Bender (literal)... day 3

I don't know what the fuck this... eh, page? Blog? Site? Whatever. I don't know what this section of the net is for. It kinda seems like it's advert space... maybe it's some heads up for the 3 people that might end up here? Although, that's what I thought the "official" VinylTap site was... but I digressst.

I'm holding the telemarketers at bay right now. They are literally on the line, listening to what I'm listening to (including keyboard clack-clack), because those assclowns thought it'd be a good idea to set it up so they can only disconnect once the person they call hangs up. Ya see, that shit ain't gonna play, by which I mean, I'm not gonna hang up until I get a nice playlist or two in... plus I gotta polish (polish?) off this bottle of Beam, and they're definitely holding the line until I accomplish my short term goals.

Really though, why would a person with any sense of logical logistics want to try and win a cruise from some random dude from India? Although, why would some random dude hold-up some random dude from India on the phone for an hour just for doing his job? Both of these are good questions, and I think both of them lead to places best left untouched by both freethinking, and gun toating Americans. Heh, toating. I'm not quite sure that even appears in the UrbanDictionary. Plus, I'm not American.

Alright. So I don't toat, and I'm not American. But whatever. I'm listening to Lewis Parker right now though, so.. yeah, random. Nibb High Footbal Rules!