Heroes

Good morning people.  Mr. Charlie is back in today and I’m not in the best of moods.  When I’m not in a good mood I act out in small ways when I come to work.   One way that comes to mind is the elevator.  I’ll be on my way to the elevator and I’ll hear that someone is walking behind me, more than likely on their way to the elevator, and when i get on the elevator, I’ll stand to the corner , just out of sight so the person behind me can’t make eye contact, and let the doors close.  They are probably like “Damn, he coulda held the elevator for me.”  I don’t care though.  I’m in a bad mood.  But now that I think about it, I do it when I’m in a good mood too.  Corduroy can be rotten.

Club Freaks

Happy Monday everyone!  Usually I’m like Garfield when it comes to Mondays, but seeing as how Mr. Charlie isn’t in today, I’m loving it! Share in my joy as I relate an observation about the club.

So I went to the club on Saturday night.  Some local jokers were throwing some party through one of the party promotion companies and it came in my email last week so I decided to go to it.  You ever notice how nice those web flyers are? They are really nice and give the impression that a party will be on some P. Diddy sh!t, but usually when you get to the party, it’s the same ole same ole.

Whatever happened to that guy?

I’ve had some good laughs today. As I was chuckling about something or other it made me think back to when I was in sixth grade. There was a boy in my class that was so funny he had the class in tears on the regular. He’d always get in trouble with the teacher, but he was never disruptive to the point of disrespect.

Not trying to spoil your lunch

Hey ya’ll, I’m not trying to spoil your lunch, but as I was reading this story from the smoking gun, I could hardly control my laughter.  What can I say, I’m a guy who thinks farting is funny. Your dads and brothers probably do too! It’s a joke that never gets old!

Cop Hit In Gas Attack

West Virginia DUI arrestee charged with farting in officer’s face

Where the cute girls hang

Happy Friday everybody! This day always brings me great joy, as I’m sure it does for many of you.  Mr. Charlie is out of the office today, so you know I moseyed up in here late.  That’s so black of me, I know, but it’s these little moments of pseudo-rebellion against The Man that makes life worth living! 

So as I was taking my sweet time getting ready for the mill this morning, in my head I was singing the friday song that Ryan Cameron would sing in the mornings on 107.9 (used to be 97.5) with the morning crew in Atlanta. 

“It’s Friday! It’s Friday!…It’s the end of the week and the last day!….. Corduroy it’s on you!….So what you gonna dooooooo!?!”

Funny Story

Hey ya’ll I was surfing a little and came upon this story. It made me lose it when I started reading it. I couldn’t make this up, and the link is below it for you to go see yourself:

Woman ‘tricked into sex’ by penis cream treatment

Tight Smile

I’m a little late today, for that I’m sorry.  Overslept.

As I’m walking past some of the people that work in my building coming in, I flash my tight smile and they flash their tight smile back….

What are you “In”?

I’m coming back from lunch and I see you all had a good time raking ole Corduroy over the coals.  I preciate cha!  Anyhow, as I was thinking back over the post, there was something I wrote that made me think of something.  I mentioned how I didn’t remember exactly what the hairy nose bandit did, but that she was in health care.

Blessing in disguise

Good morning people. I’ve been told that I’m pretty tough and that I am tactless. I think that my madness always has a justifiable method. An example of that comes in the following story:

Corduroy’s Internet meetup

I met this girl on blackplanet one time. I think she worked in health care or something like that. Might have been a nurse. We made plans to meet up mid day at this Mexican restaurant that wasn’t too far from my apartment. I arrived about five minutes late and she was already there waiting on me. We were seated promptly, and as we opened our menus, we started to chat.

Dealbreakers: take three

These first two almost go without saying, but I felt compelled to put them down anyway:

I hate to translate

Now my vocabulary is decent. Decent enough for you to know I’m no dummy.  At the same time, Akeelah would probably kick my ass if we went head to head, so I’m somewhere in the middle.