Walking on Water.

In this world we are bound to run across all sorts of people. There are white people, brown people, yellow people, not quite white people who speak spanish, not quite black people who speak french, French people who surrender at the first sign of danger and drunken Irishmen. The point is, there are a lot of folks with a lot of differences. I get it.

What I don't get are dykes and fags.

Now, before I go on I need to define dykes and fags. Dykes and fags are homosexuals ...

It's been said many times that I have a huge ego. Women and men have told me that I can't fit in the room with my ego, reminding me frequently of how much I like my ego to be stroked.

Now, I will be the first to admit that I have a big ego, though I would never say I have a huge ego...just bigger than most.

As for enjoying having my ego stroked...I can't deny that. I love having my ego stroked. There are few things as satisfying as a well-stroked ego.
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I have a tool box at home. It is fully loaded with various wrenches, screw drivers, hammers, pliers, oil filter wrenches, ratchet sets of varying size and other weapons of mass destruction.

In another tool box I have a drill. The drill is a cordless rechargeable drill with two batteries, a charger and has two screw driver bits clipped to it's base so I can interchange them quite quickly. Within that tool box I have two cases of drill bits. One case has metal/wood bits and the other ...

I was in the lunch room in the building where I work the other day, Go figure, I was eating lunch. Anyway, there were a *butt load of magazines on one of the table.

Being bored and lonely (no one wanted to eat with me because I am mean) I grabbed a couple magazines (stole them from fearful co-workers) and sat down to lunch. Upon opening the magazines I learned that they were movie/TV star gossip magazines.

I don't get it. Who the fuck are these people? I never heard ...