You know what really grinds my gears? That is a tough thing to narrow down. I am a very hateful person and there is more than just one thing that pisses me off to no end. But let me vent a little and fill you wankers in on what makes my Irish blood boil.
Monthly Archives: September 2012
Hey Apple! Fix The Maps.
I updated my iPhone to the newest OS they have, iOS 6. While I am very happy with iMessage working and the photo stream, I am upset with how shitty maps work. I miss google maps. They are the best maps around and now Google is even mapping the ocean floor. Seriously, those nerds means business. With Apple, we get a map application that is anything but great. Maybe this is Apple’s plan. If Google and everyone else already have great map applications, they will release a great app down the road and exclaim how amazing their app is compared to all the others.
Brotherly Competition
It is time for another really lame joke. I think you’ll like this one.
A mother was happy to see her twin boys grow up. They were just little tykes without a care. They didn’t know much and weren’t able to speak. But she did what all mothers do. She nurtured them. She taught them how to talk, read, and write. She was their go to person for any question their tiny minds would come up with. They were always trying to out do each other. They always want to out do the other. It was a friendly, brotherly competition. Their mother wasn’t too happy with the idea of her sons always wanting to prove to the other who was the best but she let it slide. She found it cute really. They never fought about who won or cried when they lost. Usually, they would congratulate the winner or cheer up the loser.
The Pyramids Builders Revealed!
We have all questioned it. We’ve all wondered who is behind these great structures. I know now. I discovered this last week but haven’t had the chance till now to share it with you. You can thank a children’s movie for revealing the answer.
Not On The Same Wavelength
I feel like I was just interrogated by my neighbor. It was almost as if he was trying to prove me wrong but I know better. I know when I am wrong and I know when I am right. I am happy to say that I wasn’t wrong because being wrong just isn’t my style. I am never wrong. Boy, did my neighbor’s face turn red when I put him in his place. Let me explain the story. Then you can be the judge in all of this. I swear know I am right and he thinks he is. Decide. You’re the judge on this.