> 1. What time is it
>
>7:05
> 2. What's your full name
Sean Patrick Dugan(Best name ever!)
> 3. What are you most afraid of
> I cant discuss that
>
>
> 4. What is the most recent movie that you have seen in a theatre
>
> Baby Mama
>
> 5. Place of birth
>
>Santa Rosa
>
> 6. Favorite food
> Comfort food
>
> 7. What's your natural hair color
>Downtown Brown
>
> 8. Ever been to Alaska
> Never
> 9. Ever been skinny dipping
> Yes, every chance I get
>
> 10. Love someone so much it made you cry
>
> Does myself count?
> 11. Been in a car accident
>
> Twice
>
> 12. Croutons or Bacon Bits
>
> Bacon bits
>
> 13. Favorite Day of the week
>
> Sabado
>
> 14. Favorite Restaurant
> Any one that serves me quickly
>
> 15, Favorite Flower
>
> Daffodil
>
> 16. Favorite Sport to watch
>
> Football(Go Steelers)
> 17. Favorite Drink
>
> Keystone Light
>
> 18. Favorite ice cream
> Chunky Monkey
>
> 19. Warner Brothers/Disney
>
> Warner Brothers
>
> 20. Ever been on a ship
> Yes
>
> 21. What color is your bedroom carpet
>
> Black and Curly
>
> 22. How many times did you fail your driver's test
>
> 0
>
> 23. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail
>
> Kaiser Permenente,
>
> 24. What do you do when you are bored
> Drink a beer then go to sleep
>
>
> 25. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest
> My best friend who would never lie to me
> 26. Who will least likely respond
> Someone who doesn't realize how important these e-mails are. They help hold together the fabric of humanity.
>
> 27. Who is the person that you are most curious to see their responses
>
> I don't play favorites
>
> 28. Favorite TV shows
>
> The Office, Fringe, and Everyday Italian
> 29. Last person you went to dinner with
>
> Some of my peeps I met at a Thai restaurant
> 30. Park or Zoo
>
> State Park?
> 31. What are your favorite colors
> I'm not racist
> 32. How many tattoos do you have
>
> I've never even found my birthmark
>
> 33. How many pets do you have
>
> Dust Mites are very hard to count
>
> 34. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
>
> Don't care as long as its in a frying pan
>
> 35. What do you want to Do before you die
> Live
>
> 36. Have you ever been to Hawaii
>
> Overrated
>
"You guys give up yet? Or are you thirsty for more? "
-Kevin McCallister "Home Alone"
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The Traveling Turkey
I had a sandwich, turkey on wheat.
With mayo and mustard, good enough to eat.
It tasted great traveling down my gut
However now is the time it should be falling out of my butt.
-An old poem I wrote
Signed,
Dugan, Aka- "Treefort"
With mayo and mustard, good enough to eat.
It tasted great traveling down my gut
However now is the time it should be falling out of my butt.
-An old poem I wrote
Signed,
Dugan, Aka- "Treefort"
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
The Porcelain Job
So, today when I finished my pool route and got back to the shop, I noticed that the bosses were there. After I emptied my truck and wrote my time down, I thought I would play, "Secret Agent." The bosses are usually upstairs in their respective offices, on their computers, and yelling to each other from across the hall. Or they are gathered in the one office. I decided to quietly sneak up the stairs about half-way and listen. I have done this several times before, and sometimes I'll stay there for like 5 min. just so I can hear them talk about their employees. Yeah thats right. I want info.
Nothing substantial came up. So I stealthely proceeded down the hall. They were all gathered in the office to the left(they cant see me come down the hall). I quietly opened the bathroom door, and slipped inside. Then project "Chocolate Cheerio" unfolded. I unloaded a healthy size "waste sausage" in the toilet and hoped that someone would walk by the bathroom. By this time, I made too much noise and had given my position away. However, they didn't know how bad the situation was. I could've been staring at myself in the mirror for all they knew. I was hoping though, that the unforgiving aroma would leak out and smack an unsuspecting individual right in the mouth. Not this time. Mission Failed. Upon exiting the lavatory, I humbly explained to the first person I saw, that the door should be left closed for roughly 10 min. My sincere disclaimer was met with a blank stare.
Next time bosses.........next time......
"Dennis, our lives are in your hands and you've got butterfingers?"
-John Hammond-
"Jurrasic Park"
Nothing substantial came up. So I stealthely proceeded down the hall. They were all gathered in the office to the left(they cant see me come down the hall). I quietly opened the bathroom door, and slipped inside. Then project "Chocolate Cheerio" unfolded. I unloaded a healthy size "waste sausage" in the toilet and hoped that someone would walk by the bathroom. By this time, I made too much noise and had given my position away. However, they didn't know how bad the situation was. I could've been staring at myself in the mirror for all they knew. I was hoping though, that the unforgiving aroma would leak out and smack an unsuspecting individual right in the mouth. Not this time. Mission Failed. Upon exiting the lavatory, I humbly explained to the first person I saw, that the door should be left closed for roughly 10 min. My sincere disclaimer was met with a blank stare.
Next time bosses.........next time......
"Dennis, our lives are in your hands and you've got butterfingers?"
-John Hammond-
"Jurrasic Park"
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Old Poems From The Garage
Night Comes Crouching
The day is over and not too soon, the sun is waving goodbye so say hello to the moon. the golden dusk light tries to breach my curtains, but the umbra of night will prevail for certain. time is slowly ticking away, and taking with it the sun's rays. the placid night has no reason to be jealous of the days. for soon I will drift across that sleepy sea, and I will dream of the moon's soft light caressing you and me
Sleep. thou are so persuasive. casting your shadow of incoherence upon thee, crouching in the depths of my consciousness as you vie for supremacy. It takes only a moment to secure your grip on my reality. Struggling with you would be like treading water in a vast sea. Try as I might, in the end you envelop me.
