Yet again, Braddock County Public Library is humiliated and forced to look for another staff member as the Public Computing Supervisor, Jen Bryan quit to take a job at a University in the region. Bryan was quoted as saying, "DEAR GOD, I wish I could have quit when Aaron Whitaker walked out--I thought I would never find another job. Kelly [Millis] is freak and the rest of his brown-nosers in administration constantly harrass everybody, except for the weirdo patrons!"
If anyone is interested in working for the BCPL Public Computing Center (yeah right), you'll be waiting for a while. Position freezes are in effect, and anyone "lucky" enough to work there will be rewarded with no pay-raises and constant monitoring via computer spying and cameras throughout the building.
Solie Public Library Collection Manager and former BCPL Texas Collection librarian Aaron Whitaker was asked for his opinions on another resignation of a BCPL employee. He noted, "It proves everything I said all along. Only weirdos and losers thrive in a place like that--any decent person remaining is madly searching for a career anywhere else.
He further remarked, "I know Kelly thinks all my connections are gone. Well, he's wrong. I'm still in the loop of every idiotic decision that flows down from 'ole sugar-britches's' office. Unfortunately for the few decent people still working there, the taint of BCPL is a hard pill for most potential employers to swallow--and has alas, prevented them from being hired elsewhere."
Whitaker further commented, "I wonder how much longer Kelly will keep his job, when his superiors find out that he has been handing out a cushy consulting contract to his live-in male 'companion'."
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Being a total lard-ass led man to eat 230 Big Macs in one sitting
Being a total lard-ass led man to eat 230 Big Macs in one sitting
Pride, TX man has written book about his "joiney"
By Kimberly Ellis
Pride Post
PRIDE, TX — Fully understanding Libtown's Big Mac Daddy takes more
than sorting through every starchy towel and nudie mag inside a
roach infested shack.
Tony Fanuci, 42, hit his latest milestone when he ate his 230th Big
Mac last week. He vows to continue to eat fattening foods even when
"da ulcers start to form between [his] fat folds and ass cheeks."
But the morbidly obese Fanuci has more layers than the sandwich he adores.
It's an obsession that began May 17, 1978, when he jacked off in his
first car. Inside his shack, he has all crumbs and sweat drippings
from his fat folds. Inside his head, however, are distinct memories of
how his Obsessive-compulsive disorder mixes with numbers, dates and
facts in a way his companion monkey, Mud, just chuckles at.
"People might as well know how tings like (OCD) get stated," Fanuci
said. "I shouldn't say my parents fought a lot, but they did. My mom
was constantly abusing my pop. If he would leave the faucet on, she'd
throw scalding grease on his ass. If he left the stove buyner on, den
tings would get ugly real fuckin' fast.
"When I was really small, that is when I was 5 and only 120 pounds,
one of the first tings I rememba is Ma would say, 'Tony, ehhh...., can
you make sure, before dad gets home,.... dat the refrigerator
repairman has left da bedroom, eeeeeehhhhh?' It literally humiliated
my ass. I would go to the ba'trooms to touch myself to make sure
everything was clean as a whistle."
The bond between mother and son was so strong, that Fanuci skipped a
Big Mac the day she "gave boyth" to his half-brother Curtis Luther King
Fanuci. That was because Curtis Lowe, the father of Curtis Luther,
was hungry from smoking marijuana, and took Fanuci's sandwich.
Fanuci became fascinated with numbers before he entered school. His
mother helped him track how much money he ate every week. Now, as a
way for making up to his mother for all the money he cost her, Fanuci
became a willing slave to the Liberal Librarian at the secular-liberal
commune, Libtown.
Asked if Fanuci thinks people think he is little crazy for eating 230
Big Macs in one day, Fanuci said he doesn't care, despite the
humiliation of being constipated for a whole week. He said, "Dat
humiliation is nothing! I have been so humiliated by poyvoyts deez
last couple of yeeays dat my disgusting appetite is nuttin!!!" In fact,
tanks to all da humiliation dat I have to endoy, da best ting of da
whole fuckin' day was a couple hundred Big Macs."
"Why I oughtaaaa...."
Pride, TX man has written book about his "joiney"
By Kimberly Ellis
Pride Post
PRIDE, TX — Fully understanding Libtown's Big Mac Daddy takes more
than sorting through every starchy towel and nudie mag inside a
roach infested shack.
Tony Fanuci, 42, hit his latest milestone when he ate his 230th Big
Mac last week. He vows to continue to eat fattening foods even when
"da ulcers start to form between [his] fat folds and ass cheeks."
But the morbidly obese Fanuci has more layers than the sandwich he adores.
It's an obsession that began May 17, 1978, when he jacked off in his
first car. Inside his shack, he has all crumbs and sweat drippings
from his fat folds. Inside his head, however, are distinct memories of
how his Obsessive-compulsive disorder mixes with numbers, dates and
facts in a way his companion monkey, Mud, just chuckles at.
"People might as well know how tings like (OCD) get stated," Fanuci
said. "I shouldn't say my parents fought a lot, but they did. My mom
was constantly abusing my pop. If he would leave the faucet on, she'd
throw scalding grease on his ass. If he left the stove buyner on, den
tings would get ugly real fuckin' fast.
"When I was really small, that is when I was 5 and only 120 pounds,
one of the first tings I rememba is Ma would say, 'Tony, ehhh...., can
you make sure, before dad gets home,.... dat the refrigerator
repairman has left da bedroom, eeeeeehhhhh?' It literally humiliated
my ass. I would go to the ba'trooms to touch myself to make sure
everything was clean as a whistle."
The bond between mother and son was so strong, that Fanuci skipped a
Big Mac the day she "gave boyth" to his half-brother Curtis Luther King
Fanuci. That was because Curtis Lowe, the father of Curtis Luther,
was hungry from smoking marijuana, and took Fanuci's sandwich.
Fanuci became fascinated with numbers before he entered school. His
mother helped him track how much money he ate every week. Now, as a
way for making up to his mother for all the money he cost her, Fanuci
became a willing slave to the Liberal Librarian at the secular-liberal
commune, Libtown.
Asked if Fanuci thinks people think he is little crazy for eating 230
Big Macs in one day, Fanuci said he doesn't care, despite the
humiliation of being constipated for a whole week. He said, "Dat
humiliation is nothing! I have been so humiliated by poyvoyts deez
last couple of yeeays dat my disgusting appetite is nuttin!!!" In fact,
tanks to all da humiliation dat I have to endoy, da best ting of da
whole fuckin' day was a couple hundred Big Macs."
"Why I oughtaaaa...."
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