-06-01T01:59:19.043-10:00

I'm sure all of you are aware of the situation I have with little Joey and his bowel movements. A few days ago he decided that he was going to start pissing on my shoes too. For some reason I was retarded and forgot not to leave my shoes outside my door one day. The next morning I found that my left shoe smelled of piss. The little fucker hosed them off and there was nothing I could do about

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1086090380607116032004-06-01T00:58:00.000-10:002004-06-01T01:46:20.606-10:00

Hmm....what's new for me? Well, as usual, not a whole hell of a lot. Last week (I forget which day) I went to the "Ala Moana Shopping Center". Basically, it's the Honolulu Mall. It was pretty much your typical mall with typical mall stores. It was pretty much myself and 4000 confused Asians. I say confused because apparently these people have forgotten how to walk straight. The whole time

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1085591339558369102004-05-26T06:38:00.000-10:002004-05-26T07:08:59.560-10:00

I'm getting sick and tired of these "erectile dysfunction" commercials on TV and I know I'm not the only one. I'm talking about the ones with that "Bob" fag who gets all happy now that he can get a hard-on. These fucking commercials make it sound that if you get a hard-on, you'll get all the sex you want. BULLSHIT! I sprout wood about every 15 minutes and nothing happens. I spend half the

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1084883818052941932004-05-18T02:13:00.000-10:002004-05-18T02:36:58.053-10:00

Are you ever in the situation where it seems that every 6 seconds you run into another one of those "touchy-feely" couples? Those people make me sick. Get a fucking room, or at least throw a blanket over top of you. Do these people feel no shame at all? They're like retarded children that have no concept of social embarrassment and run around a mall with fecal stains on their clothes. I

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1084197228993457562004-05-10T03:38:00.000-10:002004-05-10T03:53:48.993-10:00

Finally, the last episode of "Friends" aired....awww who gives a shit! It's a fucking TV show people. It's not as if they won't play reruns over and over and over again. I'm sick and tired of hearing about "Friends". I'm glad it's finally over. But wait, if hearing about the final episode for months wasn't enough to piss me off, I get to hear about everyone's reaction to the final episode

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1083595999434681752004-05-03T04:29:00.000-10:002004-05-03T04:57:32.093-10:00

My landlord's crack-whore wife thinks that little Joey is God's gift to humanity. The dumb bitch went out and wrote and recorded several songs about Joey. All of them have that crappy 70's female black music beat. She "sings" about how much she loves Joey and how she would kill herself if Joey died. This woman is sick. If I had to write a song about Joey it would contain lots of yelling

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1083248298322340812004-04-29T03:53:00.000-10:002004-04-29T04:22:35.326-10:00

I find it disturbing when a guy takes a dump in a public restroom and doesn't flush the toilet. There I am, going into the stall to release a turd of my own.....only to have to look at another man's feces. Usually just the sight of the crap is enough to make me lose my urge to crap. What's worse is that sometimes the poop in the toilet is bigger than my poop, making me feel inadequate.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1082984059494249862004-04-26T02:51:00.000-10:002004-04-26T02:58:31.810-10:00

A good majority of movies that are made start out as good books. I want to make a movie based on the children's book "Everybody Poops". It would star the Olsen Twins and be narrated by Bea Arthur. It would be a very serious movie with many scenes of pooping and would go on to win many Academy Awards.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1082982279317608222004-04-26T02:20:00.000-10:002004-04-26T02:28:52.013-10:00

You know what sucks? Going to take a piss in a bar while really drunk after having diarrhea all week. While taking a piss, you shit your pants, but don't realize it because you're piss-drunk. The you go back out into the bar for another hour or two. You smell the crap, but just figure that it's one of the dirty Hawaiians. Then you come home to take a shower, only then realizing you have

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1082981469401536252004-04-26T01:38:00.000-10:002004-04-26T02:18:23.233-10:00

Dave's most recent post has triggered my memory into remembering an idea I once had. Basically Dave's idea is to "Boo" everytime people "Cheer" on crappy TV interviews. Mine is somewhat similar. It involves making an ass of myself in public, which I know everyone enjoys. First, a little background. I got this idea around the time that I learned of the death of the "Fan-Man". The "Fan-man"

