I have found that if you are a god-fearing, bible-thumping, holier than thou moron that attends Assembly of god churches 2-3 times weekly, for every child the wife has, she is allowed to put on 100 lbs. 9 times out of 10, that is what they do. I guess that eating less and exercising more is just too much work. They must think spending so many hours in the kitchen preparing so much food to shovel into their and their children's mouths constitutes enough exercise for the day.
They also probably figure that they lose so much weight when they take those monster shits everyday. Sorry tubbo, but your shits don't weigh as much as you think.
You know, it is rather fitting to abbreviate the name of the church to "ass of god". "God" needs to have a small "g" here. Has anyone seen the lazy, fat-asses sitting in those pews? I guess the ass of god church is also filled with a lot of chubby-chasers. Sure, when you marry them, they are either thin or maybe "pleasingly plump". You never expect them to balloon out the way that they did after 10 years or so, right?
So, do what most men in the Ass of god churches do: Wait till the last kid graduates from high school, and divorce the fat, snaggle-toothed bitch. If you don't want this to happen to you, don't be a dick. Just put down the fork. Remember, god said to treat your body like a temple. He didn't say to make your body the size of a temple!
You can't keep blaming everyone else for the problems in your life that you caused yourself. If you sucked someone else's dick before you married someone else, you had the choice to suck or not to suck. If you were, say, 16, got pregnant and had an abortion, you had the choice to fuck or not to fuck. The fucking isn't an issue in Minnesota, because the age of consent is 16 here. You would have to think every single day what that child would have been like, but you killed him/her. I am sure that anyone in that type of situation is either sorry that she did it, or she uses abortion as a form of birth control. Either way, this type of person would be considered "damaged goods" and would be sucking cocks in hell no matter what she thinks. That is, if you believe in that kind of shit.
Sorry, got on a tangent here... Lets see... Ass of god women... Check... Fat... Check... Body size of a temple... Chubby-chaser husbands... Check...
That's it for now! And remember, any similarities to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ;)
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Well, well... OpenSky or OpenScam?
I just got finished reading a blog on someone who used OpenSky to sell items. They call it "OpenScam" because they received an e-mail from "OpenSky" stating, "You must have at least 4,000 followers and have expertise in women's lifestyle to become a curator and sell products on OpenSky."
Of course, this was after they already had their OpenSky shop set up and were happy with the items that they were selling.
I am not even going to research this any further because it would mean I would have to create and account on their website, but from what I understand, unless you have 4000 "followers" for your OpenSky shop, and you can't get followers unless you sell.
What does this mean? I guess that you have to be a celebrity or some big-shot to open up an OpenSky account.
This is all alleged, of course. I don't have an OpenSky shop or even wish to open anything like it, so this is all hearsay. I am just reading blogs about some people who had an OpenSky shop and why they don't anymore. You can always just google "OpenSky scam" and you can read up on it. It is too bad really... It sounded like kind or a cool way to be able to sell items without needing to keep a warehouse full of items.
Shhhhhh... But seriously, and this is my brain injury talking, when a company pulls this kind of bull-shit on the enduser, I pray that they go bankrupt and all of their officers end up homeless.
I am happy, staying at home, raising my perfect son, and if I feel that I need a little mad money, I just design a website at $75 an hour. No more working somewhere, telling me that my job would consist of 75% graphic design and 25% data entry when it turned out to be .1% graphic design and 99.9% data entry. Working for yourself is SO much more rewarding than making someone else rich by being under their thumb and hating your job.
Boy, I sure love freedom of speech and freedom of expression!
Of course, this was after they already had their OpenSky shop set up and were happy with the items that they were selling.
I am not even going to research this any further because it would mean I would have to create and account on their website, but from what I understand, unless you have 4000 "followers" for your OpenSky shop, and you can't get followers unless you sell.
What does this mean? I guess that you have to be a celebrity or some big-shot to open up an OpenSky account.
