Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry F*ckin Christmas...

Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Art Moreno, the owner of the Angels, and Tony Reagins, the G.M., right here tonight. I want them brought from their happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want them brought right here, with big ribbons on their heads, and I want to look them straight in the eyes and I want to tell them what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, fore-fleshing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sacks of monkey shit they are! Hallelujah!! Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol?

Sunday, December 7, 2008

UPDATE: Operation Jeepers Creepers

The grill, radiator, and air conditioner condenser are all removed and a new belt was put into place.

Deconstruction is now complete!! This is the new grill in place. No your eye's do not deceive you, the grill is black. This is just the primer coat and it still needs to be painted.