Raider Nation Fisher

I have today and tomorrow to move from my apartment to my new apartment. I enlisted family and friends to help me move my stuff. Woke up this am and popped a focus pill. Then had to wait til 11 to get the apartment keys. Which ended up dragging out until 130. Well my wonderful work force all bailed on me for today. Leaving myself and my almost 7 month pregnant wife to move our belongings tonight. I have my cousin and eldest brother in law coming to help tomorrow. Which is pretty much it. Had I known this I would have asked for more time to move. I'm about ready to kill someone. My medicine has me completely sprung, plus my work out stuff has my body raging. I should have just asked my brother electricians to help me a few weeks ago. At least they would come through for me. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!

I like them both.

I honestly thought the same thing when I wrote it. Soon as I typed the title it crossed my mine. I may do that when I eventually get around to writing one. The other two ideas. The Inane Mutterings of a Electrician. Or wait for it..... Raider! The Man, the Myth, the Legend! Insane musings and tales of Americas most fascinating electrical worker. I like the second the best. I'll post up a synopsis for the cover sleeve in a little while.

The nationally known advice columnist is at it again. I mean really how can you give such crummy advice and have people eat it up like they do? Today's question regard not inviting rude, judgmental, and unpleasant coworkers to a wedding. Yet still finding a way to invite your friendly coworkers. Today's answer. Invite the friendly ones and not the others. If the others ask why, be tactful and explain its financial reasons. So as not to hurt their feelings. Oh come the **** on! How does that solve the problem? "I'm sorry Laura and Steve we are on a very constrained budget." WRONG WRONG WRONG ******* WRONG!!!!! Now Laura and Steve think yourself and your spouse are poor or having financial problems. You gotta let them know they are the problem. Otherwise they will continue their current unacceptable behavior. Grow a pair and let them have it. "No Laura you aren't invited to my wedding. Your shrill voice and judgmental attitude are mostly to blame. The fact that you dress like a 10 dollar hooker and smell like a freaking perfume bottle exploded in a Clorox plant are the other reason." "Steve you aren't invited either. Honestly I just don't like you. I find you boring. You need to stop gossiping with the women folk in the office. No one cares what you think. Also the fact you live in your moms basement and drive a Porshe Boxster are the other reason. You are a utter and complete tool. Get a life or a razor blade." Why sugar coat it? I swear if you can't take a little criticism then go off your self in a field somewhere. What is wrong with people today. Rant over.

Masters shmasters. I'm watching Chelsea highlights waiting for Sundays match against Swansea. Go Blues. In the spirit of the thread. Lefty or the Bama boy will win it. You heard it here first.

You read what roadwarrior wrote. I behave my dang self. Ain't had a single warning since I've been here.

Don't bring my ******* name into this. I ******* behave my d**n self. How dare you ******* list me in that group.

See! You get/got it. If you treat us with respect, don't act like you're better than us, and don't take the credit for what we do. We certainly will bust our ass for you. Word travels about good PMs. You may not think it does. I assure you it will spread all over the country. It the same with good and bad tradesmen. Word gets around. I have brothers that can tell you about dang near any brother electrician in this country. Work ethic And personality wise. It sounds like you were a dang good PM to work under.

Hmmmmmm. A pothead on a fishing site. Its OK though. I'm apparently a motorhead.

I laughed out loud when I read it. You completely spun that on me.

I'll put a 1000 dollars down says he shows up in a collared shirt. Hope you got deep pockets homie!

Half the pot with me and I will make you a rich man. I look d**n good in a collard shirt. I only wear one maybe three times a year. However I'm quite the dapper looking fella in one. If the pool gets large enough I may dust one off for ya. I don't wear suits hardly ever. Been 4 years since the last time I've worn one of my suits. Hopefully I can get another 4 before I do again. On that note. I look like a straight up Boss in a suit. Straight up mafia style. 3 piece with the hat. The whole get up.

Well that was uncalled for. Its not my fault this particular ex girlfriend didn't age well. She is actually kinda manly looking now. Enough so that I'm happy she dumped me. Definitely not rotund like a certain sister in law.

That easy. Cause the freaking hurt.

Hells yeah. Thank ya homie. I'll get it too you.

Possibly. Ain't nothing wrong with that. The world needs more crazy fricking electricians. New ideas. Why electricians are better than general contractors. Why electricians are better than pipe fitters. Why squirrel is better than chicken.