This is all alleged, of course. I don't have an OpenSky shop or even wish to open anything like it, so this is all hearsay. I am just reading blogs about some people who had an OpenSky shop and why they don't anymore. You can always just google "OpenSky scam" and you can read up on it. It is too bad really... It sounded like kind or a cool way to be able to sell items without needing to keep a warehouse full of items.
Shhhhhh... But seriously, and this is my brain injury talking, when a company pulls this kind of bull-shit on the enduser, I pray that they go bankrupt and all of their officers end up homeless.
I am happy, staying at home, raising my perfect son, and if I feel that I need a little mad money, I just design a website at $75 an hour. No more working somewhere, telling me that my job would consist of 75% graphic design and 25% data entry when it turned out to be .1% graphic design and 99.9% data entry. Working for yourself is SO much more rewarding than making someone else rich by being under their thumb and hating your job.
Boy, I sure love freedom of speech and freedom of expression!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Why did you cheat on mom, Ralph Lester?
So, the last time I was at my father's shit-hole of a house in Meadowlands, MN, he shows me a polaroid picture of a naked black woman lying on a bed. He says, "Here's my new girlfriend!" I asked him how he got it, and he tells me, "Well, uh, I got a phone call from a woman asking me if I was related to so and so, and I wasn't, so I asked her if we could meet, blah, blah, blah..." Then he tell me that he showed it to my nephew (who was 15 at the time), and that my nephew said, "Grandpa, you think that you are god's gift to black women." To which my father says, "No, I am god's gift to ALL women!"
So, he tells me that she was a stripper at Tuna's, a place in Eveleth, MN. He met her there, took her to a hotel room, and fucked her.
I said, "Wow. You had sex with a hooker." He got all offended and said, "She is an exotic dancer!" Look, any woman, black or white, who is a stripper, in her 20's, who will have sex with someone that she just met who happens to be over 60 years old, is a hooker. A prostitute. A whore.
I asked him if he paid her anything. When he starts lying, he starts saying a lot of um's and uh's and his face starts turning red. So he says, "Well, um, uh, I paid for the hotel room and took her out to breakfast the next day."
I said, "This is about the dumbest thing that you have ever done." Then he says, "Well, you have naked pictures of women on your computer!" (He was implying that I have naked pictures of women that I have had sex with on my computer.) I said, "What? No I don't." He says, "Yes you do!"
Seriously, I don't even think that this idiot knows what a computer looks like. I mean, he said to me one time, "You and your sister should buy me a laptop computer! Then I can just plug it in anywhere and get on the net!" Newsflash to Ralphie boy: You can't just plug in a computer anywhere and automatically get on the internet. Besides, the only time he bought me anything was if he got it at a garage sale for $5 or less. He got me a "table-saw" one time, so I drove up to get it. It was a bunch of 2"x4" pieces of wood, nailed together, with a makeshift electric motor hooked up to a rusty blade. It was about 2 feet long and 1 foot wide. An electrical disaster waiting to happen. PLUS, it was falling apart! I guess if I can find a laptop computer at a garage sale for $5 that may or may not work, sure, I would have gotten him one (like that would have EVER happened).
One Christmas, I open his "gift" to me, and it was a jean jacket with a bunch of patches sewed onto it. You would think that it may be kind of cool, except that it was my jacket when I was in elementary school! I looked over it and found an old Star Wars pin and said that it may be worth some money. He said that he should get it because he had it at his place for so long. JHC! He will steal and stab you in the back just to get a nickel.
Greedy, greedy, greedy. It runs in the family. His sister, my sister, him... All greedy.
I don't know why this ignorant piece of shit thinks that he knows anything about my life or what I do. It is kind of like people that attend Assembly of God churches. They believe that if they just say something, that it is 100% true. For example, lets say a girl who is 16 years old meets a 21 year old and is engaged to marry him after knowing him for only 2 weeks, all she has to say is, "IT'S GOD'S WILL! IT'S GOD'S WILL!" and her parents, her bible thumping brainwashed parents, say, "Yup! It must be God's will, because our daughter says so!"
