Keep it Secret. Keep it Safe.

Operation Hobbit-Fucker is a go. (Trust me folks, you don't want to know. I am 30 seconds from canceling it at any given moment so you may never know.)

Truth Tip of the Day: Googling "Hobbit-Fucker" at work will most likely get you strange but knowing looks from the customers. (GIS of this term pulls up this image : Linky Linky . Sox fans are a strange people.)

Many of you are probably confused as to why I am blogging about this. Good News Everyone! It's saving you all from the " I can't stand Silly White Girls" blog. ("Like OMG my fiancee is in like the military and like what if he wants me to move some place stupid like Afghanistan? I would just die! That would be so inconsiderate of him for not considering my needs and getting stationed in Canada!" I don't even support the troops most days and I know that little girl needs to be stabbed directly in the eye. There is so much wrong with that sentence that my brain cells spark and fizzle every time I try to start a blog about that.)

Operation H.F. will be a very short and hopefully painless operation. Much like Euthanasia except with BBQ sauce instead of happy go night night serum. The code word for this little shindig was Betrayal but apparently that's not very nice. I figure an operation has to have an edgy password like "Betrayal" or "Ho's in different area codes" or "Stabbycakes". My old school tactics are not welcome these days. Tough crowd out there, tough crowd.


In other unrelated news, I seek opinions. Would any of you be friends with someone that clearly finds you to be sub par? That seems like a bad idea to me. Apparently, all the hip young people are fine with this. Of course, they haven't been found to be lacking except for in common sense.
In my various traipsing through social circles, I have discovered that there is just no point in being friends with people you don't like well enough to pull a knife from their neck to let them mercifully bleed out. Thank goodness the minion is a much softer touch than I am. Two of us hating the universe would probably lead to another Malvo type situation where everyone assumes some white people took a dive off the deep end but really it's just two geeks with a paintball gun and a world of warcraft subscription.

If you all will excuse me, I am off to stab this better person I keep hearing about (Don't think she and I will ever meet. We are repelling each other much like two magnets on the wrong end do. I hear she has a pretty smile. I won't trade her for my rictus today.)