Yeah It's 30 mins. Just watch it!

There will be an update here soooooon.

Things are moving quickly.

One of the best speaches of all time.

 From Triggerfish Twist; enjoy.

  " Has anyone heard that  Jerry Springer now has a place in Sarasota? "

  " I mention this because I'm still waiting for Tonya Harding to move here and make it a clean sweep.I'm going through withdraw because I haven't heard anything about her since she beat that guy in the head with a hubcap at a hoedown. And what about the poor guy? I don't think there's any better time to sit down and have a heart - to - heart with yourself. ' Good morning. This is your wake up call. It's from Darwin.' But that's just one person's tiny drama, meaningless except in the big picture, which is trying to isolate the exact moment we turned into Trash Nation, and nearest I can tell, it was one second after Nancy Kerrigan took a telescoping blackjack to the knee. Now there was a cute little soap opera. what a fascinating underwater view into the K-mart inflatable gene pool that is America. I have a dirty little confession. I loved it! We may have learned everything we need to know in kindergarten. But you know what? We can learn everything we need to know about the incredibly rude, selfish, infantile country we've become by observing the human spokes revolving around the Tonya Harding sociocultural axis. The Greeks reveled in Homeric tragicomedies; the English lived out Shakespearean dramas. But we America are the cast of the Kerrigan farce. Is it any wonder we've thrown manners, compassion, and respect out the window? We've become one big self absorbed nation holding up an ice skate, pointing at a broken lace and blubbering our eyes out. We have no shame, no consideration, no sense of duty or sacrifice. Need more metaphores? We won't go the extra mile, meet anyone half way, and if, somehow someway anything goes wrong in our pathetic daily wanderings, if some random misfortune drops at our feet and splatters like a Taco Supreme, we don't commence to tidying up the floor and getting on with our lives. we start making a litigious radar sweep of the room, seeing if there's anyone in recrimination range, some entitlement cadet to whom we can construct a Bridge-over the-River-Kwai blame path of tortured logic and sheer, reality-sculpting self deception. Maybe they handled a taco once, maybe even made tacos. Maybe they could have warned you-yes, they knew all about that treacherously viscous emulsion of grease and sour cream on wax wrapper.They deliberately chose not to say anything as they saw it slipping outta your hand in Peckinpah slow motion while you were trying to eat, talk on the phone and log into E-bay at the same time.Well, here's a news flash for you. Believe it or not, the blacks and gays and Jews did not drop your taco. You dropped the fucking taco, my friend! It doesn't make you a bad person. it doesn't even mean it's your fault.

 What it does mean is that this comic slapstick we call life has just elected you the schmuck who has to go get the mop. So get the goddamn mop already! Don't just stand there staring down, reliving the lunch-that-could-have-been and trying to figure out how affirmative action did this to you. That's just the way life is. It can be exquisite, cruel, frequently wacky, but above all utterly, utterly, random. Those twin imposters  in the bell fringed jester hats, Justice and Fairness-they aren't constants of the natural order like entropy or the periodic table. They're completely alien notions to the way things happen out there in the human rain forest. Justice and Fairness are the things we're supposed to contribute back to the world for giving us the gift of life-not birthrights we should expect and demand every second of the day. What do you say we drop the intellectual cowardice? There is no fate, and there is no safety net. I'm not saying God doesn't exist. I believe in God. But he's not a micromanager, so stop asking Him to drop the crisis in Rwanda and help you find your wallet. Life is a long, lonely journey down a day-in-day-out lard-trail of dropped tacos. Mop it up not for yourself, but for the guy behind you who's to busy trying not to drop his own tacos to make sure he doesn't slip and fall on your mistakes. So don't  speed and weave in traffic; other people have babies in their cars. Don't litter. Don't begrudge the poor because they have a fucking food stamp. Don't be rude to overwhelmed minimum-wage sales clerks, especially teenagers- they have that job because they don't have a clue. You didn't either at that age. be understanding with them. Share your clues. Remember that your sense of humor is inversely proportional to you intolerance. Stop and think on Veterans Day. And don't forget to vote. That is, unless you send money to TV preachers, have more that a passing interest in alien abduction or recently purchased a fish on a wall plaque that sings 'Don't Worry, Be Happy.' In that case, the polls are a scary place! Under ever ballot box is a trapdoor chute to an extraterrestrial escape pod filled with dental tools and squeaking, masterbating little green men from the Devil Star. In conclusion, Class of Ninety-seven, keep your chins up, grab your mops and get in the game. You don't have to make a pile of money or change society. Just clean up after yourselves without complaining. And above all, please stop and appreciate the days when the tacos don't fall, and give a heartfelt thanks to whomever you pray to...You've been a fine audience!" 

