Twelve Followers!!!! Here's Your Happy Ending...

Oh my! I got on here and saw that there's a whole twelve of you that willingly have subjected yourselves to my nonsense! Good for you. Really. So, because I'm so honored I would love to share something personal about myself with you. Here we go, kids. I do this thing. If I see an old, historic looking building with the appropriate architectural elements that meet the standards of my personal aesthetics... I want to own it, and I want to run it as a brothel.
So, I should state that I have no concrete postition on legalized prostitution. Honestly, I lean towards the pros if health insurance is provided and it meets an extremely long list of standards. Illegal prostitution is nothing to glamorize.
But on that note, I like to fantasize about owning and operating a brothel. Or at least owning a brothelesque structure and having mad parties. Not like the tacky nonsense they have in Nevada's counties outside Vegas. No. They used to be everywhere, and some quite classy and respectable which of course is the type of place I would run. (By the way, yes I've already read "Sin in the Second City". This idea predates that. Great book though.)
All this babbling leads to my asking YOU to submit pictures HERE of beatiful architectural structures that you feel should would be fitting to house imaginary women of ill repute. I myself will be taking pictures from my own area. Yeah, so I think all 12 of you are my FB friends so email your pictures on there and I'll put them here. Don't forget to say where the building is located and if you would rather not have your name attached to it. That's it! Goodnight!

It's "Bottles and Cans", Not "Bottles and Can'ts"

It's Sunday. I actually had the day off, which is rare. Normally I work weekends. I hate Sundays. I still remember having to get up early to go to church as a kid, and we didn't have cable so all the shows and outdated movies on TV sucked. So, to continue the suckiness of Sundays I returned bottles/cans today. One thing you should understand is that I drink a lot of beer. And other bottled beverages. Mostly beer though. And I dread returning them because it's such a pain in the ass, so I put it off until my collection is out of control. I always try to look presentable when doing it because here in NY we have those machines that you feed bottles into one at a time, and because I have two cart loads of fucking Keystone light I would rather that the passing shoppers think twice before they assume I'm a homeless alcoholic.
There is a bottle return etiquette that most people fail to recognize. Please separate your glass, plastic and aluminum. I'm gonna be there all fucking day anyway, I don't need some asshole with a shopping bag full of all three types of recyclables taking up three machines at once while I stand there hoping that I don't see someone I know. Also if the machine is full, don't stand there bitching while it beeps. Go press the goddamn bell so one of the associates can empty it so I don't have to listen to you bitch and the machine beep. Lastly, don't put bottles in the machine with limes, cigarette butts etc. still in them. I'm not sure if it messes up the machine or effects the recycling process, but it's fucking gross. Seriously. On a more positive note, I'm $35 richer because of my drinking and efforts. Yes, $35. Happy Sunday.

Another Upstate Saturday Night...

Why, hello Jess, Stephen and Nick!

Yay! I have three followers! I'm ironing out the details here, but I'm on this shit. I've gotten all bashful and want my first 'real' post to be monumental! And if any of you can come up with some clever tagline for this blog, I'd appreciate it. Bear with me, babies...