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Howdy Ghostfans…

Well, you rotten dirty, perverted scoundrels…Yeah..I missed you too. ;-)


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Been busy as of late. Haven’t really had a ton of time for much…work, eat, sleep, repeat. What little free time that I’ve had has been spent with my kids, so dating hasn’t really been even on my radar.

So, Back in May, my oldest finally decided to join the DarkSide…Catching an inbound freshman was easier in some ways than I expected…harder in others.

I thought I’d share a conversation I had with his blessed little heart.

Spectre: I have to remember to pick up a ticket to the Homecoming Dance on Saturday.
Ghost: You going ‘stag’?
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Free Prodigy Vocabulary lesson:
‘Going Stag’:
stag   /stæg/ Spelled [stag]
IPA ,noun, verb, stagged, stag·ging, adjective, adverb
noun
1. an adult male deer.
2. the male of various other animals.
3. a man who attends a social gathering unaccompanied by a woman.
4. Informal . stag party.
5. a swine or bull castrated after maturation of the sex organs.
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DarkSide Unsolicited Comment:
“Dictionary.com…hookers. It’ll make you less f*cking retarded!”
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Spectre: Uhm…I’m going with two girls and meeting a couple more there…so, I guess that I’m going…’Pimp’?

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Ghost: (Laughing) Good one…I like that. So, when did you decide to go?
Spectre: Awhile ago…I told you.
Ghost: No, you didn’t. Wanna know why?
Spectre: I know I told you. Why do you think I didn’t tell you?
Ghost: Correction. I don’t THINK you didn’t tell me…I KNOW you f*cking didn’t tell me…and THIS is why:
1) I started busting your ass about this like 8 weeks ago. If you had asked a girl, you have to make dinner reservations, get flowers, and arrange transportation… since your monkey ass can’t drive.

(Gonna have to wait to take your date like this til next year, kid!)
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2) I have to work this weekend. So I would have to alter my sleep schedule since I’m on thirds.
3) I only forget stupid crap…like married women’s first names, keys in the ignition of cars, and any promise made to get people to leave me alone while I sleep.
Spectre: (Indignant and a ‘tad’ sarcastic) I’m sorry. Well, I guess next time, I’ll shout my plans from the mountaintops…
Ghost: Don’t take that tone with me. I’ll kick your ass. I’ve put in quite a few hours at the shop this week where they’re talking layoffs, I’ve been sleeping like sh*t, and the muscles in my right calf haven’t stopped spasming in 13 days. If you had told my dumb ass, the first question out of my mouth would have been, “What are you wearing?” Have you got dress shoes? A shirt and tie? A belt? Motherf*cking dress pants? Who’s ironing that sh*t?
Spectre: Oh….Yeah…I don’t have anything to wear.


(She might be able to pull this look off, but YOU, my son…cannot.)

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Ghost: It’s Thursday, Jabroni. I have to go to work tonight. Can’t get you clothes tonight. You have a football game Friday, and I’m working til 7am Saturday. Then, you have practice from 8-11am. I’m going to have to stay awake, and help you go get this stuff and get that mop on your head addressed.
Spectre: (Interrupting) Well, compared to all the guys on the team, this is really short…
Ghost: Well, they aren’t my kids, and if their parents don’t care if their kids look like crap and are having sex with anything that moves, that’s their business…You planning on shaving sometime this month by the way?
Spectre: Yesssssssss. Damn, dad.
Ghost: I’ll stop busting your ass, when I believe you’re going to be able to take care of yourself when I’m dead.


(Is that a Ghost Stripper?….Nah, Ghost is done dating those…even in the afterlife…)
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Long story short, We saw my very un-gay hairdressing pal named Timmay and visited Ms. Voodoo’s consignment spot…got this kid some threads, a belt and shoes, and sent his little monkey ass off to the dance…where he seemed to have a good time.

I gotta say this…the little bastard cleans up pretty well.  I was actually sort of impressed when he got all dudded up. 

Sh*t.  There may be hope for this kid yet.

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghostfans…

Why is that on fire? Why is no one alarmed?

Where in the f*ck did that part go?

Do these f*cking prima donna wire burners know how to scrape weld berries?

Supervisor:  What the f*ck does that say?
Ghost:  Read. A written tag can’t talk. What did they write here? or What is this word?  How does this read?  But that damn tag absolutely ain’t ever gonna ’SAY’ a damn thing.
Supervisor:  Whatever, smartass.  What was that? You’re volunteering for the 5am inventory on Sunday?  That’s great.
Ghost:  Sonuvab*tch.  F*ck me. Gotta learn to keep those comments INSIDE my head.

She’s factory cute.

(DAMN!!!!!!!)


(That’s better….but she’s still an Oompa Loompa.)

What the hell is wrong with these kids today? That one is wearing a teenage girl’s jeans, dyes his hair black and let’s it hang down in front of his eyes, has more metal in his face than we scrape off parts in an 8 hour shift. The second the break whistle sounds they all sit down, and stare slack jawed at their damn iPhones swiping it lazily with one finger.

(THIS is what powers our manufacturing sector these days…no wonder Japan, Korea, Germany, etc… are kicking our ass!)

I don’t know why these old guys b*tch? They all make 5-6 bucks more an hour than we do, they have 5 paid weeks off a year, and can retire and take pensions tomorrow if they wanted.  Why the f*ck are they even still in here, damn?!?!?!?!

You remember that time that Ghost asked that Enginerd if he wanted to actually “build” an engine?  That bastard had that guy lifting those 65 lb cast iron oil coolers and doing his job for about an hour.  THEN, he clowned him the whole time, telling him how soft and weak he was from holding clipboards and pens all day…and the frigging guy AGREED WITH HIM!!!!

Do stupider people exist on the planet? I swear on everything holy that they must be trying to make all the old timers retire by hiring only the dumbest, screw-offs available.  I’m amazed that some of these guys can find their way BACK the next day for work.