But that is another story. Stay tuned...
Back to my "father"...
I remember when his mother was still alive, she said to him, "You would sleep with a snake if it was female!"
I say, all he needs is a hole and a heartbeat, and the heartbeat is optional.
So, I asked him why he had to have sex with all of those women when he was married to my mother. He said, "I didn't have sex with ALL of those women! I have only had sex with 7 women my entire life!"
Keep in mind that he just fucked a hooker.
So I asked him to name them all. That shouldn't be too tough, right? I mean, even I can remember 7 names considering that I had a massive brain injury. So he names them off. I said, "How about that old bag that you fucked back when I was 19?" I owed some money for a car and he went and got a loan for $1000 for me to pay it off. He then said, "I deserve a reward!" He went to a bar and got shit-faced, and then went to this old hag's house and told me to wait in the car. I waited for about an hour and then poked my head in the house and said, "Hey dad! Remember that we have to help your girlfriend move today!" He comes out, says, "Get in the fucking car!" and drives off. We are about 5 miles from his shit-hole house when he stops the car and starts yelling, "You fucker! You just said that to be mean and malicious!" Or should I say, "You jusht shaid dat tuh be meeeaannn and mulishush!" He winds up to punch me, I put up my arm, he says, "Put your fucking arm down!" I said no, so he gets out, goes to my side of the car, opens the door and yanks me out. I start running and he chases me down, knocks me down, kicks me in the ribs a couple of times, and gets in his car and takes off. I had to walk 5 miles in the rain to get back to his dump.
Back to the point... He says that he has had sex with only 7 women his entire life. I said, "How about that old bag when I was 19?" He then says, "OK, 8!"
So I said, "OK, why did you cheat on mom?" You know what he says? "Because of you kids!"
I got back home and e-mailed my sister, telling her that he had sex with a hooker, took a picture of her and showed it to her son who was only 15 years old at the time. She e-mails me back and says, "You are making that up! You are just spreading lies!"
What an ignorant bitch.
You see, people don't like me now because after I was in a car accident and suffered a massive brain injury, I don't ignore shit and live in a delusional fantasy land. I tell it like it is, and people don't want to hear the truth. My sister and her son think my "father" is a god. They don't want to learn that not only is he a drunken, violent felon, but he is also a narcissistic sociopath.
They just know that because I am out of the picture, they just have to be nice to him, and they will inherit his, (TA-DA) 300 ACRE, WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT FARM IN MEADOWLANDS, MN THAT NOBODY WANTS TO BUY!
I can't even begin to count the number of times where my "father" has said, "After all I have done for you kids! I am going to spend everything and leave you NOTHING!" (what has he ever done?)
So, to everyone, just live in your delusional fantasy-land where all you have to do is ignore a problem and it will just disappear, and you can be just like my father! My white-trash, drunken, violent, narcissistic, sociopath felon father!
Why would anyone want to be?
I am sure that Ralph Lester thinks that I will enjoy pissing on his grave when he dies, but I hate standing in line.
So, he tells me that she was a stripper at Tuna's, a place in Eveleth, MN. He met her there, took her to a hotel room, and fucked her.
I said, "Wow. You had sex with a hooker." He got all offended and said, "She is an exotic dancer!" Look, any woman, black or white, who is a stripper, in her 20's, who will have sex with someone that she just met who happens to be over 60 years old, is a hooker. A prostitute. A whore.
I asked him if he paid her anything. When he starts lying, he starts saying a lot of um's and uh's and his face starts turning red. So he says, "Well, um, uh, I paid for the hotel room and took her out to breakfast the next day."
I said, "This is about the dumbest thing that you have ever done." Then he says, "Well, you have naked pictures of women on your computer!" (He was implying that I have naked pictures of women that I have had sex with on my computer.) I said, "What? No I don't." He says, "Yes you do!"
