Maybe there's a full moon. Nothing huge is happening, but from my way into work until now...just some odd stuff.

As I'm driving in, I'm listening to some radio show...dude's talking about all the...uh...peculiarities of the British royal family (the whole William in the Nazi thing). Then, dude's comparing them to daughters of US Presidents. He likes the Bush twins, says Chelsea's never done anything...then starts busting on Amy Carter. Amy Carter? What the hell's that all about? What did Amy Carter ever do? I don't know...just weird...it's like doing a radio segment on Lady Bird Johnson. It's like hating on Webster. What'd Webster ever do to you?

Then the guy starts talking about some leaked memo or whatever that said that during the Bubba administration, the military was looking into some kind of Sex Bomb...a chemical weapon that would make the enemy horny, thus reducing morale...or worse...making them attracted to each other...a Gay Sex Bomb. OK, I can't count all the ways this is cool! A freakin Sex Bomb! So if we get one...then they get one...then, instead of MADD (Mutual Assured Destruction Deterrence), we'd have MAPP (Mutually Assured Priapic Prevention) nobody would drop the sex bomb because then the other country would drop theirs then we'd all be walking around with painful 4-hour erections. Damn, I really wish women would just get it together and vote all the guys out...we'd be better off.

Freakin Sex Bomb.

So, I get into work and, without going into certain details, I get a phone call from someone who has no business telling me what to do, telling me what to do...the thing is, she doesn't realize she's talking to me so she's making up a lie about me so that the person she thinks she's talking to tells me. "{Whitee's} real picky, he only likes being told where to go from {people in my position}."

"Uh. No I don't."

"Yes, I know he does."

"Whatever" {click}

This place blows.

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I'm not too sure, but I think I got a bunch of more visitors to the site because the other day I mentioned how stupid, vacuous and...uh...did I mention stupid...people are who not only give a crap about Jennifer Aniston & Brad Pitt, but say they're happy about them splitting up. So losers who searched the web for this crap stumble upon whitee.com because I have their names in my blog. (oops...did it again)

Hey. Loser. Yeah, I'm talking to you. You're a big loser because you're trolling the internet looking for stuff on Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt. You hear me? Because you have nothing better to do than to be happy over the sorrow of Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt - that makes you a loser. You should worry about your own miserable existence and not Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt. Do you think Jennifer Aniston or Brad Pitt are on their computers right now, scouring the internet looking for when the last time was you picked your ass? That doesn't sound like Jennifer Aniston or Brad Pitt.

Fine. If we're going to get gratutious:

Viva La Biba