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Some People Can Be So Childish
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What up peeps? So... ole Jimmy's falling into that same old trap huh? That of the "Not posting new blogs" variety. Same old, same old huh? Oh well, What are you gonna do? Anyway, July the fourth is tomorrow and as you may or may not be aware, we here in America like to take this day and remember how we broke free of British rule some 200 and something years ago to form one nation, under (insert supreme deity here), with liberty and justice for those who can afford it... um I mean all. Yeah, for all. Don't get me wrong, I genuinely love my country and the freedom it affords me, but I do get a bit cynical (a bit?) when it comes to those who run it. (i.e. that dufus in that big house on Pennsylvania Ave. Ah - but that is a discourse for another time and place. After all, we all know that I am a man of nonsensical ramblings, simply here to amuse, and that I have no strong opinions on such weighty matters as politics or religion... right? Now, what was I talking about... ah yes (On a side note - coincidentally the only note I know how to make - if I happen to type "ah yes" in my blog (as I tend to do when I pretend to have forgotten what I was writing about) I find it's best to hear it in your head as though it's coming from Alan Rickman as Hans Gruber in the first Die Hard movie. What was it you said Mr. McClane? Ah yes... Yippie-ki-yay mudderfucka. Now, back to our regularly scheduled ramblings.), drinking and barbeque.) Yep, as a celebration of our freedom, we like to get piss drunk and gorge ourselves on delicious barbeque. Then, for good measure, we like to blow some stuff up. Well, that's what I like to do anyway. Ah freedom, it's everything it's cracked up to be. So, Happy Independence Day my fellow Americans. Please do try to not blow yourselves up. Now, I have a questions for you.

Yes, you. No, not the person behind you. Stop looking around, I'm talking to you. Let me ask you something. Let's say you had a coworker who (whom?) you suspected had played a practical joke on you by changing some of the keys on your computer keyboard around while you were in Indianapolis shooting video of one of your company's aerial platform trucks for use in a promotional video. (Please keep in mind that this is, of course, hypothetical.) Let's also say, hypothetically, that you knew that this particular individual had disdain for Peyton Manning (quarterback for the Indianapolis Colts - IYDK). While we're just throwing out hypotheticals, let's also say that maybe he was out of the office on Friday. Would it be out of line if a certain individual chose to (hypothetically) exact his revenge by (hypothetically) taking the pictures of the said practical jokester's children out of the frames on his desk and (hypothetically) made copies of them and (yep, you guessed it - hypothetically) superimposed Peyton (and his brother Ellie)'s faces on their faces and then allegedly (changing it up a bit) put them back in the frames? Would it? Be out of line? Yeah, I thought so. Apparently though, someone may or may not have hypothetically allegedly done such a thing.

I mean, it wasn't me, of course. That would be... well, that would just be childish. Later.

Until next time: If you say I can't, that's a line in the sand. Cause I betcha, I betcha, I betcha I can.