Angry Rodent

you got that right buddy.

STOP WHINING, START GRINDING. We always have stuff to complain about. This job is not suitable for me, he/she is not doing this to my liking. The excuses are endless. But when comes down to grinding it, another set of excuse comes to play, is too darn hard, I’m too darn tired, is impossible, it can’t be done. Excuses after excuses. Stop your whining and start your grinding. We have being complaining about anything/everything, we are so use to it, it becomes second nature to us. In fact you enjoy whining/complaining because it makes you feel good. Is an outlet, where you channel that negative energy to more negativity. Stop your whining and start your grinding. Start grinding, forget all the New Year resolution bullshit. Every day is a New Year to you. Thank god that you are able to wake up yesterday and today. Everyday should be your New Year resolution. Seize the day.So start your grinding. Dig deep inside of you, keep your head down don’t give up. Tell yourself another 5 ...

--> Just in case you ever get these two environments mixed up: @ PRISON @ WORK You spend most of your time in a 10X10 cell @ PRISON You spend most of your time in an 6X6 cubicle @ WORK You get three meals a day, fully paid for @ PRISON You get a break for one meal and you have to pay for it @ WORK For good behavior, you get time off For good behavior, you get more work @ PRISON The guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you @ PRISON @ WORK You must carry a security card and open all the doors yourself @ WORK You can watch TV and play games @ PRISON You could get fired for watching TV and playing games @ WORK You get your own toilet @ PRISON You have to share the toilet with people who pee on the seat @ WORK They allow your family and friends to visit @ PRISON You aren't even suppo...

Dear Hard work, I feared you. Every time you call my name I ran in fear. Every time you come to find me, I hide in the dark like a coward. I hate you!!For your name alone has strike terror into everyone's heart. You are always 5 steps in front of me! As far and fast as i ran, you always in front of me!!I can't catch you. You made me gave up on so many things!! It was your fault, that I become lazy!!I blame you for my state of poor health. I became fat. I became so unhealthy. I became at 1 with any comfort zone. I started to make excuses that I’m not good enough. I started to believe in those lies that I've created by myself. I did that to make myself feel good. To make myself to be a victim. Your victim!!!!I hate myself!!I started to find the easy way out in everyday of my life. Most importantly, I blame you because it was the easiest thing for me to do. I heard the news. And yes I did not believe it. But you already know this. So I'm going to say it anyway...

When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where. Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered. Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor.. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom. Just then the doorbell ...

A farmhand is driving around the farm, checking the fences. After a few minutes he radios his boss and says, "Boss, I've got a problem. I hit a pig on the road and he's stuck in the bull-bars of my truck. He's still wriggling. What should I do?" "In the back of your truck there's a shotgun. Shoot the pig in the head and when it stops wriggling you can pull it out and throw it in a bush." The farm worker says okay and signs off. About 10 minutes later he radios back. "Boss I did what you said, I shot the pig and dragged it out and threw it in a bush." "So what's the problem now?" his Boss snapped. "The blue light on his motorcycle is still flashing!"

GENTLEMEN, IT'S TIME FOR YOUR ANNUAL "AM I GAY?" SELF-EXAMINATION... 1. If you are over thirty and you have a washboard stomach, you are gay. It means you haven't sucked back enough beer with the boys and have spent the rest of your free time doing sit-ups, aerobics, and doing the Oprah diet. 2. If you have a cat, you are a Flaaaaming homo. A cat is like a dog, but gay - it grooms itself constantly but never scratches itself, has a delicate touch except when it uses its nails, and whines to be fed. And just think about how you call a dog... "Killer, come here! I said get your ass over here, Killer!" Now think about how you call a cat..."Bun-bun, come to daddy, snookums!" Jeeezus, you're fit to be framed, you're so gay. 3. If you suck on lollipops, Ring-Pops, baby pacifiers, or any such nonsense, rest assured, you are a Gaylord. A straight man only suks on bar-b-que ribs, crab claws, raw oysters, crawfish guts, pickled pigs feet, or tits. An...