The Inaugural trash talk

I guess I should probably make a pretty good impression…

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Well, since that’s out of the way I’ll just use this opportunity to talk about that I’m going to be talking about, when I’m going to be talking about it, and any other thing that pops into my head while I’m typing.

I’ll introduce myself. My name is pretty unimportant. My occupation is grinder. I’m not a poker grinder,(for those of you not familiar

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_poker_terms#G)

I basically just grind out life. I’m currently working for my dad. Working construction is pretty terrible. Although the money is good and it’s going to help me with a little portion of my blog entitled My co-workers are idiots.

I’m an aspiring screenwriter (or pro wrestler, whichever comes first) . By no means does that imply what I have to say has any value. It doesn’t imply that my words will be clever or cute or even spelled correctly. It does imply that I have an incredibly low opinion of myself (and others around me). It also implies that I will be talking about movies. I might even do a review of the Oscars (yeah, I probably won’t).

I’m currently watching For a Few dollars more. If you need a reference for this particular movie, well you can look it up your damn self. I only have so much room for links in this POS and well I’m not going to waste valuable words showing you a movie you should already know about. (although, I will waste valuable words explaining to you why I won’t post the link.) The point is that Clint Eastwood is a badass and if I had to change my name it would be to The Man with no Name. Imagine hearing that over an intercom. I know I wouldn’t want to be the one who has to meet that BMF. Also, would I be called Mr. Name? or Mr. No name? Anybody have an answer?

Anyways, hopefully this is an accurate introduction on what I’m going to be like. I’m positive that I’ve scared away any potential readers with this POS of a first post. I just want to warn you, this is not the place where you will find all my adventurers in womanizing. I do not care what kind of beverage they serve in hell. You will not here about shit my dad says. (you might, but I don’t plan on it). You will not learn how to bet on sports, or how to lose weight, or meet women. Really you shouldn’t learn how to do anything better. That is not my intention.

If you’ve suffered through this much here’s a little treat for you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZtY-pIVbc8

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