Seriously, I don't even think that this idiot knows what a computer looks like. I mean, he said to me one time, "You and your sister should buy me a laptop computer! Then I can just plug it in anywhere and get on the net!" Newsflash to Ralphie boy: You can't just plug in a computer anywhere and automatically get on the internet. Besides, the only time he bought me anything was if he got it at a garage sale for $5 or less. He got me a "table-saw" one time, so I drove up to get it. It was a bunch of 2"x4" pieces of wood, nailed together, with a makeshift electric motor hooked up to a rusty blade. It was about 2 feet long and 1 foot wide. An electrical disaster waiting to happen. PLUS, it was falling apart! I guess if I can find a laptop computer at a garage sale for $5 that may or may not work, sure, I would have gotten him one (like that would have EVER happened).
One Christmas, I open his "gift" to me, and it was a jean jacket with a bunch of patches sewed onto it. You would think that it may be kind of cool, except that it was my jacket when I was in elementary school! I looked over it and found an old Star Wars pin and said that it may be worth some money. He said that he should get it because he had it at his place for so long. JHC! He will steal and stab you in the back just to get a nickel.
Greedy, greedy, greedy. It runs in the family. His sister, my sister, him... All greedy.
I don't know why this ignorant piece of shit thinks that he knows anything about my life or what I do. It is kind of like people that attend Assembly of God churches. They believe that if they just say something, that it is 100% true. For example, lets say a girl who is 16 years old meets a 21 year old and is engaged to marry him after knowing him for only 2 weeks, all she has to say is, "IT'S GOD'S WILL! IT'S GOD'S WILL!" and her parents, her bible thumping brainwashed parents, say, "Yup! It must be God's will, because our daughter says so!"
But that is another story. Stay tuned...
Back to my "father"...
I remember when his mother was still alive, she said to him, "You would sleep with a snake if it was female!"
I say, all he needs is a hole and a heartbeat, and the heartbeat is optional.
So, I asked him why he had to have sex with all of those women when he was married to my mother. He said, "I didn't have sex with ALL of those women! I have only had sex with 7 women my entire life!"
Keep in mind that he just fucked a hooker.
So I asked him to name them all. That shouldn't be too tough, right? I mean, even I can remember 7 names considering that I had a massive brain injury. So he names them off. I said, "How about that old bag that you fucked back when I was 19?" I owed some money for a car and he went and got a loan for $1000 for me to pay it off. He then said, "I deserve a reward!" He went to a bar and got shit-faced, and then went to this old hag's house and told me to wait in the car. I waited for about an hour and then poked my head in the house and said, "Hey dad! Remember that we have to help your girlfriend move today!" He comes out, says, "Get in the fucking car!" and drives off. We are about 5 miles from his shit-hole house when he stops the car and starts yelling, "You fucker! You just said that to be mean and malicious!" Or should I say, "You jusht shaid dat tuh be meeeaannn and mulishush!" He winds up to punch me, I put up my arm, he says, "Put your fucking arm down!" I said no, so he gets out, goes to my side of the car, opens the door and yanks me out. I start running and he chases me down, knocks me down, kicks me in the ribs a couple of times, and gets in his car and takes off. I had to walk 5 miles in the rain to get back to his dump.
Back to the point... He says that he has had sex with only 7 women his entire life. I said, "How about that old bag when I was 19?" He then says, "OK, 8!"
So I said, "OK, why did you cheat on mom?" You know what he says? "Because of you kids!"
I got back home and e-mailed my sister, telling her that he had sex with a hooker, took a picture of her and showed it to her son who was only 15 years old at the time. She e-mails me back and says, "You are making that up! You are just spreading lies!"
What an ignorant bitch.
You see, people don't like me now because after I was in a car accident and suffered a massive brain injury, I don't ignore shit and live in a delusional fantasy land. I tell it like it is, and people don't want to hear the truth. My sister and her son think my "father" is a god. They don't want to learn that not only is he a drunken, violent felon, but he is also a narcissistic sociopath.
