Just GRRrrreat!

Here's my point on PGMA being owned... I mean apologizing to the public. Nice moves. Except for one thing... Who's friggin bastard you talked to? Gwen Garci? Garcillano? Garcia? Garfield Catbox Inc?

Owning up as "the voice" is very astute Gloriachu (Goddammit, I chose you too!). Now I want (erhmm, we) want part two of that apology... In French. BTW, nice teleprompter reading skills.

As far as her credibility goes, let's say the Jerry Springer prime guests' confessional at the Vatican with the Pope has more credibility than her apology. No offense... Scratch that. With much offense, you were, are and will not be president material. Economically, militarily or even "casual dinner at the neighbor's house" wise.

Having said that, the other options suck more that the incumbent gnome. After witnessing the most pathetic attempt of the Lower Philippine Government at amateur "Night Court", I'm guessing the head haunchos have as much Presidential skills as Ah-nuld has on a Broadway Musical.

But being a rednecked guy raised infront of daytime television... I can't wait for the next season of "EDSA IV: This time, were taking somebody down shorter than us" or "EDSA: Snap, Crackle, Pop"

Social Sanitizer Part 1

Here's something to chew up on... Drinking Licence.

Enough of the "underage drinker" crap. I mean, what is the reason we don't ever see kids, even rich kids, drive cars... We are not in any capacity to give licences to kids that grew up on Grand Theft Auto.

If we want to tick kids off drinking, make them pay for a drinking licence. Say P3500 per annum + per swigger tax to keep legally underage drinking. Let's see them drink now. Even the most slackoff parents wouldn't give their kid that amount of cash for them to get wasted.

Besides, stores can act like the guys from Cops. "Licence and registration please." None of the, "You look like a 16 year old. Aren't you supposed to be in school" crap. Yep, they ask that but still give the kid a sixpack for trying.

Come to think of it... how about a smoking licence too? I've seen many a high school student smoking the wind out of cheap cigarettes while acting like "I'm so cool, my lungs are on fire".

If I was an old lady with a cane, wearing cheap perfume, while wearing a puffy pompadour wig, and called myself as Aunt Gertrude, I'd tell them youngsters off. "Do you want to end up like my 5th husband? Snuff out that cigarette and go home young man! Don't slouch! Don't you backsass me! And don't end a sentence with a preposition!"

Questions Version 1

1. What would happen if you farted, coughed and sneezed at the same time? I got as far as sneezing and farting simultenaously.
2. Why "Deep Throat"? Why can't they call him "Butt Plug"? Felt was sort of a pain in the ass...
3. How come keyboard manufacturers insist that you need the Print Screen key beside the backspace key?
4. In line with number 3, why do they place the POWER OFF key under the delete key? Is that like an Anti-Microsoft statement?
5. Who invented the keypad, and did he have like three or four fingers?
6. If recording artists believe that a record is crappy, why do they release a "Greatest Hits" Collection? Won't they do better if they release a Christmas remix of their crappy album?
7. no more for now.
   

Completely Irrelevant

No, I'm not going to talk about the first day of school, and how infuriating it is to take 13 units to replace a three unit subject. I'm not going to even implicate the fact that my teacher lost my grade, and I had to take an examination all over again just to get a lower score. Nor will I talk about Adventure Quest consistently serving me as user number 5201 on a game that has a server capacity of 5200.

I'm not going to talk about my friends constantly ogling about Revenge of the Sith and how cool it is. (About half never saw the Original Trilogy, not the Special Edition mind you, I'm talking about the "Jabba the Hutt: Paraplegic" version...)

I'm not going to flame on about Beau not winning Idol. Lousy, country-music loving, backwater-living yahoos. Nor will I complain about the constant SMS.ac emails that fill up my inbox.

Nope, I'll just talk about one thing. ummm. Forget it.