I am starring at one of my coworkers through a 3 inch thick piece of glass.  He has a microphone in front of him. 

He uses his microphone like a 12 year old uses a fleshlight-with awkward motions that produce no orgasmic results until an hour & a bottle of lotion has been extinguished.

How does an anarchist survive working at a conservative radio station where Rush Limbaugh is considered a God?  He flips off his co-workers when his co-workers cannot see him.  It could be worse, I could be back over at the Espanol station getting a headache from the Regional Spanish format that I was paid to listen too.

Bitch, bitch, bitch.  That is all I do.  I do have a large arsenal of current event knowledge that I dispense to my friends when we are out and about, making light of 20 dead bodies found in Guadalajara (which is not an easy task).  Oh wait, that is right, I do not have any friends.  I do have my dog, I think she likes me. 

Going back to the guy I am staring at right now.  He is so god-blessed lame.  His monotone voice makes me want to swallow glass without even telling my loved one's goodbye first.  His 3 hour show usually receives less than two calls, yet I am here producing the shit out of this shitball show.  When I say producing I mean playing youtube clips of Newt Gingrich and typing this bitch-blog on EbaumsWorld. 

I wonder whatever happened to Eric Ebaum after he was ran out of his website.  Does anyone know what Eric Ebaum is up to these days?

AWS

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User "iknowdozersdog" wrote the following on my profile page on Nov 13th @ 11:38pm:

blog, man, blog  

So I guess I will feed his need for my babble. 

On my last birthday I was dumped by my girl because she decided to go lesbian on me. What a cliche. I laughed at it, because I have had worse dumps than that. At least she didn't tell me this via email or facebook. So whatever I guess. 

I find these Occupy groups annoying. They are stationed here in my fair city, and they are a bunch of losers--that is my opinion so eat it.  There are large segments of the population of the U.S. that are doing what I am having too do...work a bunch of stupid part time jobs to make enough money to simply survive in this world. I don't blame Wall Street, I don't blame the government.

We could be a lot worse off, in my opinion. We could be in the 1400's when the black plague was sweeping across Europe and killing mofo's off.  I don't like the part time jobs I have right now, I mean shit I had to work on Thanksgiving yesterday. This motivates me to be in a different money making scheme this time next year. That is it.  

As far as the lesbian is concerned: I hope she gets as much satisfaction from her girlfriend using a dildo on her as I used my penis on her. Hmmmm. If you were looking for anything inspirational from me then you put your eggs into the wrong basket.

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So I have to work Christmas day, I really don't mind I suppose.

I will more than likely be playing "13 Days In Hell" and "Age Of War" found in the game section of the website.

I already told Santa to fuck off because I do not want anything, except a expensive hooker.  I told that fat man that if he snakes his way down my chimney I will dropkick him in the mouth.

So back to the radio station...

I am going to have to listen to Tejano music for 6 hours.  Every few minutes I will turn down the sound volume of the current song playing and say "Feliz Navidad".  If they try firing me, I won't know they are firing me because they only speak Spanish.  Hw did I get this job?

AWSmith

...is a hooker.

I work for a Spanish format radio station, and I do not speak Spanish.  I am so bored right now. I want a hooker so I can have intercourse while at work.

I never said I was going to entertain you with this (load of shit) blog entry.

so I just got a notice in the mail saying that I havent paid a toll charge, and they are wanting to charge me $15 dollars for "violation fee" because I didnt pay when I got the first notice.

this is the first notice.  so f you mofo's.

I am sitting on hold right now being forced to listen to someone butchering his/her fiddle.

FUCK THE WORLD

11 minute wait time, nice

Where is it? New ebaums dude? Where is my itunes gift card. I want to download songs and not have to pay for it. I have money in the bank if I feel like downloading a music video, or the new CD that all the kids are talking about.

BUT I EARNED MY F****** iTunes card.  I cashed in my points, waited patiently, and now want my card. 

I have emailed associates at Zvue.com, and have not heard anything.  That makes me think of the who song "Meet the new boss, same as the old boss."

I WANT MY ITUNES CARD.  I want it now!

~AW Smith

Damn I leave this fucking place for like three weeks and the thing that I relish the most (anarchy) is up and at em.  Damn!  I cant believe it!  Now if only it would happen in real life.  I cant even begin to think of the endless possiblities that could occour.

Me and the u to the g to the dork blastin' caps in a mother fucker down on the east side with east side dave.  Hells to the yeah.

MOTHER FUCKER EAT LEAD SANDWICHES YOU COCK SUCKER MOTHER FUCKER!!!RAT-A-TAT-TAT WENT MY NINE MILLIMETER

MY EYES WERE RED

MY KNUCKLES WERE BLOODY

SO I GRABBED AN EXTRA CLIP FOR ME AND MY BUDDY

BOOYAH MOTHER FUCKERS CANT HOLD SHIT DOWN WHEN ANARCHY AND BLOOD AND GUTS HAVE HIT THE STREETS

BUKAI

~AW Smith

P.S. I better get my fucking itunes card or there will be some hell to pay.

Yeah, I am going back for another round in higher education.  I had fun goofing off on here while working out of my home office.  Now I am studying all the time, it has been forever since I have had to learn anything.  It is not too bad I guess, this time around I will actualy remember being in class.  Wish everyone on here the best.  I will poke in from time to time to fuck around with the craziest bunch on the net.

