Tuesday, December 12, 2023

Chrsitmas Card 2000

Here's my first "family" Holiday write-up that I did back in 2000:

SEASON'S GREETINGS 

Wow, another year has gone by already. And what a year it was! Yasmeen gave birth to our 4th child in July. We named her Rebecca. Unfortunately, Yasmeen was high on heroin for most of the pregnancy and Rebecca was born hooked on the drug. After several weeks of rehab, I can proudly say that Rebecca is clean and sober. Yasmeen, however, refuses to admit she has a problem. I'm constantly finding stashes of her junk all over the house. Of course, I'm selling it to get money to feed my gambling habit. Please note the new address on the envelope, as we have had to move several times in the past year to avoid my "creditors". 

The kids are little spunkers! Little Jeffrey said his first word. It sounded like "gaahk". He was smiling when he said it, so I think it means "gas". He still poops too much. I gotta talk to him about that. Sally, who is 4, is starting to wear dresses now. I think she looks like a whore. She wears skimpy tops, fishnet stocking and heels and struts up and down the street saying things like, "Hey there big boy. Wanna roll me for a quarter?" I gotta talk to her soon, too. Come to think of it, that's how I met Yasmeen in the first place. Our son Jackson started the 2nd grade this year. He seems to have a problem with authority figures, especially me. I woke up the other night and he was standing over me holding a bottle of drain cleaner. He told me the sink was stopped up. I checked. It wasn't. Another one I gotta talk to. Connie, our oldest, is running with a street gang that goes by the name of The Cheekiest Group Of Guys Around. Ever since she started hanging out with them, she's been walking kinda bow-legged. She's dropped out of school and refuses to do any chores around the house. All she does during the day is listen to music by Anthrax, Megadeath, Iron Maiden and Air Supply. At night she hangs out with her gang. We're going to kick her out if she doesn't shape up soon. 

We have a foreign exchange student living with us this year. We call him "Fez" like in the TV show "That 70's Show". He spends a lot of time in the basement like the kids in the show do. Only he's alone. I went down there the other day. The rug was out of position. When I moved it, I saw a star-shaped figure drawn on the floor. At the tip of each arm were wax droppings. I asked his teacher about the drawing. She got this horrified look on her face, screamed "Oh my god, not again!", and ran out of the room. I couldn't find her after that. I'm going to have to talk to Fez.  While I was at the school, I talked to Jackson's teacher. She told me that Jackson had been using phrases like "ram it, ram it, ram it up the poop chute" and "wiping residue fecal matter off the ol' wang-o". Now I gotta get a v-chip for the gay porn channel. 

Work hasn't been much fun lately. The boss now believes he is the reincarnation of Hitler. He's recruited several employees to become members of his Gestapo. Surveillance cameras are everywhere. If anyone is not where they're supposed to be or say anything they're not supposed to say, they are taken away to be "reminded" about company policy. He's also building his own private bunker in the sub-basement. And don't get me started on the noise the SS Troops make as they march throughout the building. It's so loud, no one can get any work done. One nice thing though, he's installing showers in all the bathrooms. 

Yasmeen works with the City Commission. I don't know what they do and Yasmeen tells me I don't want to know. I don't press her on the issue because I want sex from her. Our next door neighbor, Mike Quimby, is a real busybody. He's always putting his nose in other people's business. Just the other day I was out behind the garage digging a hole, because that's where we like to dump the bodies, and he comes up to me and asks what I was doing. I told him our daughter wanted to dig to China and I was helping her out. He accepted that response. It's a good thing he didn't stop by later that evening or I would've had to make the hole a little bigger, if you know what I mean. 

Yasmeen has started doing charity work. She's gone a lot. I don't ask her where she's been or what she's doing because I want sex from her. I had to finally give up on the old Buick. She just couldn't handle the long trips from my garage to the street anymore (ha ha). I wanted to get a Jag, but Yasmeen wanted a station wagon. We compromised and bought a station wagon. The kids wanted an SUV, but I know the insurance on those buggies would be going thru the roof. By the way, I'm selling my part-ownership in a Firestone tire shop if anyone is interested. 

Well, that's about all for this year. I would've enclosed a picture of the family but my camera is broken, so instead of an actual picture, I am enclosing a drawing in its place. I hope you like it. Connie isn't in the picture because she wasn't at home when I drew it. Hope all there at your place are happy, healthy, and un-incarcerated. 

Happy Holidays!!! 
The Beckers 

 



(The information contained in this document is fictional and not intended to offend or humiliate anyone. If you are offended or humiliated, tough shit)

Friday, May 22, 2015

Just Some Rambling Thoughts...

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Saturday, May 9, 2015

A Long Time Has Passed...

I need to update this blog more often. I don't because it is easier not to. It has nothing to do with my thought process, it's just that I'm lazy. I have thoughts every day. I just don't feel the need to post them for all the world to see. Many of my thoughts lately have been very personal. Thoughts I don't want to let out because countries and marriages will be ruined by them - many countries and many marriages, some more that 20-30 years old. Now, if I were to pass away for some unexpected reason, I do have documents sealed away that will point to the probable perpetrators. As long as I stay alive, no one will know the things I know. Such as the number of actual moon landings that really occurred - hint: it rhymes with shero. Also, Miami Vice was real.

Whatever happened to Phil Collins?

Classic Match Game response:
Gene Rayburn: I'm glad I didn't get my [blank] stuck in that machine.
Charles Nelson Reilly: Wee Wee.
Bret Somers: Cock.

Monday, October 14, 2013

I've had a lot of gas

It's been a long time since my last post. I promise to post more often for those of you still following me.

I've been tooting almost every half hour this weekend. Why? I don't know. But it feels good. I'm not as bloated as I was last week.

On another note, I had this vision pop into my head this afternoon. It's an idea for an Archie Comic book. You remember Archie Comics, with Jughead, Reggie, Veronica and Betty, right? Well I had an idea for a filler page. In the first panel, Jughead is coming out of a classroom with what looks like a beer bottle in his hand. Archie and Reggie are standing on the opposite side of the hallway. In the second panel, Mr Weatherbee (the principal) run by and grabs the bottle out of Jughead's hand. The third panel shows Mr Weatherbee still running. He's drinking from the bottle and saying "Everybody loves liquor." In the fourth panel, Mr Weatherbee sees the label on the bottle. It reads 'Nitro-Glycerin'. He says "Egad". In the last panel, he blows up. Wouldn't that teach our young people of today that liquor is bad?

And how about me using the term 'young people of today'. I sound like my parents. Next thing you know I'll be saying things like "All that rapping music of today. That's just going to lead to kissing, weird dancing and doing of the drugs." That's all for now. I'll have more later. Unless I find something better to do. Like watching them paint the new yellow lines on the street.