CHOXMABAGIST

Ordered a bean burrito, this is what we got.

Choxmabagist…

Mid 2010!?!?!?!?!?!
That is a bagistchoxer.
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Happy Thanksgiving…or maybe not.  I woke up this morning thinking today was going to be filled with the parade, great food, and sleeping, but much to my surprise there was much more in store for my Thanksgiving Day.  We were minding our business inside the house having a good time when my sister-in-law left for church.  She returned not 2 minutes later and we all asked her what she forgot.  She told us to come outside and look at the my truck.  As I step outside I saw the smashed pumpkin all over the street.  I thought to myself “Choxmabagist.  Someone threw a pumpkin at my truck.”  When I came to the street, I noticed broken glass thinking oh crap.  I then looked up to see my side mirror bent back and the mirror shattered.  The passenger window covered with pumpkin juices…gross.  After one police report, $250 estimated damage, and a big CHOXMABAGIST later, I felt better…sort of.  Hope everyone else is having a less eventful Thanksgiving.

Moral of the story is…when you hear a bang in the middle of the night, get up and check it out.  Don’t be lazy.

Happy Turkey Day Everyone! Have a safe and happy holiday!

Finally a positive use of the word.
Choxmabagist!

After months of data gathering, analysis, selection, and waiting for the NM Big Game Draw, the big day finally arrives. I fight with tens of thousands of other people trying to log on for hours to see if the hunting gods have smiled upon them this year. I finally get into the system and check my results and find UNSUCCESSFUL. I yell out “CHOXMABAGIST!!!”

In the middle of the night I was awakened by a beeping sound, it was my pager going off. I called work to see what was going on and was informed the admin folks broke the system and we need to come in to fix it. CHOXMABAGIST!!!

I leave work today thinking about what to have for dinner when I notice I have a flat tire.  CHOXMABAGIST!!   Not much worse than delaying your departure from work because you have to change a flat.

So I had just sat down to eat my breakfast at work. It so happened to be huevos rancheros with red chile sauce. The food was in a styrofoam container. So I dig in for my first bite and my fork gets stuck in the container. I pull on the fork to release it and comes loose and flings red chile sauce all over my white shirt. All I could say was “CHOXMABAGIST!!!”

I was unable to login to a windows domain at work and received an error message stating that the domain could not be found.  Called the local help desk to see if they were experiencing some technical difficulties with the domain.  I was told that the reason I was unable to login was the domain was “at capacity”.  Seeing as I am somewhat of a computer geek myself I was almost left speechless by the help desk response.  I did however manage to respond with Choxmabagist!

I was out one day driving around town doing my weekly errands.  As I reached the intersection that was photo-enforced, the light turned yellow.  I faced the decision that we all have to make when driving, do I hit the brakes or can I make it?  After much debate (all of two seconds), I decided to stop because ultimately I couldn’t make it.  The driver behind me apparently did not appreciate my decision, because all I heard was him laying on his horn.  All I could say was…Choxmabagist.