Special Thanks too:

Eastside_Dave

lorddread

ugdork

And of course everyone in my fanclub.

~AW Smith

He opened the door to where Virginia was. The poor thing looked pathetic he thought as he began to inch towards the sleeping victim. He raised the syringe in the air, slowly advancing towards her like a lion about to pounce on a gazelle. When he got to the side of the bed, Virginia opened her eyes. Thru the cataracts she was able to see danger was fast approaching, and was not ready to let herself succumb to death quite yet.

That is when Virginia started to bark loudly, calling for help, if there was any.

What is it Virginia? Grandma yelled from the living room, where the family was congregating.

Im coming Virginia, hold on. Grandma said as she ventured down the hallway to check on her companion for the last 14 years.

When she entered the bedroom, and saw the syringe, she began to scream bloody murder at the hitman that was attempting to kill her dog.

GET AWAY FROM VIRGINIA YOU MONSTER! She yelled, as she threw a lamp in his direction.

The porcelain lamp busted over the hitmans head, sensing danger and possible law enforcement entanglements he jumped out the closed window. The sound of someone stepping on glass echoed thru the streets as he exited the area the same way he came in. As he was taking off in his plane, he contemplated early retirement. He had failed his first job, and an easy one at that.

~AW Smith

He remembered the family talking to him in the backseat of a minvan at a parking lot 3 days before.  They had talked about all of the medical conditions that had befallen his prey.  Cancer, hair and vision loss, teeth...gone.  The family also believed that dementia had set in, and it was hard to ger her bathed anymore.  The smell was overwhelming they said.  He knew he would be able to handle any smell short of death, for he had caused death before.

He held the needle down in his right hand.  It was a specially designed syringe, with finger holes for a better grip.  The plunger had a wide press for ease when injecting chemicals.  It was overcast in the suburbs that day, as he slinked down the hallway towards he bedroom group.  The family was not joking, the smell was rather rancid.  He guessed at least 2 weeks since some sort of cleaning had taken part.

He paused at the closed door, and looked back over his shoulder.  After he stuck the insulin into his target he was headed out a window.  He wanted to make sure no one was filming "Jenny's Last Christmas" moments.  No pictures either.  The smell was coming in waves, he figured that a fan was next to the bed keeping her nice and cool.  That was what was causing the unconsitent stench.  He turned back around one more time to see if anyone was watching, and put his gloved hand on the doorknob.  From the interior of the room a grunt or some type of decrepid sound radiated from the vocal cords.  He didnt know how to describe it in his head other than a snore.  Perfect he thought as he twisted the doorknob counter-clockwise while pushing open the door.

TO BE CONTINUED

He opened the door of the rental car he was driving.  He had arrived via private plane less than 20 minutes ago.  His equipment would not have been allowed thru a normal airport.  What he landed on could realy just be considered level ground.

He walked towards the house he had parked in front of, while walking up putting on a pair of black leather gloves.  He pulled the gloves tight on his hand, to prevent any slipping.  His instructions were to walk right in the door, not to knock.  His assignment ws deletion. 

His cover was a friend from out of town that came in to spend christmas with said family.  He entered the house and made the rounds, meeting everyone, and giving his fake name.  The family as a whole had funded his deletion assignment all in cash.  They couldn't stand to see the old timer suffer with cancer anymore.  He excused himself to the bathroom.  From the breastpocket of his jacket he removed his kit.  He extracted a syringe and an 80cc vial of insulin.  He thumped the needle, to stop the possibilty of air bubbles being in the syringe.  He exited the bathroom, turning off the lights first.  He snaked to the back bedroom, to meet the target. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

Recently, and I am not the only one, my uploads have been systamatically deleted.

The reason

"duplicate media"

Now I know that we are pulling all our eggs from seprate baskets, but they are coming from the same goddamn chicken.

I wanna know is this happening to anyone else?

Why is it suddenly happening now?

Have you ever uploaded something and then it was featured by someone else, and by someone who shall remain nameless?

I was told by one member to do a search before I uploaded something because it was a repost.  Well then isnt this entire website a large repost?  A repost of life?

Oh wow that was deep, my therapist would be so thrilled that I opened up like that...

Too bad it wasnt her legs I opened.

Back on topic...

I just think that certain objectives have been over looked until now, and I think it is major b.s. that suddenly a filtration system has been put into place to protect something that we do not know what needs to be protected.

I do however have my theories on why this sudden big brother system has been put into effect, if you want to hear it PM me.

That is all I got until this blog is deleted for "duplicate writing" reasons.

~AW Smith

So got my eyes examined today and what not,  Eyes still feel fuzzy after the dialation.  I am wearing sunglasses inside, reminds me of Patrick Bateman from American Psycho.

Eye exams suck

spraying air into your eyes and what not.

Look this way, look that way.  Get me the fuck out of here.  One of the nurses was really cute, in my blind state I would have not been able to read her number if she wrote it down for me so I passed on the oppurtinity to try to hit it.

I really dont have much to say except.

The other day I was purchasing some tobacco related products and a foreign clerk told me that my ID was expired and that that is against the law.  He then told me that I should take care of that because it is illegal. 

I told him I know my fucking ID was expired, and that I had lived in the state of Texas my entire fucking life and know the fucking laws in Texas.

He then told me to leave and never come back.  I shot him a quick whatever and left.

~AW Smith