It was a dark time in my life. I had the lights off.
"You win some, you lose some. But you live, you live to fight another day"
-Mr. Jones.
"Friday"
The day is over and not too soon, the sun is waving goodbye so say hello to the moon. the golden dusk light tries to breach my curtains, but the umbra of night will prevail for certain. time is slowly ticking away, and taking with it the sun's rays. the placid night has no reason to be jealous of the days. for soon I will drift across that sleepy sea, and I will dream of the moon's soft light caressing you and me
The Conscious Battle
Sleep. thou are so persuasive. casting your shadow of incoherence upon thee, crouching in the depths of my consciousness as you vie for supremacy. It takes only a moment to secure your grip on my reality. Struggling with you would be like treading water in a vast sea. Try as I might, in the end you envelop me.
It was a dark time in my life. I had the lights off.
"You win some, you lose some. But you live, you live to fight another day"
-Mr. Jones.
"Friday"
Monday, March 7, 2011
Bicyclists, Cyclists, Two-wheeled traffic stoppers
Dear Lance Armstrong wannabees,
I admire your affinity for exercise, and the fact that you are conscience of your health. Im glad that you are operating something that is not dependent on fossil fuels. That all just brings a nice little smile to my face.
.......
AND THEN YOU GO PEDDLING RIGHT INTO THE INTERSECTION AGAINST A GREEN LEFT TURN ARROW THAT IS OBVIOUSLY DIRECTING ME AND MY VEHICLE!!!!!!!!
All you little bicycle riders want to have your rights regarding traffic laws, and you flaunt your little "Share The Road" stickers. How about this not so novel idea, TRY OBEYING YOUR LITTLE BIKE RULES! SO SOME F-350 DOESN'T RUN YOU AND YOUR INEXPLICABLY TIGHT SHORTS OVER!
And then your friends dont have to miss their kid's soccer game or their trip to the Home Depot with their spouse, because they are gathered together at the crosswalk where you were smashed.
Thats all.
What kind of food did the bike rider become, after he was hit by the semi truck?
A "Grilled" cheese sandwich
I admire your affinity for exercise, and the fact that you are conscience of your health. Im glad that you are operating something that is not dependent on fossil fuels. That all just brings a nice little smile to my face.
.......
AND THEN YOU GO PEDDLING RIGHT INTO THE INTERSECTION AGAINST A GREEN LEFT TURN ARROW THAT IS OBVIOUSLY DIRECTING ME AND MY VEHICLE!!!!!!!!
All you little bicycle riders want to have your rights regarding traffic laws, and you flaunt your little "Share The Road" stickers. How about this not so novel idea, TRY OBEYING YOUR LITTLE BIKE RULES! SO SOME F-350 DOESN'T RUN YOU AND YOUR INEXPLICABLY TIGHT SHORTS OVER!
And then your friends dont have to miss their kid's soccer game or their trip to the Home Depot with their spouse, because they are gathered together at the crosswalk where you were smashed.
Thats all.
What kind of food did the bike rider become, after he was hit by the semi truck?
A "Grilled" cheese sandwich
Sunday, March 6, 2011
No more "Mr. Nice Tie"
I just cant do it anymore. This happens everytime.
Anytime a guy dressed in a suit comes up to me and says hello, and asks me how im doing, I say im good, and then there is this awkward little pause where I'm not sure what to say. So automatically and involuntarily, I say, "Nice Tie." Why do I do this? Not sure, its a bad habit. Why a bad habit you wonder? Because a lot of times I wouldn't be caught dead in most of those ties. And I goes as far as to tell them more, like, "nice colors,"or "I like the pattern."
Im ashamed that I've let this go on for so long. Just remember that next time I see you in a suit and tie, If I say, "Nice tie," Im being sincere, because I wont just go throwing that kind of compliment at every man with a suit and tie....and face....anymore.
Roll tide!
Anytime a guy dressed in a suit comes up to me and says hello, and asks me how im doing, I say im good, and then there is this awkward little pause where I'm not sure what to say. So automatically and involuntarily, I say, "Nice Tie." Why do I do this? Not sure, its a bad habit. Why a bad habit you wonder? Because a lot of times I wouldn't be caught dead in most of those ties. And I goes as far as to tell them more, like, "nice colors,"or "I like the pattern."
Im ashamed that I've let this go on for so long. Just remember that next time I see you in a suit and tie, If I say, "Nice tie," Im being sincere, because I wont just go throwing that kind of compliment at every man with a suit and tie....and face....anymore.
Roll tide!
Common sense and Canine Safety
I was driving on my pool service route the other day and came to a stoplight. I looked over and observed a woman engaged in a pretty good jog. However, she wasn't alone. She had a canine partner accompanying her. This all seems like normal human behavior on a sunny day, right? My question is, why-out of all the dog breeds that are available- would you choose a basset hound? A dog that has nubs for legs, and is just not anatomically built for jogging.
I could see the frustration and discomfort in his eyes. It reminded me of the film, "National Lampoons Family Vacation." The part where Chevy Chase forgot about the little dog tied behind the car. Im sure before that woman got home, some concerned bystander caught her attention, and pointed behind her at the basset hound that had no legs left, and substantial concrete burn on his belly.
Thats all im saying.
I could see the frustration and discomfort in his eyes. It reminded me of the film, "National Lampoons Family Vacation." The part where Chevy Chase forgot about the little dog tied behind the car. Im sure before that woman got home, some concerned bystander caught her attention, and pointed behind her at the basset hound that had no legs left, and substantial concrete burn on his belly.
Thats all im saying.
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