Who do I need to get to move these loads out from the highrise storage and over to Quality? We need to check them all for a possible defect.
I dunno.  I’m new.
Okay, I’ll ask that guy.  Who do I need to get to move some material out of those highrises?
You see that fat f*cker down there? That’s Jim.  Talk to him.
(Mind cuts to that Dr. Seuss story, Him. Jim. Jim is after him…I swear my mind wanders to keep me from killing stupid people or just going absolute apesh*t sometimes…)

(That Fat F*cker Jim…You must talk to him!)
You Jim? I need to get some stuff down from there.
Oh, no.  I don’t do that anymore. I quit being team lead because I was sick of that sh*t.  You know Mike?  Over by the wash tank? Go talk to him.
(Turning around, throwing my hands up in the air) What in the F*CK!!!
Forktruck driver stops (used to know my dad) Welcome to my world, kid.
I need some sh*t down from the highrise. Who do I beat to make this happen?
(Grabbing his phone, he calls someone) Cecil will come get it for you. No sweat.
It’s hotter than the devil’s mistress’ crotch, on the hood of a black ’67 Camaro in August in Death Valley in here.  There’s lots of damn sweat…and little patience for the idiots who work here.
Try working here for 40 years kid.
Touche, sir.


(Is this a Ginger reference, or are you talking LITERALLY, Ghost?)

I wish this damn place was air conditioned.
No, you don’t.
You’re smoking crack, Ghost.  Why the hell wouldn’t I want A/C in this place?
Cause now when it gets hot, the Clipboards and Khakis all stay in their offices…in the A/C.  If we had it out here, they’d be out here and up our asses ALL the time.

Who in the hell told you to do that? It could have f*cking exploded! What?  My boss?  Holy Sh*t, nobody in here knows what the f*ck is going on!!!

(Dealing with Wondertards all day, makes dad MAD!!! Get him the pint glass of whiskey with ice, and it will bring him back to NICE!)

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghostfans…

Been dealing with some personal crap here.  Working on some significant blog posts, but I just wanted to drop this quick one to let you know that I’ll be back up and running before too long.

It’s been hot.  I’m sure you know this.


(C’mere Ghost….It’s been about a year since I last got to light your ass up!!!)

Here was a convo I had with my childhood buddy, Curveball:
(Note: I’m in the office and lab now a lot, he is not.)

Curveball: How’s the AC punk?
Ghost: Nice. Really nice. Gonna have to go to third shift for awhile.
Curveball: I wouldn’t mind third right now.
Ghost: I’ve decided that I need a hot girlfriend, good job, no kids…and a pool.
Curveball: She can be okay looking if she has a pool.  She can even have a couple of kids if she lets you bring friends over.
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              This                                                         Her                                         Very Nice!!!
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Ghost: Nice.
Curveball: Just as long as some other sucker is paying his 20%.
Ghost: Well in our state, two kids you pay 25%, and three you pay 30%.
Curveball:  Yeah, I guess you would know.  Hahahaha!!!
Ghost: Yes, sir….I pay…a lot. So, any more conditions on my future girlfriend?
Curveball: Hot, slutty friends?
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(Vodka, check…Kissing on each other…double check…Curveball Approved!)
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Ghost: You’re married.  What good does that do you?
Curveball: Married, yes.  Dead, no.  They are just fun to be around/look at.
Ghost: Fair enough.  Get the engine primed for you, to go home and unleash on the wife?
Curveball: Yep.
Ghost: Sounds like some wisdom that your dad might share with us.
Curveball:  My dad and wisdom don’t belong in the same sentence.

Ghost:  Leathernutz tells me I need to go out and just be a dirty manwhore.  Stop worrying about finding a good one…just have lots of ones that MIGHT be good…or just a little bad.  Any opinions?
Curveball:  I’d whore it up.
Ghost:  You guys kill me. My buddy Subzero tells me to go be bad, so he can live vicariously through me.
Curveball: You better do it while you can. 40+ year old men don’t need to be in the clubs.
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(Like this guy!!!)
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Ghost:  Then I’ve got to buy a boat or a bar…then it isn’t creepy.
    or this    
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Curveball:  Either one of those would be cool.  There is a lot of upkeep on both.
Ghost:  Less likely to drown in the bar…or scare people off with my ridiculously white ass.

(Hey, Pale can be attractive….well…maybe Scarlett can be pale and hot….)

Later hookers…

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghost fans…

I’m in a right foul mood.  It’s been awhile, but I’m beyond a little pissy.  It was hotter than hell last week.  At work the other night, a guy ran across the aisle and put a cup of ice water on the top of a fork truck….the driver saw it before he drove off, so no luck with the pranks, but the hotter it gets around here, the more these guys will try to entertain themselves at someone else’s expense.

With the break in the heat, I’m feeling a little less like roadkill today.  I don’t think that’s what is causing the rising tide of internal rage.  I’ve got a pretty good idea what’s up, but I’m going to have to be an adult and deal.


(Remember when throwing on some superhero underoos could make your day?  I wonder if they make them in man sizes?)

(Apparently, they’re making them in hottie sizes! Damn!!!)

And no, to that friend of mine who suggested that it had just been too long since I had gotten laid….it’s not that…(although it has been awhile for that as well.)

I almost wish I were like a mood ring with my “condition”.  Like I’d start to turn dark blue the worse that the Myasthenia Gravis was affecting me.  Then the people around me would know when to start backing the f*ck off.  The other great benefit to this would be as I started to look like a pissed off giant smurf, those people who question whether anything is wrong would f*cking get a clue.


(Ghost SMASH!!!!….then take really long nap…cause he gets very tired…very fast…MG sucks!)

Yeah, it’s been suggested that I’m bucking for sympathy or playing it up….if anything, I hide when it’s bothering me…I also detest being treated any differently, so I’ve just been gutting it out, finding ways to cope.  Mowed the grass and hung some blinds before work today.  My forearms and hands feel like painful stone blocks right now. The muscle spasms started in my left tricep and calf almost immediately after mowing when I sat down.  Ever hear of someone’s arms getting tired just typing 200 words?  From my fingertips to my biceps, I can feel every muscle as I force my fingers to extend out and hit each and every key….I can almost feel a tired “pull” up through my right bicep and up into my left shoulder a bit.  It’s fun…in that not very cool way.

Oh well.  F*ck MG, and f*ck those people. 

I had the LDoC Father’s day weekend, and I got this Halestorm covers CD at their show last winter.  Apparently, Axl Rose granted them permission to print a certain number, and the band thought they could reprint more, and his people refused to allow them to print more.  If you can find one, grab it.  It has a Skid Row, Lady Gaga, Temple of the Dog, Guns ‘N Roses, Heart and The Beatles.  Well, I play the first track, and ask my daughter if she knows who this is, and she screams, “Lizzy!!!!!!”.  She’s going into first grade, and we haven’t covered the whole, sometimes rock stars spell their names funny phenomenon.  So, LZZY, you definitely have a little new fan.

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If you get the chance to see Halestorm, do it…LZZY is a tiny little thing, but she can wail.  Their drummer is a gag too.  He damn near juggles his drumsticks while playing….it’s pretty impressive.  Got to meet them after the show, and they’re legitimately nice people too.

(To their mother, I filter the content…we don’t listen to any questionable songs…no swears.  I promise.)

Anyway, been slacking this week.  Finally made the jump to the other building at work, but I have to be up for work at 5am…instead of my usual NOON wake up alarm….getting adjusted to the new schedule….I should get it down just in time to move to third shift!  F#$%$#%$# AWESOME!!!!!

It’s a good job, and I’m thankful….but a regular sleep schedule would be nice.

Anyway, I’m working on a couple pieces…might have one for you Friday.

Later, hookers.  To my buddy, VF, Ghost has a present for you the next time he sees you.

Til then…

I’m Ghost, and I’m out of here…

Howdy Ghostfans…

And for you new people, I guess the first order of business is to introduce myself.  My name is Ghost.  I sometimes write from the perspective of one of the five different personalities that run around up between my ears…sometimes they jump in and out to collaborate with me like the Wu-Tang Clan…

(In my head…it looks like this…but much more white….like almost see-through pale…)

Ladies….I give you:

Top 7 ways to f*ck up your online dating profile!

(Now Ghost, really?  Why pick on the ladies?)

Well, I’m a guy.  I notice stuff…you know…that makes me think, YES, I’d date her.  Or things like…I’d definitely have sex with her, but I don’t believe I’ll use my real name.  Or even worse….Can I block this chick so she can’t see me? Day-umn!!!

So, my goal is to help you attract better men with your profiles…or worse ones if that’s what you’re into. ;-)

(It’s alright if we make Catwoman angry….when she looks like this….we’ll do whatever she says….)

Without further ado…here we go…
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Might as well start at the top…

7) Joining the ‘Mommy’-brigade…

(What you think you’re projecting…..

…What men think when we read, Mom, mom, mommy, mom, mom!!!!)

(Ghost you insensitive prick!  How dare you pick at a woman’s RIGHT to broadcast the fact that she has had sex, and most likely stretched out very delicate areas of her anatomy…probably to the point where they did not return to their pre-incubatory states?)

(This sh*t is not sexy….damn….double damn….Scroll down already…dammit!)

Well, ladies…it’s just that simple…Men are not looking to date your kids, or pre-occupied uterus….and the ones who ARE interested in your kids…Need to be shot at dawn.

(Dark Side: Dammit, Ghost!  You know how pedophiles piss me off!!!  It’s the one topic that the White Knight and I agree on.  Dismemberment and public display to deter any future nut jobs from hurting kids….)

Easy there Dark Side…we’re trying to help the ladies out here.  Anyway, back to the topic at hand.

There’s a box.  Have kids? Yes or No.  Somewhere in your description area, declare the number of times your Baby Chamber has been occupied.  It’s only fair to let a fella know how many little people are demanding your time.

This does two things: One it keeps guys who absoultely aren’t interested in kids away….it also prevents YOU from beginning a conversation with someone who you start to get all ‘tingly’ about after about 300 messages back and forth with…getting your hopes up…and then finding out he’s okay with two kids, but your 4 is too damn many.

Ghost has 4 demon spawn.  Been married twice.  Gotten the “Damn, you’re cute” messages, that turned into a couple hundred texts, and then heard the brakes lock-up and squeal when the lady in question found out about my brood.  It hurts…so a little preemptive medicine is order here. But my “Little Demons” are standard equiment…they come with the Ghost….package deal…If you aren’t down…do me a favor and keep clicking on…don’t waste my time telling me crap I already know…like how damn nice that dimple of mine is….or those darn blue eyes…ladies…I know… ;-)

I understand how important a “job” that being a parent is…I really do.  However, you were a person prior to getting knocked up…you need to be a separate person in order to date.  More on this later.

This topic will resurface throughout our countdown.  It’s a frequent mistake, and can cause problems in several places on a profile page.

Tally ho…(No, that isn’t an insult…<Facepalm>…there may be no hope for some of you…)

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6) Terrible username

Mademoiselles….selecting a username can be fun, cool, exciting….however…do not do the following, if you’re trying to land a good guy:

No “HotMommyof4″, “AmyandDevin” or “Cassie’s mom” (Again, not dating your kid..didn’t need to see their name.)

No to Lonely, Crazy, SexXxy, Misunderstood (mizundastood or any other dumbass spelling), no Wacky, Silly, Wild or Funky…..(Okay, If you play bass in a Funk band…I’ll allow it…but aside from that…no.)

No weird reference to a character in an Ayn Rand novel or any other obscure literary character…The only guys who are gonna know this…are probably gay…or married to another Lit major from college…..who’s probably gay as well.

I’m currently leaning towards no ‘Namaste’.  Great you know a Yoga word…why would I date you?

Nothing wrong with a nickname…so long as it’s positive…If your nickname is Drunk Sammi Liebowitz, going by DSL1984 is a REALLY bad idea…two reasons…explaining how you got to be Drunk Sammi is not going to impress a nice guy…secondly….DSL has a VERY different connotation in the slang world….

(DSL’s???  Check!)

Best to run any potential handles through UrbanDictionary.com to see if the “cool” kids are using your soon to be moniker for something nefarious.  I guarantee*** that if you use DSL in your title….you’ll get more penis photo messages than my fellow blogger Kat.

(***Guarantees not valid in any of the contiguous 48 states and only valid on the second Tuesday of the third week of October, in Leap Years in Hawaii and Alaska.)

Keep it simple.  If your name is Jen, and you were born in 1978, Jen1978 or Jenni78 is completely fine.  Most of these sites make you disclose your age anyway.  Just don’t do somthing like include your last name too.

Too many creepers.  I live in a small town, so I use the biggest nearby town’s zip code.  One it keeps someone who gets past inital screening and has learned my real name from being able to target lock my driveway.  Being 6’1″ and 220 is less of a concern for me, but if you have kids especially, this can be very unsafe.

(This is what happens if Ghost gets stalked….)

Which leads me to my next point….

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5) Photos

Sweet Lord in Heaven….this is one area where I want to shoot myself in the face.  Where to even begin….

A- Use a current photo…period.

I don’t care if you used to be a Victoria Secret model.  If you don’t still have a flat stomach, no muffin top and have the slightest  prayer of fitting into those clothes in the picture EVER again…don’t use it.

(Before pics aren’t required….unless you’re back to BEFORE!!!)

B- Do NOT include your children….Again, pretty kids are targets.  Coupled with a bad username and small zipcode area, you could be setting yourself up as a target for a child abduction.

Secondly, if you’re not happy with your figure, positioning your kids around/in front of you doesn’t fool anyone.  Rock what you got.  Period.  If you don’t like it…hit the gym.

C- Type of photos.

Do not include only headshots.  Do not make all your pics of groups.  Do not post a pic of you with your ‘hot’ friends.  These are all misleading.  False advertising may get you some casual replies, but if you’re looking for a “real man”, you gotta have truth in advertising.  Like it or not, you’re selling yourself.  Most cars get their buyers hook initially with their paint and wheels.  A nice smile and eyes goes a long way.

(Dark Side: They have no idea how many times, I’ve cycled through the first three pics and target locked on the redhead….who was in all three pics…only to figure out that the brunette was the profile subject.  Many a poor Storm Trooper have felt my wrath when this happens…Have a heart…save Storm Troopers from needless extra beatings….)

Include a dressed up/night on the town pic.  A chilling out photo…like tailgating or a barbecue.

(This is okay…)

(This is fine too…)

(Hell yes!)

(All Hail, Lord Bundy!)

(But absolutely NOT a sweats, no make-up lap-top cam pic in your messy bedroom shot. No bathroom/cameraphone/in the mirror pic…dear God, have you seen what was in the toilet behind some of those chicks trying to look all sexy?)

A group outing pic…..just make sure that it’s obvious who YOU are….again, we’re trying to get YOU a man…not your hot friend.

Showcase your interests.  You like horses, ONE pic with a horse.  You like sports…post a pic in your favorite jersey or tailgaiting. Not a pic OF a horse.  Make sure that YOU are the focus of these pics. Ladies with dogs…they are NOT your kids….I don’t care what you privately think…NOT in your profile…as such…same rule as pics of kids…don’t include them, unless you are in the pics with them. I don’t care how cute he and his chew toy are…I’m after a woman…not adopting a stray.

YOU MUST BE IN EVERY PIC.  Exception…a shot of a unique tattoo that you have.  Include a full body shot of yourself.  You want to be picked for what you are…not what you aren’t.

Do not get all hoochied up.  It’s one thing to have a girl’s night out photo.  It’s another to be rocking the spandex dress, hooker heels and drinking out of glasses with a penis straw….save the bachelorette party pics for later.

(Again….unless your goal is to take a run at Snarky Snatch’s Penis-text Guinness World Record…how many of you terminally single chicks have your calendar marked to go see ‘Magic Mike’….free tip…don’t include how excited you are to see this in your profile either.)

ALSO, FOR F*CK’S SAKE…..Never include a pic of you in an old wedding dress.  We get it, you looked good that day.  Don’t remind us that you failed as an MRS once/twice/thrice before.  Okay?  Would you want to see a guy in a tux at the church?  Hell no.

Also, don’t include photos of you with any males….except maybe your brother and father…and they better be clearly labeled in the caption….and absolutely NOT the first pic we see.  Don’t let the first thing we see….make us think…’Now who the f*ck is THAT guy?’  Trust me….not good.

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4) TELL US WHAT YOU WANT…Don’t tell us what you don’t want

Losers with no jobs, liars, cheaters, douchebags, guys who just want to hook-up, guys who want naked pics, general retards…don’t contact me.

(Dark Side: F*cking duh.)

My all time favorite….If you have bad teeth/poor oral hygiene, don’t even bother.

My buddy lost two front teeth in Iraq…(something about slamming his face into the dash of a Humvee that had been rammed, jumping out, shooting at the bad guys and spitting his teeth out somewhere along the way to bark orders at his men.)  He is missing teeth.  He’s a freaking great guy, and is subconscious as hell about his partial.  (He’d never admit it, and I’m never going to nickname him for fear that somebody would ID him in real life, and he’d literally make me kiss my own ass….or worse.)

(We get it….and DUH…but I bet somewhere…this guy gets laid some too!)

A nice guy might have grown up poor.  Might be working his way up, and just hasn’t paid someone to straighten out his grill yet. Maybe his parents died when he was little, raised by his grandma and couldn’t afford braces. You might have just missed out on a stock on the rise.  Think about crap before you write it.

We assume if you’re a “real woman” that you’re looking for a “real” man.  If we’re looking for someting serious…not lying, cheating, etc…. Is kind of a no brainer.

The virtual dating circuit is no different than the bar….douchebags will make a play for you.  Ignore them, or send them packing.  But you’re wasting valuable time by listing all the crap you DON”T want…..which leads to my next point….
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3) Have some damn interests….and tell us about them.

I blogged about the Top 10 Reason’s Why a Guy is Still Single awhile back.  This point holds true for catching a nice guy too.  If you aren’t passionate about something…we won’t be passionate about you.

Stand out.  Tell us what makes you tick.  If you love jet-skiing, kayaking, hiking, Nascar (Oh sweet Lord, that crap puts me to sleep.) the Cubs, 49ers, Detroit Red Wings, whatever…. tell us.  This will make you stand out from the sea of “mommy of three, doesn’t want douchebags, message me if you want to know about me.”

Bullsh*t!  I clicked on your profile.  If you aren’t putting anything on the menu, why the hell should I bother messaging you?  Seriously…I’m pretty smart. Very articulate…(nevermind all the swearing…it’s for effect).  Some of these profiles are impossible to intelligently make any conversation with.

“Hey there.  I’m not a douchebag.  I have a job.  I have my driver’s license.  I’ve never cheated on a girl.  I’m not sure how to prove I don’t lie….but I have references that I’m a genuine nice guy…really.”

WTF?

So tell me what you like….

(Note: Dark Side is NOT a Country Boy.  We have a beat up old Jeep that we enjoy driving over stuff, but we don’t like Nascar, we like Rock/Metal/Rap.  If you say you’re looking for a Pickup truck driving redneck, PBR drinking, cowboy hat wearing guy, we’re not stopping on your page.)

However, do you know who will stop there???

….the EXACT damn guy you’re looking for!  Bam.  Common Ground.  A starting point.

Don’t turn your profile into approaching a girl blind at the bar based solely on her looks.  Give the guys an edge to break the ice here.

Akeem from “Coming to America” passes on the girl who will do “Whatever he likes…”.  He wants a woman with intellect, humor, passion.  Not a walking, breathing blow-up doll.  It think you get the point.  If not…you might be lost.

(Which one do you want to be?)

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2) Use the damned spell check function.

No….no debate here.  Period.  I don’t care that u thk its kul 2 txt type.  gurlz dat type like dis make n1c3 guyz 4get u bc they thk u r 12 y/o.

Misspelling sh*t is unacceptable too.  Most of these things will underline the f*cking word in red!!!!  SOME OF THEM EVEN OFFER YOU CORRECTIVE CHOICES IF YOU CLICK ON THE RED NOTIFICATION!!!!  Seriously, this damn thing will TRY TO HELP YOU NOT LOOK RETARDED.   Good rule of thumb: If you don’t know the word…don’t use it.  Dictionary.com is a great tool to use as well.  If you’ve used the word ‘awesome’ or ‘great’ more than once, use the thesaurus function…it’ll give you different words that mean the same thing.

(Free grammar lesson.  You may even learn some sh*t!)

(Ghost doesn’t let his readers be the ‘Dumb Chick’.)

Now for some people, that lack of ability to spell could be a deal breaker.  For others, it may not bug them if they get a chance to know you.  Don’t let words like they’re, there and their keep you from meeting the right guy.  Like I said, it’s a built in function….for some guys they’ll see it as plain lazy or dumb not to take the 5 extra minutes to proofread your sh*t before you put it out there for everyone to read.

(Ghost…you’re an asshole…..and a jerk….)

Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.  I’m single because I choose to be.  I’m weighing my options.  Meeting new people.  Evaluating their availability vs mine.  Deciding whether that hour drive is that big of a deal, or if I prefer a girl closer to home? Checking their interests against mine.  Where we are different, can I learn something new, or will those differences rub like sandpaper til it bleeds and kill the relationship?

That’s called a segue….(pronounced Seg-Way…not showing off, just trying to expand your vocab. Another lesson….Prodigy offers that free of charge. ;-)   He’s a smart dude….but he can keep me from getting laid from time to time….Just another character that lives upstairs between my ears….)

Have you guessed number one yet?
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1)  As in ONE WHOLE PERSON…

If you bounce from relationship to relationship, and believe that it’s always someone else’s fault…or that you always get screwed…..(OOOOhhhhhh….Just remembered another fatal username… Swear on everything holy, this girl’s nick was AlwaysUsed####…WTF?  Everyone has hard times and bad relationships…don’t lead off with that….damn.)

Anyway, relationships are between TWO people.  You’re never going to find someone to “Complete” you….(F*cking Jerry Macguire, bullsh*t!….You had me at hellooooooOH, shut the f*ck up! Gag.)  You’re never finding your “better half”.  You’re not finding your “soulmate”.  There isn’t someone that is destined to make everything better and sweep you off your feet.

Fairy tales don’t happen….they’re written.

(Ghost….we take it back…you’re a heartless douchebag!)

Wait the f*ck a minute…read what I wrote:

Fairy tales don’t happen…they’re written.

Still don’t get it?  They’re made…they’re constructed…built.  It takes work to get the Prince/Knight in Shining Armor, the castle and happily ever after.

(You ready to work….to make THIS happen?)

Sitting on your ass isn’t what Cinderella did.  That b*tch was on her knees scrubbing floors, doing dishes and sewing and taking care of her horrible stepmother and evil biotch stepsisters.  Cinderella paid her dues and karma made sure she got hers.

Get your ass in school.  Get your ass to the gym. Work hard, and make something of yourself.  A good man will appreciate a woman who handles her business.  Take care of your home, and kids and don’t b*tch about it.  “Real women” handle their lives.  They have schedules, and interests.  They read.  They can discuss politics or religion….without being judgmental.

(What does this have to do with being ONE WHOLE PERSON, smartass?)

Glad you asked.  If you aren’t okay by yourself…you’ll never be okay with someone.  They’ll be able to help you out, but if you depend on them ALL the time for something, you’re never going to be able to help them, when THEY need YOU.

That’s what a relationship is about.  It’s not rainbows, flowers and happiness.  It’s about having someone who doesn’t leave you stranded when life kicks your ass.  Someone who’s there for you when you’re broken, bloody and broke.

That’s love.  It takes work and commitment to get the fairy tale.  Are you up to the task?

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Evaluate your life.  Are you a whole person?  Know what you want, like and need…and know the difference between the three?

If you’re not ready, pull your profile down.  Join a gym.  Read some books. Travel to somewhere new.  Do something to improve yourself.  Learn CPR. Donate time to a charity or cause.

In six months….put up pictures from the charity event you helped at.  Show off the new body/figure that six months of hard work earned you.  Talk about that book that you read and enjoyed.  Your profile will be completely different…and so will you.

Then maybe with a little hard work….you can land a guy like Ghost! ;-)

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It’s been fun.  Big shout out to everyone who encourages me to keep up with this.  I’m amazed at how much I have written and that anyone really cares what words fall out of my head.  My creative brain centers cramp up sometimes, or my ADHD kicks in, or Dark Side gets ahold of some whiskey and all hell breaks loose…(then…there is always something to blog about….sigh….that guy is always into something…)

As always…thanks for reading me.  May your online dating be more successful…and…

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghostfans…

There seems to be some confusion about some details of the Ghost’s life…..so, I figured that I’d set out to clear my good name…..Bahahahahahahaha!!!!  Alright, alright….just to clarify what shenanigans I’m willing to claim….and present an admittedly one-sided and completely biased picture of myself….as fairly and unadulterated as possible….ok….I’m pretty sure that I’m pretty thoroughly adulterated, so scratch that last part….

Anyway, I’m a Browns fan…who drinks tea or hot chocolate at Starbucks when his friends want to go…

While I’m at it, I also am a Redbird fan…

a Washington Capitals Hockey fan…


And ever since that Goofy Charles Barkley got traded from the Sixers, I’ve been a Phoenix Suns fan…

I f*cking love Star Wars…

Starkiller, Vader’s Secret Apprentice               Boba F*cking Fett                                     Mara Jade Skywalker

And not just the new movie kind of fan…The first movie I can remember seeing in the theatre was Episode 5: The Empire Strikes Back.  I’ve always been the Han Solo/Rogue/Charming/Ornery type of character, but watching Darth Vader catch those blaster bolts with his palm….this five year old was thinking, ‘Holy Sh*t!!!’ 

I love the Star Wars backstory, the future stories….My favorites include: Starkiller… Darth Vader’s secret apprentice who is responsible for kickstarting the Rebellion, Mara Jade Skywalker…The former secret assassin of The Emperor (a.k.a. The Emperor’s Hand) and wife of Luke Skywalker…(Bet most of y’all had no idea that Luke got married to a lanky redhead, did ya?)….and of course…”The Man” Boba Fett…if I have to introduce him, you are truly hopeless.

The PS2 game Star Wars:Bounty Hunter with the story of how Jango Fett got picked to be the clone for all of the Storm Troopers, and how he came to be in possession of that badass ship, Slave 1.

(Slave 1 gives the ‘Falcon a run for it’s money as most famous ship with a name in all of NerdDom.)

So yeah…growing up…this Ghost was a nerd, bookworm, mama’s boy, RPG playing, video game loving geek.

I woke up one morning about age 13, and bam, was coordinated.  So, this nerd literally went to bed and woke up a jock.  Until this past year, I played semi-pro football.


(I’m on the right….threw off two blockers to get my hands on that guy…slippery one he was…)


(Been known to hunt drunk zombies with nerf guns…they look worried…)


(Been known to kick it with the local roller derby chicks….and “meditate” on St. Pat’s!)


(Yep…this pretty much sums up my political leanings.)


(Overlooking the incorrect apostrophe usage, this about sums up my feelings about my little princess.)

Ghost is a dad.  It really is one of the few pure things in my life.  Love those four…aka The Little Demons of Chaos…even though Spectre turns 15 this fall, and is nearly 6 foot tall…..)


I love my Jeeps, and driving through crap like this.  Love the snow, and even though I haven’t been in a long time….I love to snowboard.  It is liberating.  Love it.  Gliding down the mountain. 

Common Ghost Myths:
1) Ghost is a player.
I have been married twice.  I was with the Dingbat for 7 years, and SheWhoMustNotBeNamed for almost 9.  Since age 16, I’ve been single for about 4 years.  Throw in 4 relationships of 3-6 months in there, and this guy has only been on the free market for about 2.5 years.  Ghost can also name First and Last names for every lass with which he’s shared a bed.  NOT a player.

2) Ghost is arrogant.
Ghost is self-reliant.  He’d rather screw something up and suffer the wrath than ask for assistance and get told no, or have someone promise to help and then bail.  He also projects a higher then actual confidence level, also to keep people at a distance.  He wants no help, because it’s just another way to let him down and hurt him.  So, while you’re thinking he’s a cocky ass….he’s actually just been hurt a lot and tends to keep his distance.

3) Ghost is a know-it-all.
Ghost knows a lot of sh*t.  Almost stupid smart about some things.  He learns languages like most people learn their cable channels.  It’s a gift/curse, and most of his friends…even some of his enemies try to use it to their advantage.  So, this one might be true to a point, Ghost isn’t thinking that he’s better than you though…and if he corrects you, it’s because he doesn’t want you sounding like a dumbass.  Ghost also acknowledges when he’s wrong.  If you think he’s misinformed, prove it….don’t just pout and piss and moan behind his back.

4) Ghost is a carefree, party machine.
First, if you’ve seen the St. Pat’s pics….looks can be deceiving.  When it’s time to unwind…Ghost gets loose.  But, the rest of the time, his brain never stops working on problems or solutions for his/family’s/friend’s issues.

Important Ghost details:
Ghost gives 900 chances…just like the Spectre.
Ghost loves big….just like the Jedi Starfighter Pilot.
Ghost looks out for everyone he loves….just like the Princess.
Ghost will kick your f*cking ass if you hurt his loved ones….just like the Demon Sh*t From Hell.

Where do you think they got that sh*t from?

*I hate saying no.
*I always try to help.
*Even if you pretend like I don’t exist, I still worry and care about you.
*I have a really hard time telling a woman no, who is coming on strong….especially if she’s a ginger…
*I feel like a dirty slut if I sleep with someone who I’m not involved with emotionally.
*I encourage my kids to aggressively combat bullying…literally.
(Show up at my door to b*tch at me about my kid whipping your kid’s ass…you’ve been warned.)
*I believe and work at following the teachings of Jesus Christ….I’m working on it.
*I have tattoos with deep personal/spiritual meaning.
*I randomly holler out the words ‘Whore’ and ‘Hookers’…makes the nearly 15 year old snicker.
*I invented a song called ‘Hookers and Beer’.
*I invented the saying:
“You’re a kid.  Your job is to Eat, Sleep, Grow and Have Fun.  Quit worrying about anything else.”
*I also invented this saying:
“If I get a call from the school, the cops or some girl’s parents because your grades are slipping, you’ve gotten arrested or someone is pregnant, I’m putting on my work boots, stomping through the nastiest sh*t that I can find, and putting them so far up your ass that you’ll be able to taste what’s on the bottom? Any questions?”
*I shave my head because I’m going bald, and look better this way…plus it’s seriously much cooler!
*I play Dungeons & Dragons and listen to heavy metal, and do NOT worship Satan.
*I like both of my Father Outlaws…(when you’re married their In-laws, so divorced…you get the picture…)
*I make lifelong friends everyday….made one about a year ago named Subzero…like I’ve known him my whole life.
*I’m funny.  I’m smart.  I’m loyal.  Not bad looking either. ;-)  
(The dimple, the crooked grin and the eyes usually get the job done.)

I’m not really afraid of much.  I HATE bugs.  Like an OCD thing…if I see them…I kill them.  Zero tolerance for spiders on my ceiling.

Recently, an old ailment has been troubling me.  In 2004, it was chalked up to stress.

Looking back, I can see it at work over the last year or so.

And now…I’m f*cking scared….of some letters:
MG and ALS.

They have similar symptoms….one is manageable…the other puts you in the grave….after taking your ability to move, talk, eat…but leaving you with your entire mental faculties…so you watch slowly as the door gets shut on your prison cell…then you die.

Daily, I experience muscle spasms in various parts of my body.  Typing this has been a real b*tch. My hands keep trying to curl up towards my palms.  I routinely sleep 8-10 hours straight….like the dead. Never hear a thing.  Wake up to several missed calls. I am utterly exhausted.  I’ll eat a bowl of cereal and go back to bed. Get up about an hour before work….shower and head in.  Come home, crash, start the cycle over.

This past winter I watched as my ability to lift weights eroded.  Eventually struggling to put up 135 lbs on the bench press.  Something I once did about 100 times in a row.  I do this modified routine with 15 lb dumbells that takes about 20 mins…and then I sleep for about 4 hours to recover.  I’m 6’1 and 220 lbs.  I wear 34 inch waisted jeans with 36 inch inseams.  I’m a little fluffy about the midsection, but I was in great shape….and now, I get winded going up a flight of stairs. My chest and biceps are slowly shrinking/thinning.  Last summer pitching slow-pitch softball for the local roller derby girls, I tore my left calf muscle rounding first base…I was digging in to get a triple, but ended up hopping and stumbling into second base…this was like the second inning.  Finished pitching the game.  Drank about 6 beers and got a vicodin from one of those lovely ladies and pitched the second game of a double header.  Never missed a day of work. 
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(Sexy pics of the torn calf muscle and the resulting bruises.)

About 18 months ago, I worked a solid week at work with a 103 temp, double pneumonia so bad that I was coughing up blood that looked like red Kool-aid, and my lung function was so poor that when I’d drink the Robitussin to stop coughing, that I’d get drunk.  Seriously….it was bad.  Never missed a shift and worked about 10 hours over that week.

This guy isn’t a wimp and usually downplays the hurt and injuries.

The heat sucks the life out of me.  But the cold invigorates me.  We had a dip about a week ago where temps fell back into the 50′s and I had more juice in the tank.  Now…it’s all I can do to make it through the 2 hour spans at work between breaks.

I have some doctor’s appointments set up…but I’m truly f*cking scared.  One will give me grief for a long time…kind of like a nagging wife that slowly sucks the life out of you….the other, puts you in the dirt in about 3-5 years on average.  Which b*tch did I get?

So who the f*ck is Ghost? 

Someone who gets up and pushes through sh*t.  A guy who refuses to f*cking quit or give up.  A man who will fight til his last step, thought, breath.

That’s who the f*ck I am.

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghostfans,

Feeling kinda nerdy this week, so we’re back for more video games.  It’s Tuesday, and the new “Lollipop Chainsaw” game dropped today. Say hello to Juliet Starling!

If you reserved it early, you got some extra change of clothes tossed in…not sure if you can buy them later, but let’s just say that I’m looking forward to the Halloween Costumes that spin off this fall…


(Hey nerd…yeah…she’s still out of your league…)

(Wait, wait, wait, Ghost….This is CLEARLY exploitative of women!  You’re a sexist douchebag!!!)

Au contraire, jackhole!  Cheerleaders dress like this:

                                                                                                  and like this…                                 and this….

So to see the newest Zombie Slaying SuperChick dressed like this is no big deal:


(One of my favorite moves by the way!  Leapfrog the Zombie and….


(Saw that Undead Dickweed in two…the hard way!!!)

(Okay, Ghost….so the outfit isn’t THAT out of line…what about the rest?)

Admittedly…this is a game…and they hope to profit from this…so yeah, there are some slutty costume/wardrobe options:

But is this really any worse than what you might see on regular TV anyway?

Or HBO?

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I haven’t even got to the best part!  She is definitely NO damsel in distress…this girl has two sisters and parents who are world class zombie slayers…as our herione puts it…her mom kicks so much ass, it makes her proud to wear a vagina!


(Apparently, these chicks get into the action as well! It’s good to have sisters like this!)

She even totes her boyfriend’s LIVING head around on her belt.  (Yes, she decapitates him after he is bitten, and performs this magic ritual to keep him alive…and swearing…effing Zombie Cops with guns!!!!)

He only becomes useful for little tasks, after you stick his head on top of headless zombie bodies.  In his defense the young gentleman gets bit trying to protect his girl (unnecessarily) from a zombie….THEN, as he lay dying in her arms, apologizes for messing up her birthday…yes, the zombie outbreak happens on this young lady’s 18th birthday.

(Hmm…well then Ghost…it may not be complete and utter trash….)

The shift in this game is from shock, gore and horror to comedy…the point is to present crass schoolboy humor and nonsensical fantasy to the mix….like the rainbow and stars that follow her chainsaw…which magically never runs out of fuel.

(No, you can’t copy my homework!  But you can take this chainsaw and deal with my magic poms, jerks!!!)

Okay…seriously…it’s not all family fun.

The zombies call our hero a slut and a b*tch…. A LOT!!!

One guy that you save…actually tells you that he’s going to masturbate to you later….

Then….

There’s the fact that she eats lollipops to keep her energy up, “even though they make her butt totally big”.

There’s the wonderful thing she loves about her boyfriend is that he “totally doesn’t even mind her gigantic butt”.

There’s the stripper-pole swinging, chainsaw decapitations.  While extremely hilarious…very inappropriate for little people.

All in all though….good, UNCLEAN, undead fun.

And can somebody please tell me who keeps strapping these damn zombies up with dynamite suicide bomber vests??????

Anyway, I’ll wrap this up.

Definitely going to have to invest a few hours playing this one to see if the gameplay is bigger than the half-naked cheerleader hype.

Til next time…

Ghot out….

Howdy Ghostfans…

Those who love me…know me.  Those who know me…know that I ain’t right.  Those that know I ain’t right…Ain’t right themselves.  And THOSE Aladeens, are my favorite Aladeens!

Those who hate me…don’t know me.  Those who don’t know me…probably are judging this book by it’s beat up, ragged, dusty cover.  Those who judge people…can f*ck the hell off!

(Hate on f*ckers!  I know at least half of you can’t read anyway!)

Last night I hit a milestone…and in honor of that, we’re gonna review this blog’s history.  So to DarkSide, The White Knight, Prodigy, Pathos and Everto, the Spectre and The Beast, the LDoC, Subzero, Dirk, Vlad, Mr. and Mrs. Leathernutz, Curveball, Homeland Security and Tequila Rose, Ms. Voodoo and Ponytail, Ms. F.O.B., ThatEffingGirl and 1Nightstand, Bacon Bits, Va-J-J, the Prophet, The Anorexic Porn Star, Skipper, Batman, Hello Kitty, Capital City Girl, Snow Bunny, Car Bomb Virgin, ######## (yeah, you’re still blocked here!), Adam and Eve, SheWhoMustNotBeNamed, The Dingbat, Chainsaw,  and any other characters who’ve slipped my mind…Thanks and I love you….and in some cases…F*ck off!

(All nice guys will eventually hit their limit of bullsh*t!)
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In honor of my 10,000 blog view…I thought that I’d share some Ghost stats with you.