They just know that because I am out of the picture, they just have to be nice to him, and they will inherit his, (TA-DA) 300 ACRE, WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT FARM IN MEADOWLANDS, MN THAT NOBODY WANTS TO BUY!
I can't even begin to count the number of times where my "father" has said, "After all I have done for you kids! I am going to spend everything and leave you NOTHING!" (what has he ever done?)
So, to everyone, just live in your delusional fantasy-land where all you have to do is ignore a problem and it will just disappear, and you can be just like my father! My white-trash, drunken, violent, narcissistic, sociopath felon father!
Why would anyone want to be?
I am sure that Ralph Lester thinks that I will enjoy pissing on his grave when he dies, but I hate standing in line.
Monday, April 4, 2011
This is, without a shadow of a doubt, 100% true.
So, about my father, Ralph Edward Lester, retired St. Louis County, MN Deputy Sheriff, living in Meadowlands, MN, he lies about having stuff of mine because he thinks that he will make a lot of money selling my "Frankie Say Relax" t-shirt from the early 80's, or anything that he has stolen from me.
I had a garbage bag full of clothes in his barn, and when I went to get them, he tells me, "Varmints got in them, so they are gone!" So, I decide to go up into his attic, and he threw a fit! He said, "You can't go up there! You had your chance to take what you wanted!" So I get back home and e-mail my nephew, and sure enough, he got my clothes from the barn and brought them all up into his attic.
Now my mother told me that when they were going through a divorce, she was seeing his partner (I think his name was Nick something, but I am not 100% positive about that) when he was a deputy sheriff in Tower, MN. He told my mother that they would wait till people were out of town and break into their tool sheds and/or garages and steal shit. Then they would bring all of their ill-gotten goods to his house and hide them all in an old bus that he had or something.
Talk about a scam! They do the stealing, and who do the people call to report the thefts? That's right, my "father" and his partner!
So, anyone living in the Tower/Soudan, MN from the late 60's to the early 70's who had items stolen from their tool sheds or garages and never saw the items again, why not go pay Ralph Lester a visit? Have him show you around his pole-barn and attic. You might find what you lost about 40 years ago.
He is, by far, the most embarrassing relative of mine. I find it hard to believe that someone like me (2 college degrees, highest honors, great father, etc...), actually came from his sociopath infested sperm.
I am sure that there may be a few out there, but I have yet to meet a cop who wasn't dirty. They become police officers for 2 reasons only: To serve and protect people, or for the power that they are given that they decide to abuse only to serve and protect themselves.
I had a garbage bag full of clothes in his barn, and when I went to get them, he tells me, "Varmints got in them, so they are gone!" So, I decide to go up into his attic, and he threw a fit! He said, "You can't go up there! You had your chance to take what you wanted!" So I get back home and e-mail my nephew, and sure enough, he got my clothes from the barn and brought them all up into his attic.
Now my mother told me that when they were going through a divorce, she was seeing his partner (I think his name was Nick something, but I am not 100% positive about that) when he was a deputy sheriff in Tower, MN. He told my mother that they would wait till people were out of town and break into their tool sheds and/or garages and steal shit. Then they would bring all of their ill-gotten goods to his house and hide them all in an old bus that he had or something.
Talk about a scam! They do the stealing, and who do the people call to report the thefts? That's right, my "father" and his partner!
So, anyone living in the Tower/Soudan, MN from the late 60's to the early 70's who had items stolen from their tool sheds or garages and never saw the items again, why not go pay Ralph Lester a visit? Have him show you around his pole-barn and attic. You might find what you lost about 40 years ago.
He is, by far, the most embarrassing relative of mine. I find it hard to believe that someone like me (2 college degrees, highest honors, great father, etc...), actually came from his sociopath infested sperm.
I am sure that there may be a few out there, but I have yet to meet a cop who wasn't dirty. They become police officers for 2 reasons only: To serve and protect people, or for the power that they are given that they decide to abuse only to serve and protect themselves.
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