WTF Moment: Starbucks

WTF

While at Starbucks, this guy backs up and puts his hands behind his back and reaches for my crotch. WTF, I just backed up and pushed his hand away and said “what the hell are you doing?” and he responds “forever”.

WTF: THE MURDER GODS

murder god

With all the technology today, why do people think that they will get away with sending objects that will kill other people or why do they think that mass shootings at churches or schools or grocery stores are their idea and not someone else’s idea that is going to make sure that they are no where near the situation when it goes down. In my case, they were all outside the VA and when I stepped out they just stared and said “what makes you so special”. I guess because I know and I know that what you want doesn’t help me, it just makes sure that you can continue doing being the murder god.

  1. remember to visit your EENT doctor
  2. it doesn’t matter which way you point your thumb
  3. F*ed up from the FEET UP
  4. Catch the wave
  5. Eye will be seeing you
  6. Wrecked them or rectum, see your proctologist

The awkward part, one of them coerced a woman that I knew (wink), wanted to get in on the action of taking me out, I am worth $590,000 dead, which he would have gotten a taste of.

I THANK GOD FOR BOXING

boxing gloves

I would like to share a story of why everyone should do boxing.

I have trained in boxing, on and off, for the past thirty odd years. Have never been good enough to really do anything with it financially speaking, but it has kept me in good shape. When I severely sprained my ankle while working in the border Patrol, I stood on one leg and and a leg with an air cast and used boxing drills to keep me in shape. As soon as I was cleared to run again, something that I used to love to do, I was able to run down a group of illegal citizens that had crossed. Chasing them down for a little less than a mile, carrying all my equipment , the day after I was cleared to return to work. Boxing is an amazing sport that fine tunes your body. What it does mostly, it refines your reflexes. It makes them quicker and steady.

This was never more apparent when my son, at the age of 8, for some reason decided to cross the street running while an SUV had just accelerated at full speed to beat a light. I had just turned my head to the right to look for oncoming traffic when I caught my son, who was to my left, through the corner of my eye, racing into the middle of the street. Out of nowhere, my left hand, my best hand, I used to throw a mean and quick left hook, even though I’m righty, reached out and grabbed him and pulled him back. The SUV was literally, not figuratively, right upon him. I pulled him back and out of the way. All I can think is that if my son gotten hit that day, I would have never been able to live with myself. It would have devastated me. My son apologized and he knew better. I have been teaching him to the cross the street since he was 5. I don’t know what got into his head.

I thank boxing, it literally saved my son’s life.

I THANK GOD FOR BOXING

boxing gloves

I would like to share a story of why everyone should do boxing.

I have trained in boxing, on and off, for the past thirty odd years. Have never been good enough to really do anything with it financially speaking, but it has kept me in good shape. When I severely sprained my ankle while working in the border Patrol, I stood on one leg and and a leg with an air cast and used boxing drills to keep me in shape. As soon as I was cleared to run again, something that I used to love to do, I was able to run down a group of illegal citizens that had crossed. Chasing them down for a little less than a mile, carrying all my equipment , the day after I was cleared to return to work. Boxing is an amazing sport that fine tunes your body. What it does mostly, it refines your reflexes. It makes them quicker and steady.

This was never more apparent when my son, at the age of 8, for some reason decided to cross the street running while an SUV had just accelerated at full speed to beat a light. I had just turned my head to the right to look for oncoming traffic when I caught my son, who was to my left, through the corner of my eye, racing into the middle of the street. Out of nowhere, my left hand, my best hand, I used to throw a mean and quick left hook, even though I’m righty, reached out and grabbed him and pulled him back. The SUV was literally, not figuratively, right upon him. I pulled him back and out of the way. All I can think is that if my son gotten hit that day, I would have never been able to live with myself. It would have devastated me. My son apologized and he knew better. I have been teaching him to the cross the street since he was 5. I don’t know what got into his head.

I thank boxing, it literally saved my son’s life.