I'm sleepy after the day, night, and morning I've had.

First, let me thank those of you who gave me support and let it be known I will keep A.J. Speaks Out up.

Now, timeline for June-7-8-2005.

1, I got up, called the station. I was able to keep the camera.

2, I went to pay on my insurance bill at AAA.
While there a woman who works there came up to me and asked for my autograph. She had seen my show! Humanity Matters. I said okay, but it's silly because I'm the same guy I was last month when I came in. But, being a smart producer and host I gave her a business card and asked her to be a future guest. People really watch PCTV21 I'm shocked! Don't get me wrong there are good shows on the station, but WOW! You must watch the station and see how good it is!

3, I went to pick up Nora and we did more location shooting.

4, Annette called me and told me she needed to go to the hospital so Nora and I rushed her to the hospital. We were there for three hours, maybe longer. Annette was released and is fine.

5, I took Nora home then took Annette to the store. It's open 24 hours.

6, Got home at 4:44 Am and started writing this post after reading comments from others.


Please stick to the issue of the post and not comment on other topics. If you wish to give comment on a topic please visit that post and give comment on that topic in the post which speaks out about that topic.

Sometimes standing up for one makes you a leader ofny.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Maybe she collects asshole autographs.
Anonymous said…
My god are you delusional! Get help, I am begging you! I am actually on my knees begging you to get psychiatric help! You have this ridiculous image of yourself as some sort of shining beacon of humanitarianism. Al, lsiten to me. Listen carefully. You live in Pittsburgh, not Metropolis or Gotham City. You have no job. You host a community access cable show and stay up most of the night writing a free blog that people come to in order to make fun of you. You act in home movies that nobody gets paid for. You are Albert Torcaso, not Albert Schweitzer. Please quit with all this producer/director/writer/host/superhero shit. It makes you look like a world class fool. Well that and the picture.
Anonymous said…
Al tried to steal my soul. So I performed cunnilingus on Mrs. Hogg and I am now safe.
Anonymous said…
I went to pay on my insurance bill at AAA.

*How I got the money is none of your business. It's between me and the Department Of Welfare*

While there a woman who works there came up to me and asked for my autograph.

*I signed quickly because she was drooling a lot and seemed confused and dangerous*

She had seen my show!

*To be honest it was a televised showing of The Wizard Of Oz she had actually seen and she had me mixed up with the Mayor Of Munchkin City, but it's still nice to be appreciated*


Humanity Matters. I said okay, but it's silly because I'm the same guy I was last month when I came in.

*But then I realized that I am not the same guy. Back then I was an everyday kind of guy. But now I have been transformed. I am a successful businessman and cable host and actor and director and writer and producer and jungle explorer and marine drill instructor and Nobel Prize winning Blogger Laureate and farmer and savior and teacher and alchemist and port-a-pot drainer and gospel singer and wow there are just not enough hours in the day to be me! So I signed the autograph after she reminded me how to spell my name*
Anonymous said…
I thought this stanky assed blog was going away forever? Good for you 'bert! Once again you show that you have no backbone and are a pathetic windbag who doesn't have the grapes to back up what you say. Why don't you delete some comments you don't like so you can show what a lie your freedom of speech rap is too?
Anonymous said…
al, you are a sick, deluded psychopath. you are a grade "a" whack job, do you know that? come on! no one has ever asked for your autograph except for the guy who delivers those boxes from the gay sex store. also, where do you get money to pay for aaa? i don't even want to know. you're probably a gimp, like in pulp fiction. really, though, i don't understand why you think you need business cards. i mean, have you ever actually received a business call? i'm not talking about the power company calling to tell you they're shutting off service again, either. i mean, how many people actually call you and say, "al, i require your services!" i bet that the only ones who do are big, burly men named "shirley" and "butch" who have no other outlet, that's who. honestly, al, why delude yourself? is your tiny little world really that pathetic? you have to live in the land of makebelieve just to be happy? actually, i happen to be a fan of your work.
Anonymous said…
That wasn't me that said that. It was an asshole.
Why did Annette have to go to the hopital? The station gave you a camera?
Anonymous said…
Thank you so much for your concern Jeff. I am fine now. I had to go to the hospital because I accidentally slammed my boob in a door and I thought it was broken. Luckily it was just a bad bruise. But Jeff, you are so sweet to care. Can I sit on your face? I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, but it's been so long since I've been with a real man that I forget what it's like. And Al is no help in that department if you know what I mean.
Anonymous said…
Jeff, you mean the camera from the community access tv station that teenagers do shows for that Al stole?
Anonymous said…
So Al clear this up for me..are you both Annette AND Miss Nora when you dress up in different sets of women's clothes, or is Miss Nora just another offshoot personality? did you make them up entirely or were they actual women you killed and stuffed and keep in the cellar as you walk around talking in their voices and wearing their clothes?
Anonymous said…
Dear Diary:

They told me that I was the ugliest thing they'd ever
seen, and i started to cry.
I went home and Jake called me.
I thought the day would get better.


But he told me that long distance relationships dont work out.
He lived in California, and I moved to Michigan.
Then I told him I loved him and that I missed him.
He told me that the only reason he ever went out with me was because
I was a joke, and he was dared to.
Then he dumped me.


We were going out for two and a half years!


November 9, 1999


Today got a little better.
I miss jake so much you dont even know diary!!!!
But he even changed his number so I wouldn't call him.
But the most hottest guy at school asked me to the dance!
And those prissy girls that said im ugly let me hang out with them
at lunch today.
It was cool!!


November 10,1999


I'm crying right now... turns out that hot guy was a jerk at the
dance. he
poured his punch on me, and those girls ripped my dress and everyone
started laughing.
Then my grandma told me today that mom and dad got in a little car
accident.
They're in critical condition, they might die.


I can't write anymore.


November 11, 1999


Todays a saturday... but me and grandma were at the hospital all
night long.
Dad died this morning.
Mom is going to live, but she's crippled for her life.
I wanna die too. while we were at the hospital grandma found out
that she had cancer in her stomach.She has to go on chemo-therapy.
I cant believe daddy died. I'm crying more then I have my whole life.
I'm in shock.
I cant write...I'm too tired.
I need sleep.


November 12, 1999


Daddy is not dead! He can't be!
Its all a dream. My life is perfect.
Jake still loves me. I can barely write. I'm crying too much.
I wanna die.
Bye...


*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*


One day later, Lisa was found dead in her basement.


She had hung herself with a yellow rope.
I am her mother.
My name is Maranda Gonzalez.
The reason I wrote this e-mail to all of you, is because no one else deserves
what my daughter had.
Please remember that everyone needs love.
Everyone needs a hug everyday.
No one should be made fun of, or insulted.
No one deserves to die like Lisa did.
All of you please dont be the popular prissy girls that put other
people down to make themselves feel better!
Please dont be the awful posessed date for the dance that makes
people cry.
Now please do me the honor of sending this to as many people as you
can think of. So that way everyone will know not to be a jerk.


Thank you.
Everyone who sends this will be rewarded with a random act of kindness..
this I promise you...
Anonymous said…
Watch my PSA on Seatbelt Safety.
Anonymous said…
KAREOKE FOR AL
To the tune of Amazing Grace


Amazing face
How flat you seem
Your hair so thin and lank.
Al thought about sex
It was just a dream
As he lay and yanked his crank.

Twas that face
That made my stomach heave
And made my lunch come back.
Al's got no girl
Just a guy named Steve
And little midget teeth covered in Plaque.

Through many fantasies
Both large and small
Al has already cum.
He thinks he's a somebody
But he isn't at all
He's just a cable access bum.

Yes Al's been a nobody
For forty years.
He may make forty more.
Yet when he leaves
This vail of tears
No one will miss the bore.
Anonymous said…
This may be old news but that seatbelt psa is the worst thing I've ever seen. AJ has got to be a bloody retard.
Anonymous said…
Hey Natedizawg...your blog sucks too! We want none of your GOP shit around here! Your president is a loser and all spokesmen for the GOP are rat prick ring meats!

Right Al?

Peddle your National Review pansery somewhere else bub! And might I add that I think that perm you got along with those cheap rhinestone ear studs you wear make you look like a queer. Yeah arsepop, I know who you are!
Anonymous said…
I feel I could only share this with you simply because I admire you so
much. I'm sure you'll figure me out soon enough. I'm too shy to post
with a name...

