Some Old Things Do Not Change In Cruisy Bars

I had a good laugh with my friend, Spillers, now living in Knoxville. He told me that he went to New Orleans last week just to see what is up on Bourbon Street. Spillers and his friends went to different bars and he ended up having a blast time.

Then it was mentioned that they should check out the bar called The Phoenix / Eagle, the infamous cruising spot where you can see things in its unnatural occurences upstairs, especially in the bathroom. So off to that bar they went!

Spillers said that he was astonished to see a complete blackout on the whole floor upstairs. He went on to mention that it was nearly impossible to do this, that and there. Shortly, he realized that his wallet was missing. He groaned. Again, it was too dark in the bar to crawl around on the floor.

So it was already missing. He was so disappointed. I asked if he lost a lot of cash, he said no. It was about $30 plus four credit cards.

Shortly, he went to the bathroom to piss -- he mentioned that unlike the bar itself, the bathroom is not dark because it has red bulb brightening. He went to the stainless urinal tub only to find his driver's license, one credit card and hotel access card lying in the middle of stainless urinal tub. He had to pick these piss-drenched cards out of the tub!

Yes, he washed it. He said, "Why did not they take this credit card as well?"

This reminded me of a situation with Erik in '94 at Green Lantern in DC. I warned Erik to be aware of his wallet because the upstairs floor is notorious for wallets being pickpocketed, especially in the dark corner at the back of the bar.

Shortly, Erik wandered away from me as I was busy with a friend. Then I looked for Erik. He was drunk so bad -- I asked him where his wallet is. He realized that it was taken. We crawled on the floor searching -- so many penises hits on my forehead. Erik, Anderson, Schledt and I searched for his wallet -- Erik had to crunch some men's penises to get it out of our way. We could not find his wallet. But we found so many cum-filled dollars. We went to the bathroom to haul the trash bin onto the sink and went through it. Erik was crying hysterically.

It was such a drama. It was so dramatic.

Then we went to McDonalds to get us food. Yes, we paid it with cum-filled money. The look on the cashier's face was priceless as Erik splatted the money on the counter. After all, it is legitimate currency, honey.

Then we had to console Erik who said, "Fuck, I have to call Mom to cancel the credit cards! I have to get the driver's license! I have to get Gallaudet ID! I have to get fucking health insurance card from Mom! I have to call bank to secure the account! What a fucking hassle."

Anderson, Schledt and I listened and supported him.

It was 4 AM that we arrived at Erik's dormitory room in Benson Hall. As Erik entered the bedroom, he started to sob as three of us were perplexed and asked him why. Erik jumped and said, "LOOK! LOOK! ON THE BED!"

His wallet was there the whole time.

Gee! Thanks a lot, Erik, for making us to crawl on the floor for your fucking wallet!

Cheers,

R-

Nicolae Carpathia

Damn Jerry B. Jenkins and Tim LaHaye for doing a shitty job on Desceration and The Remnant. They have yet to make Nicolae Carpathia, as the Devil Incarnate, to terrify the people with his wondrous powers that God permitted him to have during the 7-year tribulations.

He *still* needs the gun to kill people. If I was the Devil Incarnate, I'd use my supernatural powers to slay people. Common sense dictates that you do not *use* handguns to terminate people. It is so low class to use the guns.

And when people got their heads chopped off, Nicolae acted like a sinister child guffawing at it. Lucifer Morningstar would not do that. He used to be the angel, for God's sake! He has the class. He is supposed to be cunning, beautiful, sly, evil but not like a fucking petty child who whined when the seas turned into blood!

C'mon, Lucifer Morningstar, also known as Satan, was God's first and trusted angel until he questioned God's position and fell out of His favor. From there, he knew the prophecies, and it is his job to fuck it up and ruin God's plans, using whatever is necessary -- but using people's guns, missiles and bombs to kill others? What a rip-off.

When the missile hits Petra and suddenly, a mile-long geyser of cold water exploded into the sky, Nicolae was horrified then became a drama queen. C'mon, that is not what Lucifer would have done, he would say in a calm but sinister tone, "So it is true, God ... perhaps, the next time, I shall make an incentive to ruin this." Nicolae *knew* the prophecies, it was his job to fuck up His Plan. But Jerry B. Jenkins and Tim LaHaye managed to downplay the Antichrist's character into a petty prick who cannot rely on his cohorts to do a decent thing. Perhaps, both authors aspired to be the bona-fide Xians to a point where they cannot imagine what it is like to be evil. They should get in touch with ... me for further explanations in the darkness' common sense. Their loss!

I'm done with two books, up next is Armageddon and Glorious Appearing. Ain't this picture cool? I wish I could find a picture of me bowing a little with that sinister smile.

Cheers,

R-

For Your Amusement

This picture was taken last April by kaybee -- she delayed for many months before sending it to me. I am still wondering why someone had their hands in my face when I was inebriated with kaybee.

Whose hands does it belongs to? Perlis or Regan? And why?

This picture should disprove Antiridor's mythical thesis that I'm evil-consuming, full of rage and anal retentive.

A Gift For Me 3 Weeks Ago: Someone emailed me to check his entry for a small gift that would amuse me. And it did. I thought I should share this with you but for some reasons, I got busy and fell behind with email correspondences. But now I'm catching up. So here is the link!

Cheers,

R-

This Is Funny ... and Absurd!

