Malingering’s World

I was happy to hear from you and do appreciate the card, your thoughts and prayers.

be safe
be blessed
Love You both
Brian

Happy 3 year blogiversary to me! For something special, here are my photos of Engrish from China.

Please remember that I am not a princess, as I am both extremely ugly and exceedingly smart.

No scratch.

I am also Having Generous Vision, I Eading the World to a society of hate and disdain. Watch as I bring you all down with me.

Cause leap and Dart forth into the land of implants and asscracks. Who knows, you may just get stuck in there.

SUPERBLOGMOSTAMAZINGSITEPLEASECLICKHERENOW.

Fancy designer sell here expensive panties for sticking out over jeans to show nice brand name.

How very appealing.

(Note this is in the size for a 6 year old boy)
I don’t know many people with a size 36 pussy, so I completely understand the request. Don’t you want to see it?

Fortunately for Los Angeles, Labor Day has come and gone but summer fashion remains. Stay cool in a great backless halter top with matching red jeans. Nothing says HOT the way red does!

Dedicated to a Kindred Spirit:

I have popped a number of beach balls in my time. My first was in 2003. My record is 4 in one game on August 16, 2004. And no, despite the pleadings of those around me, I will not stop.

1) The beach balls are a distraction from the game. If you don’t want to watch the game, don’t come. Go to the park. Or the beach. I can tell you need some exercise.

2) Beach balls are not allowed at Dodger Stadium for a reason. Playing keep-away from the ushers is juvenile. If you can get Dodger Stadium to allow them and condone their existence in the ballpark, I promise I will stop popping them. I follow the rules at Dodger Stadium because I respect it. Hitting around a beach ball is a sign of disrespect to me, the players, and the game.

3) No, I don’t like the wave. This is because in the past two seasons, in a total of 73 games, I have not ONCE seen the Dodgers score during the wave. So I consider it unlucky and I won’t participate in it. However never in my life have I prevented anyone from doing the wave so your mature and creative visual of me stabbing people for standing up are funny but untrue.

4) I don’t give a fuck if your kid likes hitting them. That’s probably because you aren’t doing a good enough job getting them interested in the game. And clearly you aren’t teaching your kid to respect the game, respect the stadium rules, or respect Vin Scully. Bring the kid a transformer if he’s so fucking bored.

5) Balls end up on the field. It’s dangerous, it’s distracting, it’s annoying. It causes a delay of game. It breaks up the flow. Outfielders could trip on them. It’s embarrassing.

6) Vin Scully hates them too. Need I say more?

First off, objectification is so rampant in society that I see no need for me to be the sacrificial lamb for people who make beer commercials, all fashion models, and those chicks on Deal or No Deal. Second, I thought I was pretty clear that the intention here is to demonstrate how people objectify themselves, by dressing provocatively, implanting fake titties, and trying to make themselves sexual objects which for the most part backfires and is absolutely ridiculous. Lastly, if we want the world to be a more socially conscious place, don’t we need to look at the choices we ourselves make?

Like the choice to wear printed underwear under see-through leggings which intentionally or not, draws everyone’s attention to our ass?

This sight makes me sad. She was all excited to put on those 4 inch black and white patent leather heels and showcase them on 3rd Street Promenade knowing full well that they perfectly complemented her Sephar bag, and then she got a blister and had to carry them around all day walking in her barefeet trying to avoid puddles of dog pee and loogies while she window shops. Another dream, crushed by harsh reality.

There is something about a 1 inch strip of calf hair that is really a big turn on. Too much hair and you’re overwhelmed and lost in the bush, not enough hair and you feel like you’re a pervert because you’re looking at some prepubescent leg. But just that one inch peeking at you, and what seems like only you, that’s fucking hot.

Sorry, I know the crowd loves it, but I am sick of chubby 8th inning Journey lip sync-ing guy. He sits in loge, somewhere around aisle 123 row F, and they show him at every game, and he makes these horrible faces and hand gestures and at the end makes “super serious face” and points to his Dodger cap and the camera guys love him. Now he even has a little plastic microphone and they’ve un-delayed the cameras so that it matches up to the music (rather than the 2 second delay that used to make it look kind of odd) and that’s really great that they love him THAT much and that the crowd thinks it’s funny but some of us are really tired of it and I’m speaking for my section only and really that’s all I had to say because I am cranky and a bitch and I hate watching people have fun and want to bring a dark cloud over humanity or maybe I just hate seeing other season ticket holders get more attention than I do, not that I have a need to be on Dodgervision because I really don’t, unless of course it would help spread the word of my blog that might be kind of nice anyway I’ll get a photo of him and you can see what I’m talking about.

Yes, I am objectifying. Don’t tell me you’ve never done it.

Sent to me by a friend. It may become the blog mantra.

Matthew 6:25-27 (NIV) “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”