CheezWhizSucks.com
a place where no one will tell me to shut up.
What it is:
This is MY place... a place for me to rant, bitch, whine, moan, groan, and the occasional person to listen. Sure - you've seen sites like this before, they get passed on in the occasional email - and this one is no different. Just a place to waste bandwidth and exercise my own diarrhea of the mouth. Ahh... you ask, "Why?"
Why indeeed...
Because you, the cashier at my drugstore will thank me... the man that sat in front of me at the red light in his Sport Ute with the bunper sticker that says "Love Mother Earth" will thank me... because if I'm writing it here, it means chances are, it's less likely that I'll be writing it on your forehead with an X-acto knife. Got that, Bucko?
It also means my friends will probably no longer get a daily email rant about something that happened to me on the way to work - they can look here for the daily bitch. It's a time saving device. I won't feel the need to tell the same story twice, and it'll cut back on the two or three word emails that I end up sending. That's right... this site wasn't made because I think you care - in fact - it's made with you in mind - because I know you don't.
Note to the LADIES: That's me down to the left. If any of you are interested in a night of cheez-less love, let me know, and one of you lucky ones just might get a ride on the ol' handlebar. Peace.
Disclaimer: I did not utilize any company resources to make this page, besides my time (no Frontpage, just my little Dell, and a negligible amount of bandwidth (look Ma! I'm coding this complex .html all by myself!).
