Get involved in what matters!

Earlier I'm watching this interview with a PETA spokeswoman. They had asked her thoughts on the specialty foods made with "young/baby animals" like veil and lamb. She said it was like the of slaughtering of her own three children and selling them off to canibals.

I've a whole host of problems with people like this, but just for this one dumbass:

1. No one shoulda let you reproduce, much less three times.

2. I bet you she eats baby carrots without blinking. They've got growing left to do and have the same lack of a soul and same IQ as my "steak on the hoof".

3. I think anyone that dumb should be made "Operation Homeland Housecleaning". Send them overseas and just march them shoulder to shoulder across Iraq, Iran, wherever we all are, and play human shield for our troops that would kill for a can of SPAM!

Moral of the story: Get active in something that matters!

Have a great week!

I pimp out my friends! Check it ladies!

Myself and every man walking with more than 2 cents rollin' around between their ears knows you women do enjoy a good man-bashing session with your girlfriends. So ladies, go check out a couple great friends of mine and their she-woman, man-eater entertainment at www.manbashing101.blogspot.com

Hell, guys, it's not a bad place to do some recon of what not to do's. I've read every one of them and feel a mixture of enlightenment and fear for my safety as a man.

Gimme food for thought they say!

After my insightful look into the world of relationship woohoos and woohs yesterday, I got prolly the largest number of responses ever in our 2 year history. Most felt somehow enlightened or more entertained than usual.

My closest friend, who doesn't often chime in, says to me, "That's the kinda stuff your dose needs to get back to, like it started." I got a lot of replies like that one.

It brings to question, "What do my minions want outta their dose?" I'm not feeding y'all canned answers. No A, B, C, or Ds this time. Just tell me what you prefer.

It's always going to be random, and it's always going to be laughable, but I don't mind investing a little extra brain power to make it more than just a laugh more often than not if that's what y'all want.

Relationship stages and your ride

Take casual dating for starters. Y'all get together on occation. Dinner, maybe a movie, nothing too serious. Like a mo-ped if you will. It's cool to ride, you just don't show your friends.

Then you move to hangin' out for longer stretchs. It's like you rented a sportscar for the weekend. You think "Hey, I like this one. Let's see if anyone thinks I should buy it." Invite 'em to a social thing around a few friends, maybe dinner with the folks.

Now you're together, a couple. You bought the car, the ride is awesome and you show it off to everyone! Life seems good and you drive the hell outta it til one of ya is outta gas!

Ahh shit, now you've traded your muscle car for a minivan. You married 'em. Your not nearly as cool as you were and you seldom drive or even ride in it.

Well, here ya are, a few too many miles and rough roads, shit starts to break, and you still owe money on the damn thing. They leave your ass. The big D! Here comes the repo man. Yeah, it was a minivan, but it was your minivan dammit!

Now your paying for someone else's ride!

Life's relationships are a real sumbitch, til ya buy the right ride!

How looney do you think I am?

Could it be that I need professional help? At least once a week, someone tells me "you need help" or some variation of that statement. See, I thought this was not only my therapy, but yallz as well. So here's your chance to tell me exactly what you think. I know I'm off my damn rocker, but I'll let the masses speak. No holds barred honesty please

Make me wanna slap yo momma

Anyone mind if I break out my prejudice bone today and beat the hell outta the youth of America, that their momma never told them how to dress? No? Good!

First, stop stealin' pantyhose from grandma and putting it on your head. If you don't want your weave gettin' outta control, get a damn haircut!

Second, buy or steal pants that fit! If you can't, a belt, a rope, a fucking ziptie would do us all a huge favor. I didn't get up this mornin wanting to see your UNDERSHORTS! Plus then you won't have to walk like someone just dropkicked you in the knee, just to keep them above mid thigh. Pull up your pants!

Lastly, just cuz this is all I got from one ghetto fab mutha I saw while gettin' coffee, learn to tie your shoes brotha! Those fancy ass, all white K-Swiss came with laces for a reason dumbshit!

If you really want to advertize, "Hey, I'm the one in which ill opinions of my race are formed around", it would be so much more simple to just hang a sign round your ignorant ass neck! Hell, I'll even paint it and bedazzle the shit outta it for ya. Bling-Bling right?

What is The Dose?

For those inquiring, fresh, untainted minds, there is no real explaination of what happens here. Back in 2007, I was bored at the office one day and decided to see if any of my friends would be interested in getting a little piece of my twisted humor or POV on weekdays. The response was huge. I think we started with about 30-40 members, minions, and it has grown and grown to the point I can no longer send it via text and email alone. Currently just over 400 followers in this here "cult" of sorts.

Things you can expect here are:
Random things I witness or do that spawn an interesting thought or laughable comment.
Topics in which minions are encouraged to comment on or tell on themselves about.
My own opinions on public affairs, politics, stupid people, random thoughts.
Rants and raves on everything under the sun, or the moon if it's dark when I think of it.

This is why we now have a blog as well. It's going to make the interaction between my minions more open and fun, I hope. So if you enjoy a good laugh, an eye opening opinion, or just like to cut up over seemingly strange or stupid subjects, this is the place for you!

Welcome to The Dose