Posts Tagged ‘oregon’

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Officially Checked Out

April 16, 2008

I think the most difficult thing for me right now is to be in classes. I know that I’m moving in 4 weeks, and I have tons of other things to think about. I have to sell off all my stuff, ensure my moving plans are in tact and still drive my ass 3,000 miles to Boston.

I sound like an asshole every time I tell someone I conferred my degree last Spring. I’m just taking these classes because they are interesting, and they keep my mind fresh. The difficulty comes into play with grades: I’ve always been an “A” student. I tell myself I can settle for a “B,” but even when I get an “A-” I am extremely hard on myself.

Now, I’m in a position where I will be moving soon and cutting my classes short. Thusly, the grades don’t matter. I put this hypothesis to the test and only studied a good 5 minutes for my accounting quiz, and I’m pretty sure I still aced it. Maybe this checked out approach will tell me something about myself.

I’ll justify my scholastic apathy in the name of science. Move over Edison…

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1996 Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo for sale

April 15, 2008

1996 Grand Cherokee Laredo drives great, looks good and filled with lots of options: Ice Cold A/C, Power Windows, Power Door Locks, Power Steering, Cruise Control, Keyless Entry, Alloy Wheels, Anti-Lock Braking System.

Low mileage (under 120K) with mostly highway miles. Only second owner (belonged to family member beforehand.)

Must sell quickly due to job relocation to Boston, MA. Has all scheduled maintenance – oil & filter changed every 3 months, tires aligned and balanced every 6 months, recent engine work as well.

Very clean, non-smoker interior with no odors or smells. Very few interior blemishes on arm rests. Well maintained upholstery and floor mats.


Protect yourself and your family with features including dependable Jeep frame construction, Keyless Entry and Panic Button.

Looking for $4499 or best offer. A great deal for a great Jeep, please contact if you’re interested.

Accepting Cash, Personal Checks and Certified Money Orders/Cashier’s Checks. Will not accept Foreign Money Orders.

Please Contact El Cappytan if interested.

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Tow Truck Car-ma

April 9, 2008

It’s funny because I always laugh. I climb up on my bed, peep out the blinds and laugh as some putz gets his car towed from one of the paid parking spots in front of my apartments

Karma is one huge bitch, though, but not in the way you’d think. Instead, of having my car towed away (I actually own a parking pass for one of the spots), the tow company refused to come pick up someone in my space.

Yeah, the asshole that enjoys watching everyone else getting redemption, gets none of his own. First, let me point out that I’m working with a company called Froggy’s Towing; from what I’ve seen and my conversations tonight, the company is owned by an inbred duo of sister/brother/cousins. So I call good ol’ Froggy, expecting to get my spot back in a minute.

Froggy’s Employee of the Month

Instead, the woman on the other line (who sounds like she smokes 4 packs a day and probably saves her Marlboro points for a new Dale Earnhardt toilet seat cover) tells me that I need to be a manager with the secret password. The dialogue went a little something like this:

Marlboro Man: “You need to be a manager of your complex with our secret password.
Me: “I’m sorry, I didn’t call for video game tips. I thought I was calling to have a car towed from my spot.”
Marlboro Man: “Y’all need the password. There’s nothing I can do for you.”
Me: “Can’t you just prompt the driver to swing by my complex and check the tags. There’s revenue in it for you and a nice, fat space open for me. It’ll be our little secret.”
Marlboro Man: “You don’t have the password. Can’t do nothing.”
Me: “Then what the hell do I pay your company for? Why do I rent a spot here if you can’t enforce the agreement?”
Marlboro Man: “Honey, you don’t pay me shit! CLICK!

I stood there, reeling with anger, staring at this car blocking me from my amazing slumber on my comfy memory foam. What an asshole! I’m mad, but I decide to take care of it responsibly, so I call my landlord.

Me: “Hi, there’s someone in my spot at Canterbury Court, and I need them towed. Can you please call the towing company with the magic password so I can park?”
Landlord: “Oh, wow. I’m so sorry, I’m not the property manager. I’ve only been working here a week. Helen is the only one with the password. (Is it that fucking secret?) She doesn’t deal with towing situations on weekends because it’s the Lord’s Days, (yes, she said dayS) so you can like leave her a message tomorrow.”


My New Leasing Agent

I hang up the phone and angrily scribble a note: “Dear Assclown, Never park in this spot again, you stupid asshole!” I sign it with a little “<3,” you know that heart that everyone used to draw in 3rd grade.

I’m putting it on his car when I get a WOW moment. I pull on his door handle, just hoping he has a car alarm. Voila, it sounds, but there’s no reaction. I’m sitting there in my sweats and beanie, probably looking like I’m trying to rob this piece of shit car. I figure what the hell, so I pull it again.

Out walks this assclown, complete with his skater sweatshirt, way too baggy JNCO jeans and a 15 year-old McDonald’s employee mustache (and you know the one I’m talking about because we’ve all seen it.) “Why’s that fucking alarm going off,” he demands.

“Because you’re car is parked in my spot. Now kindly move it the fuck out,” I say with just the slightest hint of anger in my voice.

“What is this dent? What the hell dude? You punched my car? What the fuck is wrong with you?,” followed by 5 minutes of his ridiculous banter about the dent in his “baby.”

He finally pulls out. I start entering into my spot, feeling like I was being pulled on a chariot. This moron had just lost to my parking dominance. I reigned supreme in the parking world. That’s when he stole everything away from me: “Dude, you better watch out for your fucking car.”

Now Ladies and Gentlemen, El Cappytan is usually a pretty smart individual, but I was a complete idiot this night. After arguing with this street rat, I got right into my car and parked right in my spot, right in front of him. Needless to say, I’ve parked in another spot a block away for the past 3 days… because I’m just a plain, old schmuck.

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Lost Chicken

April 5, 2008

People have dogs, cats, lizards, even rats for pets. My friend, Sloby, decided he wanted chickens. The coop was built, the chickens were picked out, and for almost 2 years, we’ve watched those chickens guard their eggs and peck at their own shit for fun. The backyard smells like the dirtiest porta-potty I’ve ever had experienced. Imagine a mixture of cow shit, horse shit, mud and rice cakes… yeah, rice cakes.

These chickens were spoiled with food and, as a result, they were some of the fattest chickens you’ve ever seen. Well, recently one of the chickens fought the good fight and lost… to a raccoon of enormous proportions. She was abducted 2 nights ago and hasn’t been seen since.

Chicken Kidnapping flyers have been hung around the neighborhood of Agate and E 19th, but noone has come forward yet.

Any and all leads to a raccoon shitting out bird feathers will be rewarded with a high five and 2 fresh eggs. Pray for her soul.

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If Assholes Could Fly…

April 3, 2008

It really chaps my ass when people don’t follow through on certain things. For instance, I’ve been planning to have an advertisement for my art gallery (Studio AMH Fine Art Gallery) showcased in the University’s alumni e-newsletter. It has been in the works for months, supposedly headed toward the mailbox of over 56,000 alumni. Instead, they send out the April newsletter with blurbs about beach trips, basketball players and fondue.

It’s extremely unprofessional, and I have to say the Alumni Association just lost at least 1 future member. If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport.