Holy Shit, I'm Late . . .

. . . For my own blogs birthday!
(What? You thought I was...? Hah! Funny...)

I believe at some point of December of 2008 my "little-blog-that-couldn't" turned one years old!

Can you imagine? One year of ago I put all my hope and enthusiasm into creating a blog that would unite sadists and sarcasts everywhere in the 22314 zip code and within a 10-mile radius. One year of false hope and destroyed expectations.

A vision that Jubble-U associates would feel relieved upon knowing the fact that another associate's self-esteem was getting bludgeoned by a guest at the same time.

For this not special anniversary edition I will update one of the stories that severly marked my life. An excerpt from that post:

Twenty minutes after their 'huff-n-puff' departure, they called our hotel demanding directions after they made a wrong turn. And if you guessed that it was me who answered this bitch's call, then you get the point of this blog! Ranting on and on about "this" being "fuckin' ridiculous" and "a joke", she barely paid attention to my questions as I was trying to locate her sorry-white-trash-ass-family in their sorry-white-trash-vehicle. I asked them to stop the car and give me a the name of a shop, I asked them to give me a street name, I asked them about a specific, larger-than-life hill that they would definitely remember going up on. She didn't give me any worthy information. Am I dragging on too long? Am I getting my point across? Well I'm glad you noticed, because Mrs. Smith didn't get it. After she announced she was seeing a "green car wash at Kingstowne, please tell me I'm headed in the right direction." She wasn't.

Funny story, really. It gets worse, though. Two weeks later I tried to celebrate my 24th year on this god-forsaken planet. And if you consider "celebrating" as blowing chunks on the bathroom floor, then I had a blast. Quite graphically.

And now for the update, and this is completely true as reported from my spies . . . As it turns out, the family actually made it to the other property. The lady was in TEARS! Booyah!

Nobody calls me 'fuckin' stupid' and gets away with it!