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1082463809508573312004-04-20T01:52:00.000-10:002004-04-20T02:27:33.983-10:00

Well, Hawaii State Taxes are due today, so I guess I should get them in the mail. I'm getting 80 dollars back. It's about time this state gives me something other than food poisoning or mace in the eyes. I have a important exam at 8:30 am Tuesday. It's 2:20am Tuesday morning and I have yet to even open my notebook. I think I'll enjoy being unemployed. Am I allowed to step over a midget on

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1082090823991593552004-04-15T18:35:00.000-10:002004-04-15T18:51:02.186-10:00

Today is April 15th. This date brings not only my 23rd birthday, but also Tax Day. Many would think that being born on Tax Day is a sign of bad luck. But wait, it gets worse. April 15th is also the anniversary of Abe Lincoln's death. He was shot on the 13th, but died on the 15th. Today is also the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. It struck the iceberg on the 14th, but sank on

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1082089958978565952004-04-15T18:06:00.000-10:002004-04-15T18:37:36.340-10:00

Well, I must apologize for my recent lack of posting. I've been extremely busy pretending to work and wallowing in my own feces lately. Anyways...Here goes. Yesterday the Repro class I assist in got to go to a pig farm to artificially inseminate sows. This was by far the worst thing I've had to do since I've been here. Of course I got to go first. The first thing we had to do was to

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1081830673597783182004-04-12T18:19:00.000-10:002004-04-12T18:36:30.530-10:00

Boy, that movie about Jesus has made quite a nice chunk of change, hasn't it? There's something about a Jew getting tortured that really appeals to the world. Anyways, I've got an idea for a movie that's gonna blow "The Passion of the Christ" right out of the theatres. Yes, you guessed it. It's about feces. The title of my movie will be "The Passion of the Crap". Basically, it will be a 4

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1080874739266468102004-04-01T16:55:00.000-10:002004-04-01T17:08:11.060-10:00

Just when I thought I was running out of fecal adventures to write about, my good friend food poisoning has decided to pay me a visit. I don’t know what I ate to give me food poisoning, but I’ve got it. I haven’t eaten in two days, but I’ve been shitting like I have been eating non-stop. If all of you think that liquid feces shooting out of my ass every half hour was enough to keep me amused,

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1080704476503034772004-03-30T17:37:00.000-10:002004-03-30T17:44:52.873-10:00

Well folks, that's it. I do believe that I'm all out of shit to write about. It's now up to you, the readers, to keep this blog alive. Give me topics that you would like to see me rant about. I need ideas. Stuff you find offensive, stuff you don't find offensive but would like me to make offensive.....anything. I'm sure that in a few days I'll find something that pisses me off to write

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1080704191380873522004-03-30T17:23:00.000-10:002004-03-30T17:40:07.796-10:00

In high school, people tend to experiment. Some choose to experiment with drugs and other illegal substances. People in my high school liked to experiment with pedophilia. There were 4 of us in our circle of friends, even though I was pretty much kept around for the occasional amusing arm flailing meltdowns. The other three either tried pedophilia or had pedophilic desires. Due to current

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1080217051173176912004-03-25T02:01:00.000-10:002004-03-25T02:20:59.966-10:00

People keep telling me that if I continue to make fun of retarded people, that when I have a kid, it will end up retarded. One: I'm never having children. Two: If I do have a child, I hope it is retarded! I don't get to see retards all that often. Maybe once a month I'll be lucky to bump into a retard at a store or something. Those few moments in which I get to study the retard provide

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1079998433576342042004-03-22T13:32:00.000-10:002004-03-22T13:37:59.530-10:00

I have finally found something I don’t enjoy concerning defecation. I hate when I’m taking a dump and the turd just won’t drop out of my asshole. It stops with about an inch and a half to go and just hangs there. I’ve given this certain fecal phenomenon the name “Lynched turd”. This happened to me last night. I went through my usual defecation routine, but the fecal torpedo just wouldn’t