   Ok so some people were wondering what's going on. Well lesse, where to start...ahhh the holidays. Now most of you know how much I dispise the holidays to begin with. Big crowds of idiots in the way to go buy things they don't need, just because it's on sale. The newest retarded trend is now camp out in front of the big box stores on Thanksgiving night to be the "first" to get whatever the hot item is and then use the "I" phone to be the first to list the item on e-bay. So much for peace on earth, good will twards men. Now since I have only an Uncle and a retard for an Aunt that live here I was very excited to be invited over to some friends house for Christmas eve. Well I should have known things would end....well for lack of a better word, bad. The night started with the it's not you / it's me TEXT.  [ Read - it's you, you're a loser I'm out.] NICE START. Then the drinking ensued. Now most of the people that were there are ok drunks. Some get loud, and argue with their spouces who drink less - begin the uncomfortable feelings - then the shots start flowing. It's funny what Jagermeister and Goldschlager will do to people. Ahhhhhh then came the vomiting (it's amazing how much small people can hold before they blow) and the carrying home of one party goer, luckly only three houses away. Once drunkatron was passed out in bed with a bucket, back to the party with her estranged boyfriednd to press on. Press on we did - drinking and eating until 5:30 -6:00 AM again we're pro's and no one was driving.

  New Years eve - wanted to go to Gainsville but being mostly unemployed the gas alone was outta my price range. Ended up helping the above mentioned drunkatron move into her new place the went to Wing Shack where a whole 6 people waited to ring in the new year. ( All of whom were at the christmas eve party) - Dull / Boring / Alone. One the fun side drunkatron did show up at Wing Shack later in the evening - hammered with a guy nobody knew and paraded him in front of her X claiming he was a friend from work. No fights though and I think that made her madder than anything.

  Since then - still looking for a full time gig somewhere. Had an interview with Lowes but I don't think it's going anywhere. People are pressing me to file for unemployment but I just can't bring myself to do that........ just yet. So if anyone has an extra large cardboard box, I've picked the over pass I'll be living under and working the cars on the off ramps. Now the computer is giving me fits and will not let me add photos to this blog eeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr. Better go before I break something.

                      More later if anyone, other than the stalker, cares.

                                         Skink..

PS - If you've heard about Orlando's first murder of the year...the guy who died after a punch to the back of the head.

A) - It wasn't me who hit the guy

2) It wasn't my Wing Shack. It was the other location.

                                         A Rant

 Ok seriously people, when the hell did our world spin soooo far outta control? Hav..ing recently gone back into the service industry I noticed a trend in sobbery here to for untold by mortal man. Why do some yuppie assholes have to screw up even the simplest pleasure for the rest of us? Lord knows you can't just get a cup of coffee anymore, you have to have a half-calf, part skim, part soy, grande, no fat, carmel maccahido. The more qualifiers they put on the order A) The more chance to get it wrong. B) Once it is wrong - gives the bastards an excuse to unload on the  PERSON (key word here folks) behind the counter. C) Takes the entire attention of the server so no one else gets waited on. Is that the plan? They have to be the center of attention even if it's for just that short period of time?

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  Now once they have their item come the and-a's. They can't give the whole order at once so now it's and-a stick of sugar, and-a candy cane, and-a bottle of this, and-a bit of that.....I'm sure you see my point here. Once again tying up the server with just them so no one else can be waited on.

  Well now this level of luniacy has crept into one of the simplest instutions in America...chicken wings. I remember when wings were simple the only choice you had was hot, mild, and how many you wanted. Not so any more. Now it's mix the hot and the garlic with som terraki on the side, now I want em extra extra crispy, all flats, then grilled but don't burn them. Then the and-a's started, and a blue cheese, and a celery, and-a some fries, and -a you're charging me for blue cheese then I want another one 'cause thione isn't full enough. <---This was an actual order from a Lincoln SUV driving soccer mom. This is just the one that came to mind first, but it seem everyone who walks through the door has a special need these days. 

   Get over it people - just eat some wings order all at once and relax. Always remember the guy/girl behind the counter is human too, and sometimes mistakes happen, this however is not an open invitation to dress him/her down like scolding a child. End of the day - the person your yelling at is holding YOUR FOOD. Think about it.

                                       Rant over

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 Ok, for those of you who don't know here goes.....

  After almost 10 years working for the rat, my employment was terminated due to no fault of my own. Soooooo I have reverted to my old career as a bartender part time while looking for full time work.

 Anyone looking for a good, strong drink and some of the best Chicken Wings on the planet can come see me at The Wing Shack on South OBT in Southchase. It's on the corner of OBT and Weatherbee. I highly reccomend the Trophy wings. I'm usually there on Wednesday's and Thursday's 3:00 to 7:00 ( or later depending )

                                                  Anyway - come see me.

                                                                Herb