WOO WOO!!! The Joe TTTRRAAIINN!!!
Or, "I spent $25 and all I got was four beers!"
OR, "Jeans! Smeans! Let's go wild!"
I've been sitting here looking at this blog window for 30 minutes now trying to get the old Joe Train back on track and do what I like to do best, entertain... No rants. No self-loathing. Just good old plain Joeness. So, yeah, I've been down in the dumps. We all get that way. This blog is meant to be something fun that I do. So, let's try to put the fun back. Hmmm... so, let me sit here for another 30 minutes thinking about this. Think funny... Think funny...
Blackmail
I've been blackmailed. So, they got this thing going on at work where we can pay... phone. BRB.... $10 and we can wear jeans everyday next week. I, for one, am sick of donating all the time. Hell, to be blunt, I am a charity myself (Please make donations to JOE). So, you know, I was thinking, "I don't want to donate anymore. It's not my problem you can't reach your goal. I think I will bow out on this one. I really don't care one way or another if I can wear jeans at work for one WHOLE week. It's just jeans. AND, I need the $10 because of a screw-up with my student loan." So, you know what this guy does? He sends e-mails out everyday with the names of those who have donated. Whose name isn't there? Yup, your's truly! I look like an idiot! That's not fair! So, to save face and not look like a Grinch (I am a sly one, Mr. Joe Grinch! I wouldn't touch me with a 10 and 1/2 foot pole!!!), I donate yet again. AND, to make matters worse, my jeans are dirty. I have to do my laundry! I hate doing laundry! I hate it! (Tack on $15 do laundry). AND, since I paid for the privilege to wear jeans, you KNOW I am going to get my ten dollars worth because I am that way. AND, my $15 worth, I guess. So, double whammy! $25 dollars poorer and now I have to do my laundry. Shit! AND, I need gas in my car! GAS! Why do I always have to keep putting gas in my car?!?!? You know, if I didn't have to work, I wouldn't have to drive to work and keep paying for gas and make the world warmer apparently, nor pay $10 to wear jeans next week. Why can't we all just commune! We can all work naked!
Sigh... what a wonderful thought that would be... communing naked.
Nostradamus Belgian Brown -- I spent $25 on four bottles of this stuff about two months ago, and my beer sources really haven't heard of of it. There is a little bit on line (they use the snail as a symbol! Ohhhhhh! The snail is the town's symbol... another ooohhhhhh... My town symbol is probably a pigeon. I hit one with my car the other day. It wasn't my fault. The damn thing wanted to die! I swear to you that is true!). What the heck was I thinking? Did I get my money's worth? After four bottles, will my life change at all? AND, how do I serve it at the recommended 55 degrees Fahrenheit. I think my fridge is broken at Absolute Zero. Now, I won't be able to taste it... Furthermore, I could've used that money for laundry and jean wearing! Had I known about my current predicament I would have.... okay, I would've spent the $25 on the beer. Oh well. I have to be me! Prost! And, I can drink the beer without paying for the privilege of wearing jeans. Hell, I can commune with it and be naked (Yes, the images of me naked in your heads are scaring the hell out of you, aren't they! MUHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAA!)
Season's Greetings
I greet the season with a $25 four-pack of beer! GO SEASON!
Oddly Enough, I have some thoughts!
Thoughts come at me rapidly and fast. Sometimes I can't remember if I had a thought or if I was thinking at the time the thought occurred. I am always thinking and that is the problem when I think about all those thoughts. Which thoughts are good ones? Which thoughts are not so good? What was I thinking when I thought about that??? Yes, my life is a never ending thought pattern that usually forces me to sit on the couch upset because I think I got rooked into paying for a $25 four-pack of beer. This isn't the first time I blew my wad on beer. I am working for my name on the marquee at Binny's in Chicago (Binny Joe's) or here at Friar Tucks (Friar Joe's). If anything, I have supplied the Christmas bonus for several future happy employees.
Nerd!
I am a Nerd! Seriously, who else would spend $25 on beer? A nerd that enjoys beer. It stands to reason.
Gadzooks!
An often underused expression that can really describe many situations. "I forgot my phone at work and I hit a tree! Gadzooks!" "Gadzooks! $25 for a four pack of beer? Well, put that in my cart!" And, "Gadzooks! Ten dollars to wear jeans?" Okay, maybe it should remain underused.
Here I sit a pondering...
I have lots of beer in my fridge. I think if my fridge were stolen I would be out more then $25 in beer. I won't be without jeans though. I don't put them in my fridge, yet. Seriously, the fridge is a lousy place for jeans. They belong in some sort of clothing storing device.
Okay, I think that about does it for stupid stuff for the day. So, let's put on the jeans and drink the expensive beer! Later!
