Showing posts with label Midas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Midas. Show all posts

Monday, September 24, 2012

Shout Outs


This is amazing!  I'm so excited that instead of watching the Country Music Awards, I'm sitting here writing you.  Earlier I walked by the TV room and saw it packed shoulder to shoulder with white dudes.  So, I knew it wasn't football or basketball.  Who needs a TV guide? Just look at the crowd.  White dudes mean either NASCAR or CMA's.  So, here I am.

Today at mail call I got a packet of Jailbird stats from Brooke.  I hadn't seen the overall map of hits in nearly a year.  The states blew up, but so did everywhere else.  For real!  Who is reading the Jailbird in Germany?  God, I hope you don't work for MIDAS.  We may lose you as a reader.

What about Spain?  I didn't think I knew anyone in Spain.  Well, we haven't had a beer, I haven't given you a tattoo....yet.  In some way we may be great friends.  Perhaps I make you laugh and help lessen your load.

Ahhhh.....Brazil.  Now there's a good one.  Thank you whoever you are.  You put Brazil on the map.  That's cool.  I'm a big fan of the Brazilian wax.  And that's about all I know about Brazil.  Well, they say Brazilian women are beautiful.  I should ask my lady if she's from Brazil.

That's funny.  Isn't there somewhere over that way where women don't shave?  This also interests me.  I find that kinky.  I won't address that any further.  MIDAS can go screw themselves, however, I don't want to upset any woman who doesn't shave.  That's got to be a hairy subject.

Russia is on the map as well.  I read a lot and they say the mafia is alive and well over there.  I suppose it is here in the states too.  They're just all super old and involved in those ponzi schemes.  Stealing old people's money so they can eat more pasta.  They say the Russian mafia is not to be fucked with.  They are the real deal.  Matter of fact, I don't even know why I'm talking about them.  I wasn't talking about them.  Mafia?  I never said mafia!  You're silly....

Anyways, I saw Russia and smiled.  To realize you all log in and read about little ole' me, the silly American who talks shit from his prison cell.  Speak of talking shit...."What’s up Gracie!!!"

Yep, my baby sister Grace moved to Australia.  She’s on a safari hunt.  Not for wild animals, she’s in pursuit of an Aussie.  Or is it bloke?  Truly I don’t know.  And when in a foreign country you shouldn’t say shit you don’t know what it means.  I may have just called her boyfriend a bastard or a fucker.  Didn’t mean to do that.  Can we start over?
 
“Hi.  My name is Mike.  I’m Gracie’s big brother.  Nice to meet you Hugh.  We will meet up later down the road and have a Fosters.”

Aaron, Grace, The MOM & J.J.

Ok, so I will stop.  Last time I included my sister in a post she disowned me for like two years.  She was livid that I would dare to put her life on blast.  She called me an asshole and told me I was a terrible big brother.

And, for those that do not know, Fosters is an Australian beer.  It may be kangaroo piss for all I know.  I told a Mexican I would drink a Corona with him one day.  He had some choice words for me.  I stereotyped him, and he was ready to fight.  Perhaps I should meet him at Taco Bell instead.

Check it out.  I see you.  And I wish I could give you a hug.  Here I sit trying to make you laugh and enjoy life, but all the while you are helping me.  You help me do my time here.  I give you a sincere thank you.  May God bless you.  As you go about your day, just know you are a blessing to this crazy American prisoner.

Much Love!

Monday, September 10, 2012

For A Limited Time....

I was just sitting here listening to my favorite morning radio talk show.  You know...when you really want to hear some music and instead all you get is blah-blah-blah.  Yeah.  So that's what I'm here doing when this ad runs.....

"For a limited time when you bring your car to MIDAS, 
we will visually inspect your tires, brakes and belts."

This made me laugh out loud.  What a line of complete horse shit.  What you'll get is some college kid fresh into some mechanic workshop.  Yeah.  He's gonna do some visual inspecting no doubt.  This is the thing.  Real men change their own oil.  That same man changes his woman's oil as well.  

These ads run for single mothers who have a piece of shit man in their lives.  And now they can drive to MIDAS and have some other piece of shit man inspect.  Question is....what's he really inspecting?  He's probably visually inspecting your undercarriage and your headlights.  Have you ever heard of a MILF?  (Mothers I like to fuck.)  Yep!  That's your MIDAS boys with too much free time on their hands.  

A 'visual inspection' is totally a man statement.  How lazy can you possibly get?  You ladies could seriously go on strike.  The next time your man asks you for a blow job......tell him you'll give him a 'visual inspection'.  See how he feels about that.  

Thank God you women are not like us guys.  You are sweet.  Well....most of you are.  

My lady was headed on a road trip the other day.  I knew better than to tell her to check her oil and tire pressure.  Yeah....I had to send her down to have her undercarriage inspected.  Fucking assholes.  I hope they looked at the car too.  

My sweet lady.  The boys down there at the inspection shop asked her to pop the hood.  She had to look in the owner's manual to find the hood release.  And that's why I don't need her under the hood of the car.  

At some point along my life's journey I grew up and have began to see women for the wonderful people they are.  Instead of giving visual inspections myself, I feel for women that are overlooked.  If you're a dude out there who has a woman raising your kids....go check the oil in her car.  Check the pressure and the treads on her tires.  Make sure she has some of that window-washy-stuff to clean her window with.  Drive her car for a few miles and see if anything sounds like it's about to fall off.  

Women don't seem to notice this shit.  They have kids killing each other in the backseat, the phone ringing off the hook and places to get to on time. They don't realize they are dragging their bumper and the transmission is about to fall out.  

So what if you don't like her any more.  She's driving your kids around for Christ's sake!  Come on dude...you see those kids in the backseat? That's proof that she was doing much more than a 'visual inspection' for you.  Don't be a MIDAS man, be a REAL man.