the mean season…

as the bastard was wolfing down his brekky the other day, he was watching the effing chris Matthew's show.

I frikkin hate that guy

that sanctimonious blowhard shill gets my ire up every Sunday, which is why the wife tries to keep caillou on for the babby.

but what she doesn't know is…

I frikkin HATE caillou, that sanctimonious whiny prick.

always with the whining and the self discovery and the fucking overall wearing teacher.

frikkin bald jerk. go mine me some oil sand you asshole.

but the bastard is getting off track here.

chris Matthews.

on his show on Sunday, his panel of left wing bobble heads are talking about the upcoming Iowa cockus tomorrow

so…

they rock out a sizzle reel of the last 500,000 Iowa cockuses so that I can break my flatscreen with a hammer when the voices tell me that Walter Mondale is in my living room.

I guess the baby isn't going to be able to wash THAT. memory out of her brain.

fucking Walter Mondale.

anyway, with that mess of glass and plasma on my floor, I realize,

A: the bastard bought some fly ass bar stools at ikea

and

B: we are standing on the precipice of what will be the single filthiest presidential election in American history.

FILTHY

and the bastard isn't so sure he can stand it.

but he does have a Des Moines t-shirt.

Des Moines: hell yeah

—the bastard

cold beer...who's ready...

...was the mighty vendors cry.

and the bastard was most assurantly ready.

the bastard waves his empty cup and the beer man cometh.

"you ready sir?"

"with a cry like that, how can I not be."

"it's a good cry. know what ahm sayin? it's because I'm always ready."

you gotta admire a man who has the courage of his convictions. I made sure to tip him. you gotta pay a man for giving you your material sometimes.

you know, the bastard doesn't go in for the baseball much but, he sure does love going to a game from time to time. especially if it's a new park. I kinda like thus town.

I'm ready. wow. some guy just hit a home run. nice!

—the bastard

today in bobble history

10:00 walking in late with the president of the company at his tail, look of disguist on his face... Mummering to himself, is it only Monday? How will i make it thru the week without suicide?

chairman (1:33:05 PM): sorry

chairman (1:33:14 PM): its real bad

bobble (1:38:24 PM): i know chairman

bobble (1:38:26 PM): its very bad

bobble (2:14:56 PM): is it ok to go to a broadway show on mon night w sales monkey from mmg?




bobble (4:20:12 PM): very weak right now

bobble (4:28:17 PM): fuck chairman

bobble (4:28:20 PM): u know fuck

so there you have it. a day in the life of bobble.

—the bastard