OR, "Jeans! Smeans! Let's go wild!"
I've been sitting here looking at this blog window for 30 minutes now trying to get the old Joe Train back on track and do what I like to do best, entertain... No rants. No self-loathing. Just good old plain Joeness. So, yeah, I've been down in the dumps. We all get that way. This blog is meant to be something fun that I do. So, let's try to put the fun back. Hmmm... so, let me sit here for another 30 minutes thinking about this. Think funny... Think funny...
Blackmail
I've been blackmailed. So, they got this thing going on at work where we can pay... phone. BRB.... $10 and we can wear jeans everyday next week. I, for one, am sick of donating all the time. Hell, to be blunt, I am a charity myself (Please make donations to JOE). So, you know, I was thinking, "I don't want to donate anymore. It's not my problem you can't reach your goal. I think I will bow out on this one. I really don't care one way or another if I can wear jeans at work for one WHOLE week. It's just jeans. AND, I need the $10 because of a screw-up with my student loan." So, you know what this guy does? He sends e-mails out everyday with the names of those who have donated. Whose name isn't there? Yup, your's truly! I look like an idiot! That's not fair! So, to save face and not look like a Grinch (I am a sly one, Mr. Joe Grinch! I wouldn't touch me with a 10 and 1/2 foot pole!!!), I donate yet again. AND, to make matters worse, my jeans are dirty. I have to do my laundry! I hate doing laundry! I hate it! (Tack on $15 do laundry). AND, since I paid for the privilege to wear jeans, you KNOW I am going to get my ten dollars worth because I am that way. AND, my $15 worth, I guess. So, double whammy! $25 dollars poorer and now I have to do my laundry. Shit! AND, I need gas in my car! GAS! Why do I always have to keep putting gas in my car?!?!? You know, if I didn't have to work, I wouldn't have to drive to work and keep paying for gas and make the world warmer apparently, nor pay $10 to wear jeans next week. Why can't we all just commune! We can all work naked!
Sigh... what a wonderful thought that would be... communing naked.
Nostradamus Belgian Brown -- I spent $25 on four bottles of this stuff about two months ago, and my beer sources really haven't heard of of it. There is a little bit on line (they use the snail as a symbol! Ohhhhhh! The snail is the town's symbol... another ooohhhhhh... My town symbol is probably a pigeon. I hit one with my car the other day. It wasn't my fault. The damn thing wanted to die! I swear to you that is true!). What the heck was I thinking? Did I get my money's worth? After four bottles, will my life change at all? AND, how do I serve it at the recommended 55 degrees Fahrenheit. I think my fridge is broken at Absolute Zero. Now, I won't be able to taste it... Furthermore, I could've used that money for laundry and jean wearing! Had I known about my current predicament I would have.... okay, I would've spent the $25 on the beer. Oh well. I have to be me! Prost! And, I can drink the beer without paying for the privilege of wearing jeans. Hell, I can commune with it and be naked (Yes, the images of me naked in your heads are scaring the hell out of you, aren't they! MUHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAA!)
Season's Greetings
I greet the season with a $25 four-pack of beer! GO SEASON!
Oddly Enough, I have some thoughts!
Thoughts come at me rapidly and fast. Sometimes I can't remember if I had a thought or if I was thinking at the time the thought occurred. I am always thinking and that is the problem when I think about all those thoughts. Which thoughts are good ones? Which thoughts are not so good? What was I thinking when I thought about that??? Yes, my life is a never ending thought pattern that usually forces me to sit on the couch upset because I think I got rooked into paying for a $25 four-pack of beer. This isn't the first time I blew my wad on beer. I am working for my name on the marquee at Binny's in Chicago (Binny Joe's) or here at Friar Tucks (Friar Joe's). If anything, I have supplied the Christmas bonus for several future happy employees.
Nerd!
I am a Nerd! Seriously, who else would spend $25 on beer? A nerd that enjoys beer. It stands to reason.
Gadzooks!
An often underused expression that can really describe many situations. "I forgot my phone at work and I hit a tree! Gadzooks!" "Gadzooks! $25 for a four pack of beer? Well, put that in my cart!" And, "Gadzooks! Ten dollars to wear jeans?" Okay, maybe it should remain underused.
Here I sit a pondering...
I have lots of beer in my fridge. I think if my fridge were stolen I would be out more then $25 in beer. I won't be without jeans though. I don't put them in my fridge, yet. Seriously, the fridge is a lousy place for jeans. They belong in some sort of clothing storing device.
Okay, I think that about does it for stupid stuff for the day. So, let's put on the jeans and drink the expensive beer! Later!
posted by "Just" Joe at 6:24 PM
1 Comments:
The $25 beer just went to my head... WEEEEEE!!! Go 9.5 ABV! WEEEEE!!!!
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