Sequels: How Some Tarnish Greatness.

Okay, so in hindsight I should have taken the words of wisdom of Mister Bones into mind and just steered clear of the sequel I had been waiting for since hearing of its release. That would-be clusterfuck of celluloid would be none other than Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day. Now,given, the title is kinda shitty to start off with. Mix that with nearly a decade of space after the OG and you have the beginnings of a catastrophe. But still I waited hopefully as a second chapter of the already badass happennings of the Irish brothers was gonna blow my mind with awesomeness! Well...it blew alright. At least the first twenty minutes or so that I have managed to let my eyes be raped by have. The aforementioned Bones texted me and told me that it was "working on being the worst sequel ever", but of course I dismissed this as the confused rantings of a crazy man. I mean c'mon, thee original cast, writer and director returning? This had to be a sequel to show all others how it's done! Well I stand corrected, as having tried to watch this movie made me want to go jihad on Troy Duffy! All I can say is, Bones you were right, too much humor and not enough story and action. Now,true, I can only vouch for the first twenty minutes, but for me that was enough. I didn't want my good memories of the Boondock Saints to be tarnished.

Welcome to my world...

I am going to rip off Spider Jerusalem a bit by saying this but, I hate it here! And no I don't hate everything, just most things. This will be my attempt at a daily blog/rant to save my sanity. I love my wife and my daughter, everything else is up for grabs. So fisrt and foremost, I hate Wal*Mart! Not just the store that is always brimming with toothless retards that can't drive a car much less a buggy, but also my cocksucking employer! That's right assholes, I work for the AntiChrist! I will explain more details later, but really do I need to? Ok...this is an edit to elaborate on my extreme contempt of the Mart, moreso the Mart.com. That's right fuckos, if you bought some shit online then most likely I have fondled it! Creepy huh? But the place is a nazi hellhole that is quite possibly the stem of my increasing hatred towards everything! I am a lowly associate and everything is above my pay grade, my supervisors are retards and my managers make special ed looks like Goddamn physics! Yeah I know, two special people comments. Sue me. Love the drooling bastards though. Now if my managers weren't enough, our GM is an intovert, autistic ghetto douche with no clue on how to actually run a fucking warehouse! And the daily cheer?!? Yes we have to do a gradeschool cheer every Goddamn morning to remind us of where we work and make sure we feel the right amount of degraded. Give me a W-A-L *squiggly* (yes an animated, full body motion SQUIGGLY!) M-A-R-T! There's more but for fuck's sake, really??? I fucking hate it here.