Yeah they would. Holy dang. Some of em are quite good looking. I can see how that would end already. Raider: Dang baby! You look good as all get out. Field Hockey Girl: Huh? Raider: Come on over here and feel these massive muscles. Field Hockey Girl: (raises stick) whack, whack, whack, crunch. Raider: (Bleeding in a pile on the ground) I guess that means no? ROFLMAO! I crack myself up.

Why crankbaits are the best bait ever made. Why Raider is the greatest man to ever walk the earth, and Fishing Rhino wishes he could be just like him. Why Raider is the best bass fisher to ever live. Even KVD wants to be like me. Compare and Contrast essay idea. Why Raider is more awesome than Narcissus. Best idea ever. Why persuasive essays are better than other types of essays. Professors love that kind of thinking.

Those are straight up awesome. I definitely want one.

Field Hockey? What the hell is field hockey? Is that some kinda strange Yankee game? Yeah, the shear awesomeness that is Raider was no match for the true awesomeness that was/is the ladle wielding Vietnamese entrepreneur. I'm sorry to say that little fella humbled me a little bit. Not a whole lot as you can tell. Come on down to Bham you can revel in the total glory which is Raider. I think somewhere my dad even has my old football videos.

Narcissus doesn't even hold a candle to me.

Its been a long week. Music tends to bring back memories in strange ways. I ain't thought about all that in years.

That's cool right there. Post up a picture of the finished product.

My wife just introduced me to this song. The version we were listening to was played by the band, For All Those Sleeping. It is completely awesome. I can't post the video here cause of the language at the end of it. Feel free to look it up on you tube. The Taylor Swift version is quite good too. It really brought back memories. Anyway. The song reminded me of incident from highschool. I was one of the defensive team captains on our football team. Being an amazing defensive tackle has its perks. Anyway. The girl I dated in eleventh grade was a good friend of mine. We had dated off and on in middle school. Well a former friend of mine liked her too. However, he just couldn't measure up to the shear awesomeness that was me. By dating me her popularity soared. She was invited to the "cool kid" parties, which is something I never cared to go too. I preferred skating with my non football buddies. I would make an appearance for a few hours than leave. Her life was grand during our time together. Well, the problem was she was not always very nice to me. She also had this weird idea she could change me. I wore football jerseys, skater shirts, metal band shirts and what not. She was hell bent I was gonna wear collar shirts and designer jeans. Yeah, that went over swimingly. We had a huge fight about it. Well my loser ex friend decided he would make his move and went to comfort her about it. Ungh uh. Hells no. No one makes a play on my girl like that. Filthy opportunist. I found out and was furious about it. The next day at football practice I destroyed this poor guy. I would go full speed and just pound on him all day long. He was a guard. I carried this on for two days until he was black and blue. Even the coaches were telling me to slow up. Well the cry baby went and whined to my girl about it. Freaking heffer took his side and lit in to me later that night on our date, about how I need to be nicer to him, and he did nothing wrong, and I needed to stop beating on him in practice. Y'all can imagine how well that went over with me. I told her I couldn't help the fact that he was unathletic and too small to hang with me. I mean how many 165lb guards can compete against a 240 lb jacked up DT? Exactly. I also told her babe I've seen the man in the shower your better off just staying with the Beast. Heh. She dropped it and we had a wonderful evening. She still kept buying me freaking collared shirts and being an uber b**** for then next couple of months. I still continued hammering on the boy during practice. I finally got sick of the nagging. I decided I was through with her, but ain't want to just let homie have her. So I would go out with other girls when she wasn't around. Well dang it if that filthy little rat ain't catch me hooking up with her two friends under the stands at a basketball game. Then ran squealing to her about it. Guys. Never scorn a 5ft 2in red head. She beat the hell out of me. I probably deserved it, but still. I'm lucky she didn't put me in the hospital. Well, news spread of our breakup. She started dating the rat that next week. Her popularity plummeted. Hey, I made her and without me she wasn't nothing. Heh. She ended up dumping the loser two weeks later. She never could regain her social standing throughout highschool either. Now before y'all go judging ol Raider. I did apologize to her profusely later on. We even dated for a few months in college. I also with two friends help stomped her 6ft 7in 350lb boyfriend after he threw her through a coffee table three years after we had last dated. As for the loser that ratted on me? He has since become a lawyer. Maybe I misjudged him...... Nah he's still a NERD. Hahahahahahaha.

I just laughed so hard it hurts. That was funny as hell right there.