Psych'd up

Usually I wouldn't suggest this show to anyone else because of it's really obscure humor references and ad libbing. But I wanted to give this episode of Psych it's due.

http://www.hulu.com/watch/58733/
psych-an-evening-with-mr-yang#s-p1-so-i0


It is by far the best episode of the series. If you like it and are thinking about watching other episodes of the series, then, in a way I am setting you up for failure. But this one deserves it's kudos.

Good Good! Fresh Fresh! Pervert Time!

For once in a blue mood I was granted lunch at noon! I had to take advantage of this opportunity and hit up the local hot spot. I called up Migs. Picked him up. He called Brader. And the three of us met for lunch at Taco Time.

It was pretty nice to get out of the bank for an hour on payday. Taco Time during the lunch hour is just as packed as the bank. Most of the workers are held behind the counter receiving and making orders. There aren't any Taco Time workers to walk around and pick up garbage. But this time there was one worker walking around offering to pick up trays and dispensing friendly phrases along the way.

While Migs is trying to talk to us, Brad and I are overhear this guy talking to a female customer tossing her trash.

'Hi. Was your meal good?'

'Uh, yes it was thank you.'

'Would you like to know why it was so good?'

'Um...sure.'

'Because I made it for you.'

Brad's eye's light up in shock. I am trying not to laugh audibly. Migs is flat out confused about why we are laughing when he is being serious. The lady walks out probably creeped out to the max. And the worker continues his rounds.

Brad and I are trying to explain to Migs what just happened when the guy makes his way back in our direction. First, he talks to the mother, who Migs thinks is a downright milf, and her little girl sitting across from us.

'Oh, Hi...Is that quesadilla yummy??'

The little girl nods 'yes' in fright. The mom smiles awkwardly.

'Yeah? Good choice!'

Wow. At this point I'm ready to go back to work. But Brad offers to go get me a refill so I'm stuck in my seat until he comes back. Right as Brad gets back the worker circles back to our table.

'Hey, guys, how's it goin'? How was your food?

'Good.'

Creepy Taco Time Worker 'Can I take that trash for you?'

US--- 'No, that's ok.'

C.T.T.W. ---'Are you headed back to work?'

Me -- I'm backing up trying to escape. 'Um, yeah. So, I'll see you guys later. Call you aft....'

C.T.T.W. --- 'Oh yeah, do you guys all work together?'

All three, 'No.'

C.T.T.W. --- 'Well that's cool. What do you all do?'

Me --- 'Well, I gotta go. I gotta get back to work. See ya, Matt and Brad....later... taco... time...guy...'

C.T.T.W. --- 'Oh, thanks, you have a good one, too.'

After I leave the taco time guy keeps asking questions about me.


'He had to get back to work, huh?
So, where does that guy work? What does he do?'

Brad and Matt -- 'Sorry...uhh...we gotta go.'

WTF. It's one thing to care about your customers and offer to take there trash or ask about your service. It's another thing to prey upon them like a pedophile. Good thing I drove or else he might have followed me the two blocks back to the bank on foot. Matt has advised me never to return. I kind of wonder if he does that to all the teens who walk in for lunch from Bellevue High School....Pervert alert. This guy games on anything that walks into Taco Time.

I know what you're thinking. He saw my ad back in July 2007 on craigslist and he just wants a little 'SEXY TIME NOW!!!!'

Chris Hansen is a Cock Block

I kept thinking about my day, so, I couldn't sleep. I surfed the internet in jeege-like fashion. Eventually, I checked my email for any responses from the posts. One response. Let the inquisition begin! Here is the dialogue:
So called candice --- I love experienced older men! Fuck young guys.

Me - I think Chris Hansen would not approve.

So called Candice - **** him. age is just a number sometimes ya know

Me - It's, also, a barrier like bars in a prison cell.
How old are you?

S.C.C. -- 18

Me - Okay. I'm going to need to see some ID. And go buy me some smokes.


This is just what anti-myspace mom feared would happen to her 'IN THE BUTT' daughter. Some salt n peppered just for men stranger would put it in her butt.





Sorry, this couldn't be more meaningful since I am falling asleep on my keyboard.

First and Foremost

It seems to me like a terrible day to start a blog. Screw it. Let's start this up the right way.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-EN8dpAvBw

With a laugh in mind I decided to post a craigslist personal ad titled 'TOO MANY DICKS ON THE DANCE FLOOR' located at Brodeo Arena with a picture of a girl getting bukkake facialed and a couple lines quoted from the song (For those of you on the dynasty website the other day that was the link I tried to post. Sadly I messed that up and sent you the email addy for it). I was expecting some joke emails mixed in with a couple serious ones. Instead all I received were emails stating, 'My wife loves to be naked in a room full of guys.' 'Love the idea. I'm Serious. Send pictures.' 'Will you boys tip well?' WTF.... Not one of the emails got the joke.

So, I sat there and thought to myself, "Wow. And here I thought I was a pervert for googling 'nude photos of Jessica Alba.' Ok, I'm still a pervert. But these people take it to a whole new level.' It got me thinking about the type of people that do this sort of thing. The kind of people Chris Hansen makes money chasing. The ultimate perverts. Then I remembered that fateful July day back in 2007. The day the real perverts came out to play. Oh, what a cruel, amazing prank was played upon me that day.

Matthew Migliore unknowingly to me posted a photo of me in the M4M section of craigslist. He received so many email he couldn't even respond to all of them. Of the few he did respond to he gave out my number. I started receiving phone calls from guys asking if I wanted to get together later for a midnight romp. The text messages read like graphic homosexual romance novels: 'I wanna rub your hot body in oil and suck your **** while you make that sexy face you did in the photo.' My inbox filled up with these messages. I had to silence my phone for the rest of the night.
When I tried to pull the prank back on metrosexual matt I didn't get him nearly as bad. Many of the guys that did respond were ready to meet the birthday boy at Kell's downtown for a one on one special time. But someone has to draw the line somewhere. I got owned by a wave San Francisco busboys and their pimp, Matthew Migliore.


I did learn a couple things. First, if I ever plan on coming out of the closet I would sure be welcome. Lastly, Chris Hansen is a cock block. http://seattle.craigslist.org/see/cas/1049551097.html