If you like this stuff ...



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Then visit this cool guy's archives so you can laugh out of your mind.

Stupid ... or fascinating website? Check this out. Your thoughts?

R-

I So Want Him!

OMG! Emergency! SVRS Operator #3210 is so HOT. If you call Sorenson Video Relay Service, try to ask for #3210. I told him that I'll blog about him. He smiled and said, "What is a blog?"

R-

Amazing Editorial

This is utterly amazing, coming from a place that is littered with Xians and conservatives in Staunton and Shenandoah Valley.

The blistering editorial by Staunton's local papers, Staunton News-Leader, regarding the homophobia attack on United Church of Christ in Middlebrook, Virginia was a tone that I did not expect from Staunton News-Leader. The United Church of Christ voted to endorse the same-sex marriage last July 4, 2005 -- setting off the hateful people to attack the church with graffiti and arson.

Cheers to Staunton News-Leader for doing the right thing. Hopefully, it sends a message to the people that hate is not a fixture we should live with.

For further information on the fire on the church, you can read few articles by Staunton News-Leader.

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People Who Lives In Glass Houses Should Not ...

Evangelist Graham Is ...: Billy Graham once admitted that he fucked a whore in Louisiana some years ago and begged the public for forgiveness. Bet you a dollar that he did it more afterwards, this time, he is more discrete than ever. You say, he's 86! Viagra! Levitra! Cialis!

Anyway, he preached about this, that and there. And his daughter was arrested in Florida for beating and choking her husband at Wal-Mart. I love this stuff. Made me smile to know that there are plenty of hypocrites out there. Maybe Billy did not spend enough time with his daughter -- on second thought, he probably fingered her -- eeww!

Don't Trust The Cops! Living in NYC, DC, VA, MD and PA -- I've seen enough. Do not trust the cops. They manipulated the reports, they berated the same people that they are supposed to protect and to serve. They are simply pigs. And I love this article as well.

Don't Let Lance Win! Go over the cliffs, Lance! I cannot stand you, you steroid freak!! I do not want you to win 7th straight Tour De France competition -- of course, I'm rooting for someone to toss the pipe into your wheel just to see you flip over. That would be so hilarious -- somebody stop him from winning this one. I do not want him to go out on a bang. I wanted him to go out with a whimper!! Don't tell me that Lance is hero -- he had the resources and money to take care of his Testicular Cancer while my good friend never had a chance at all, he had the gall to say that it is a miracle?! What a fucking joke. The best part is that his ex wife took care of him when he was sick, then when he got better -- he dumped her just like that for Sherry Crow. That slut. Drop dead -- if I see you in Austin, I'll give you the death stare! I cannot stand you, Lance Armstrong! Please die!

Launched Another Worthless Operation: The United States Armed Forces just announced that they launched an operation to sweep the insurgents. *yawn*. Was that Dickie Cheney saying that the insurgents are at its end few weeks ago? Suicide bombings still go off. An operation after an operation, it is not working at all. Get a clue, please.

Be Wary of CODA: Last night, I went to the local pub for a drink before visiting a friend. I ended up staying more than 2 hours. I got hit on by two women -- which is bit freaky, to say the least. Both gave me phone numbers and wrote a note, "YOU MUST CALL ME ASAP!" They are not ugly fellas, you'd be shocked if you saw them. I do not know why they hit on me. I'm just a receding hairline husky guy with a goatee, for God's sake!

Anyway, when I was done with my third drink and heavily buzzed, a guy on another table next to me signed, "Hi. Me Jake. I watch you talk with two gals. My parents deaf."

I was surprised, but I did not like it. In my opinion, it is rude for a person who knew ASL or is part of Deaf Community to sit back and mute for two hours, just to cruise our conversations in the process -- it is insulting.

I smiled and asked his last name, he smiled sheepishly and spelled it -- my eyes popped out. I knew the family -- in fact, Jake has a younger brother who graduated from Gallaudet, is member of Kappa Gamma fraternity -- I won't name names -- but you knew him to be infatuated with one athletic, bisexual woman from Florida. I forgot her name. Jake is older than this guy we knew at Gallaudet. Jake acted shameful to spell the family name.

You know, it is very common amongst the CODAs to resent Deaf parents or something like that. Off to therapy sessions, please.

Remember The Cute Quarterback? Remember I talked about Wyatt Sexton, a cute Florida State Quarterback who were apprehended by the cops after finding him lying on the street, spewing that he's God. He was mental, sort like that few weeks ago? It was reported that he was infected with Lyme Disease. Guess that comes with trying to live in a "suburban" neighborhood where the deer dominated -- you know how it works, you intruded the mother nature, the nature will set its own defensive mechanisms to protect itself. Har har.

Anti-gay Graffiti in Staunton Area: Normally, I don't give a fuck about anti-gay graffiti because it does not kill me. But this caught my attention because it happened in Middlebrook, a small village just outside of Staunton, Virginia where I grew up ant attended the deaf school. If you drove up the hill on Route 250, approaching the minimum correctional facility, you'll go downhill, but if you glance on your right side, you'll see many church spires all over the valley -- sometimes it is beautiful, sometimes it is ridiculous. Since this arson and anti-gay graffiti happened to be stained on this particular because they passed the resolution endorsing the gay marriage, it says a lot about people who do not embrace change. Like one said in a book I read, "You either change or ... get dust."

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