First up….How did you find the Ghost? Top ten reasons on the board:

All Time

Search Views
very short bedtime stories 19
very short bedtime story 8
ghost meme 7
god hates metal music 6
really short bedtime stories 6
god hates heavy metal 5
really short bedtime story 5
blowjobs 5
theghostlife 4
ex girlfriend memes 4
 
Apparently “God hates heavy metal music” and that damn “Short Bedtime Story” posts got some love!  In case you missed those, here they are:
 
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Where do my viewers come from?
 
United States 3,703     Canada 154     United Kingdom 94     Australia 80
New Zealand 23     India 17     Germany 14     Philippines 12     Malaysia 10
Saudi Arabia 8     Russian Federation 5     Iceland 5     Mexico 4
Republic of Korea 4     Italy 4     Argentina 4     Venezuela 4     Belgium 4
Netherlands 4     Singapore 3     United Arab Emirates 3     Ireland 3
Hungary 3     Costa Rica 2     South Africa 2      Indonesia 2
Trinidad and Tobago 2     Spain 2     Egypt 2     Brazil 2     Romania 2
Dominica 1     Kenya 1     Senegal 1     Lebanon 1     Poland 1     Hong Kong 1
Norway 1     Paraguay 1     Pakistan 1     Austria 1     Denmark 1     Macedonia 1
France 1
 
Australia, you know I love ya!  (I fear that y’all will start slipping since Snow Bunny and her brood have returned Stateside.)
 
The US was sort of a given with Cantanadia coming in second…much love to y’all.
 
China, seriously, 9 Billion people and Dominica is kicking your ass? Let’s get with it!
 
Macedonia? Mac-eh-f*ckin-donia?  For real?  No shit?  That’s a real place? Ghostfans getting a geography lesson here today!
 
 Okay, seriously Ireland?  WTF?  Trinidad and Tobago logged on with 2 views….what in the blue hell is your excuse for lagging behind Saudi Arabia and Iceland?
 
France.  WTF? I spent 8 years learning your damn language and no amour pour cet Americain?  Casse-toi!
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All time top posts…A.K.A. (Stuff you told your friends, “You gotta read this crazy sh*t!”)
 
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Ghost’s top 5 picks:
 
 
(Note: if you hover your cursor over the numbers above it might just give you a preview of what it’s going to jump to.)
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Well, my friends…c’est tous.  Gonna wrap it up.
 
 
 
Hope you enjoy some of those old links….hopefully I can come up with some interesting new crap to blog about.  Thanks again for reading.
 
Oh yeah…almost forgot…DarkSide says, “Suck it, Hookers!!!”
 
 
Ghost out… and MG still sucks!
 

Special Saturday morning content for you die hards…

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Spectre: Hey dad, Black Widow kicks some serious ass in Iron Man 2.

Ghost: Yeah…

Spectre: You’re right….she does pull off red hair really well…

Ghost: You think I need your confirmation on that? By the way…welcome to the family curse.

Spectre: What?

Ghost: Redheads will be your kryptonite.

Spectre: Really? Damn. What would happen if a redhead ever got into the family?

Ghost: You would be born. Why do you think your mom dyes her hair? Gingervitits.

Spectre: So I should call ‘Bullsh*t’ the next time she says, “I’m just getting hi-lights.”?

Ghost: Yep.

Spectre: Do Gingers get a new freckle for every soul they steal?

Ghost: You ain’t right, kid….you must be mine.

Howdy Ghostfans…

Well, we’ve got a week in the books since the Spectre’s surprise one-way ticket to Ghost’s doorstep.  Lots of video games and talking been done, and here are some gems to come my way via the unique perspective of my soon to be 15-year old:

Spectre: Hey, dad?  You ever hear many blonde jokes?
Ghost:  Please…I dated your mom…I’m pretty sure that SHE’S the reason that blonde jokes exist!
Spectre: Yeah…okay…I could see that.

Spectre: I used to be an adventurer like you…til I took an arrow to the knee.
(Any Skyrim nerds out there?)

Spectre: And for you American viewers out there….stuff happened in other countries that wasn’t “totally awesome” and didn’t involve explosions.

Subzero: How’s your boy doing?
Ghost: Oh, he’s mine alright…I get off work and walk in the door, he’s passed out on the couch, glasses on, PS3 on pause, clutching the controller….almost wouldn’t let go of it.
Subzero: Teaching that boy right, I see.  Haha.

Ghost’s mom: Oh, yes. We went to church, and one of the girls down the street asked me who that was who was with me.
Ghost (Looking at Spectre): NO!  Don’t even try to date that girl down the street…or either of her two sisters!  I grew up with their dad, and I’m just telling you right now, he’s my friend…I don’t want to run into him and have to avoid the, “So, your son’s banging my daugher…” awkward conversation.

(I guess my son is dating your daughter…but if you don’t lower that umbrella, I’m gonna have to kick your ass!)

Ghost(Playing Modern Warfare 3): Sit your ass down.  Oops, just shot your boy in his damn head…and another one….and another one…are you guys retarded?  Seriously…you run down that path..get shot in the head, and think, “Oh, I’m gonna get him!  I’ll just run back down that path and…dink…headshot….Oh, I’m really gonna get him now!!!!  I’ll just run back down that path, and…dink…headshot…”
Spectre: Did he tell you you could get back up?
Ghost: That’s right, little man!
Spectre: Aladeen, muthaf*cka!!!
(If you haven’t seen ‘The Dictator”, you won’t get it.)

Spectre(Laying on the couch): Man!  It’s only 9 am….
Ghost:  Be quiet…I normally sleep til 11 or 12…play video games or something…
Spectre: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ…….

Spectre: Dad, the dog keeps trying to hump me.
Ghost: Punch him in the face.
Spectre: I can’t do that.
Ghost: Then he’s gonna keep trying it.
(Guido tries to hump Spectre’s leg again.)
Spectre: (Paff…he cuffs Guido across the snout) Get off me, dammit!
Ghost: See. Your dad knows things….now just remember that for when all the girls are wanting sex…I’m not trying to be a grandpa in the next 10 years.
Spectre: I know…I know…boot in my ass if I get someone pregnant.
Ghost: The muthaf*ckin’ U.N. is gonna be up in here talking about human rights violations, son!  Evil Dictators are gonna be calling me for tutorial lessons in torture.

(Yeah…kinda like that..but Guido is blonde, and weighs about 70 lbs and looks like Chewbacca!)

(Better set those blasters to stun!)

Well, Thursday is here and about gone.  Got a pretty cool guest blog lined up for tomorrow….meaning I stole that sh*t!!!!  AND YOU KNOW THIS, MANNNNN!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, have a good one…stay safe….

Ghost out…