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1079996381651510902004-03-22T12:57:00.000-10:002004-03-22T13:03:51.733-10:00

Boy, there’s been a great deal of suicide bombings lately, hasn’t there? People, who feel as if their last resort is to strap on a leisure suit of explosives and take as many people as they can with them to meet Satan. How bad can life be to drive someone to the point of scattering pieces of themselves all over a sidewalk? Awww, Jews are taking your land? So fucking what?! They take

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1079864564408271992004-03-21T00:05:00.000-10:002004-03-21T00:26:07.640-10:00

It's 12:00am on Saturday Night and I've had a few to drink, so I thought I'd ramble. I just don't like people of color. I get to come home this summer and put my dog to sleep. Believe it or not, this actually makes me sad. I find feces funny. I find AIDS even funnier than feces. A disease that kills people for having sex makes me happy and feel safe. John Kerry is a douche bag. Yes, I know

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1079438264830874172004-03-16T01:43:00.000-10:002004-03-16T02:02:18.576-10:00

Yesterday, I got a letter from the university delivered to me at my desk. It stated that I have a unpaid balance that needed to be paid or my registration would be canceled. Yesterday was the 15th. The letter told me that the bill needed to be paid by March 1st. The letter was postmarked the 12th. Only two weeks late. I went online and saw that my registration was indeed, canceled. On

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1079153022924926762004-03-12T18:25:00.000-10:002004-03-12T18:46:54.500-10:00

The reproduction class I TA has to be one of the most disturbing classes I've ever been a part of. For lab this week, we went out to one of the Dairy Farm to Palpate cows. For those of you unfamiliar with cow palpation, it involves putting one's arm into the cows rectum to "feel" the reproduction tract through the anal wall. Now this seems like the ideal class for me to teach. The professor

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1078890435493082852004-03-09T17:45:00.000-10:002004-03-09T17:50:22.936-10:00

As of Yesterday....Joey still has feces on his face. It's been almost two weeks.

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1078889020723215742004-03-09T17:08:00.000-10:002004-03-09T17:26:48.373-10:00

One of the preconceived notions I had when I moved here was that with the large Asian population here in Hawaii, there would be a lot of Ninjas and Samurai. So far, I have yet to see any. I was really looking forward to meeting and probably getting my ass kicked by a horde of ninjas. But, sadly, I yet to see any ninjas or samurai. I've been looking too. I look around at night, on top of

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1078888070168364322004-03-09T17:02:00.000-10:002004-03-09T17:11:38.640-10:00

This is just a small list of things that usually come up in my everyday conversations. Of course, it's almost always me that brings them up. Anger Feces Racial & religious intolerance Hippie hatred Threats of death and bodily harm Sexual innuendo Gay Bashing Excessive Profanity Wishing AIDS upon people Emission of Bodily gases False hope of the Cubs winning the World Series

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1078761352892927092004-03-08T05:22:00.000-10:002004-03-08T06:00:52.856-10:00

I was in a Chinese Takeout establishment on Saturday night waiting for my Beef and broccoli when three black guys came in. At first I was nervous. I knew that Black people normally don't eat Chinese food, so I naturally assumed that they were there to rob the place and me. So, I started reaching for my wallet, only to find that they were there to actually get food. I was amazed. Of course,

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1078455925260556542004-03-04T16:38:00.000-10:002004-03-04T17:08:26.296-10:00

Well, it looks like Gay Marriage is the issue that just won't die. I'm getting sick and tired of flipping through all the TV channels to find everyone STILL discussing gay marriage. I posted a little while ago on how I thought that gay marriage should be banned, along with straight marriage. But honestly, I really don't give a fuck about gay marriage. You know why? I'm not gay. Gay marriage

Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11286831976555546165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220654.post-1078375919253907562004-03-03T18:20:00.000-10:002004-03-03T18:54:59.153-10:00

I love having a retard as a landlord. A fuse was blown last night and the power went out all throughout the property. Normally when the power goes out, it's not that big a deal since my alarm has a battery backup. However, when someone is so stupid that they don't know how to change the fuse and just let everyone live without power, then it becomes a problem for people who need to wake up in

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