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Posts by Gary Jr.
Memories of My Dad
May 21st
Here’s a fun memory I have of my Dad from when I was little:
Me, sitting in my bedroom in the back of the house. My Dad, sitting in the living room in his recliner watching TV in the front of the house.
Dad: “GARY! GARY! Come here.” (yelling from the living room)
Me: “WHY?” (yelling from the bedroom)
Dad: “Come here! Don’t question me.”
Me: “Fine!” And I walk into the living room.
Dad: “Could you change the channel to 7?”
Me: “UGH! DAD!”
Dad: “Channel 7.”
And I rotate the rotary dial on the TV from 4 to 7.
My First Cassette Tape
May 21st
Nick and I were talking the other day about our fondest childhood memories. We also brought up the first cassettes we owned.
The first cassette I ever purchased with my own allowance money was something FABULOUS! The year: 1989. (Even though the album came out in September 1988, it wasn’t very popular until the next year). The album: Hangin’ Tough by New Kids on the Block.
I remember being so in love with Jordan Knight. This girl in my glass named Allison Geyer (I think) had a whole binder of just photos of him from Tiger Beat and other kid magazines. And we used to sit under one of the trees and look at her folder and sing NKOTB songs. I still tear up when I hear “I’ll Be Loving You (Forever)”. And thus Sweetums was born.
Hand Dryers in the Bathroom
May 20th
Every time I dry my hands in one of those air blow dryers in the bathroom, I’m always reminded of skydiving. Why?
Well, my hands ripple like a million little waves as I stick my hand under the airflow. If my hands ripple like that, imagine my face when I jump out of an airplane. Like a shar pei in front of a fan. A human parachute face.
May 21, 2011: Rapture
May 19th
Why exactly has there been so much hubbub about this Rapture nonsense? Does it seem strange to you that it’s made the news over and over? Very strange. Must be a slow news month or something. Shouldn’t we be more worried about this second-in-command douche who just took over Al Qaeda. Bla!
Anyway Harold Camping, the minister who has announced the Rapture would come on May 21 of this year, is certain that an earthquake first will swallow up New Zealand at 6pm on Saturday. This will trigger the end of time…so prepare yourselves, bitches! Pretty crazy. The believers, both alive and dead, will rise up to the right hand of the Son.
I’m always so confused by ministers who predict the end times. Usually they come from these crazy fundamentalists who preach that the Bible is the inspired word of God and that it is infallible. They preach that the only interpretation of the Bible is the literal interpretation. For example, it took a literal 6 Earth days to create the World and for a full Earth day God rested. I’m pretty sure that there is a verse in the Bible that reads something like ”No man knows the day or the hour [of the Second Coming of Christ]. Not the angels. Not the Son. Only the Father.” I believe Jesus himself said that in the book of Matthew. Oh snap. The drag queen is pulling out her Christian fundie-roots.
So what gives, Mr. Preacher? If no one knows, not even the Son of God, who the hell do you think you are? So full of contradictions. How does anyone know what to believe? The only thing you all can believe in is this: if the rapture comes on May 21, it’s really going to put a damper on my birthday party.
Crap, Gaga. I Hate Edits.
May 19th
Now I’m liking Bad Kids more and more.
Oh Gaga. You’ve grown on me. Already my review is morphing into something different. Mighty Morphing Monster Review. Buttfuck it, I’m not editing my review.
I Am Your Grandma
May 18th
I seriously cannot get this song or video out of my head. This woman is awesome.
One day I’m gonna have a baby. And you will call her mom. That baby will have a baby and you will have this song. To know that, I am your grandma. I am your grandma.
So this is a gift I give to you like I already said. That there was a time I was aware that one day I’d be dead. I wish we could have met. I would have hugged you so. But you are in the future. You get love by video.
Enjoy.
Should Have Said It and Meant It
May 18th
Everything in life ebbs and flows, ladies and gentlemen. The D@2 train ran out of coal on the tracks somewhere between Pittsburgh and Poughkeepsie. Hello, it’s not a perpetual energy machine! You see, Alfie the coal-shover, developed a bad case of black lung and Nick the conductor tried to convert the train to a sustainable green vehicle using pedal-power. There was a slight mutiny. You see, the train was shipping a murder of Drag Queens across the nation on a whirlwind Popov Vodka tour. And those bitches weren’t about to pedal in heels. Luckily, their makeup and nylon jumpsuits can be converted to energy in the coal furnace. So slowly but surely, the wheels on this train are creeping along again. Keep Calm and Carry On, bitches.
But do know this. If you think you can test this drag queen while she’s burning up her favorite leopard print muumuu, I’ll spank you. And I’ll spank you good.
HRH: Why did you want my mom’s number?
Gary Jr.: To call her. Duh.
HRH: Do you?
Gary Jr.: Don’t I?
HRH: No.
Gary Jr.: Dead
HRH: Like the blog.
Gary Jr.: Mhmmm
HRH: Seriously people. Do something with yourself.
Gary Jr.: How about you create a blog and start posting.
You Know What I Hate
Apr 25th
I hate when coworkers fart in hallways. Especially egg farts the day after Easter. So thick it coats your clothes and you carry it back to your cube. Tasting it on your tongue.
The poor girls in accounting almost passed out.
Spotted: Shalita Double-Double at the Oakland PD
Apr 8th
That’s right. Shalita Double-Double doubles as a dispatcher. A dispatcher at large. Can you spot her?


