When I was eighteen years old I got fucked for the first time. I
wanted it too! My uncle Bobby caught me masturbating with a coke
bottle in the barn. He pulled the coke bottle out of my pussy, and
started sucking on it. Then he made me beg him to fuck me. While he
was sawing his prick in and out of me he made me tell him what I
wanted. When I told him cock, he asked how much. With his ten inch
dick in my hot little hole I would have said or done anything. He
wanted to know if I had ever fucked his brother (my father). When I
told him no he said that he'd have to fix that. The thought of being
hammered by Daddy's dick made me explode in my first real cunt
crunching orgasm.

Does that make me bad? I hope this doesn't change the way you think
of me. You're my hero.

When are we going on that date?
Albert Torcaso said…
Jeff, you go to EFP training and then you can have the camera on loan for one day or a whole weekend when no other producer has it.

Nate, I went to the blog I don't agree with your point of view but I'm glad you are expressing yourself.

I have the camera the weekend of June 24-2005! That's Bash weekend! I can have you, Bix, David S and more on camera and make a show of it.
Anonymous said…
You liar! You freaking liar! You stole that camera!

Who is this "Nate" you speak of?

I don't trust anything you say because you are delusional!

Delusional!

YOU ARE FREAKING DELUSIONAL ALBERT! Now I will say that in a special language that I was taught by God_

"Peleepuh puh peleesonmeilee puh po!"

There is no way in heaven or earth you can dispute that Torcasso! Just try!
Anonymous said…
Pay no attention to her. She just needs laid.
Anonymous said…
CHARACTER DELETED FROM THE FILM "THE WIZARD OF OZ"-Gunky The Junkie"

This deleted song-and-dance number was recently discovered in the MGM vaults.
In a back alley of the Happy Enchanted Land-Across-The-Tracks Dorothy and her companions meet Gunky, who does a charming song and novelty dance number before passing out.

GUNKY:

I would while away the hours
distillin' drugs from flowers
and sell them all for gain!
The way I'd be convulsin'
my heart would hardly be a'pulsin'!
If I could only find a vein!

I'd sniff instead of shoot
if I could just have one toot
to numb my little brain!
Just one magic touch
is that really askin' much?
But I just can't find a vein!

Oh I
could get real high
on the purest blow!
Just one hit
and there ya go!

For my drugs I've given blowjobs
because I can hold no jobs
my address is skid-row lane!
But my resolve I will not weaken
that tomorrow I'll be tweakin'
If I only find a vein!
Anonymous said…
Profile



Albert
Age: 41
Gender: Undecided
Astrological Sign: Aquarius
Zodiac Year: Rat's Ass
Industry: Poorly done home videos
Occupation: Talentless actor
Location: Pennsylvania: United States

About Me
I want to be known for some of my best acting performances, such as Mrs. Hogg in Troma Film's "Meat for Satan's Icebox". Also for other roles such as General William Tecuminya Sherman in the film "The Winds Of Intolerance", and Victor Spleen in the "Deathmaster" series, as well as Mr. Hunglikeastringbean in "Mr. Miyagi Loses His Mind". My demo reel has a clip of me in a re-created scene from "On The Waterfront" in which I portray the part of Marlon Brando's penis.

Interests:
Trying to lose my virginity
Masterbating with power tools

Favorite Movies:
It's A Wonderful Life
Batman Blows Robin
The Sound Of Pussyfarts

Favorite Music:
Anything flat and atonal

Favorite Books:
The Big Big Book Of Dirty Stories
Poor Richard's Anal Almanac
Anonymous said…
Why this is pure pornography! A disgrace in every regard! Albert Torcasso you should be ashamed! Now I want you to pull down your pants and spank yourself! Oh..I see you already have.
Anonymous said…
al, i'd like to see you spank yourself. have you ever? i think that i might eat some potato chips now. i finally got that nice saphron robe that i've wanted.... by the by, i'm not a racist. i just don't like you.
Anonymous said…
Al what depths you have sunk to. Most of your posts are pretty out there, but this is such blatant self important shit that it's embarassing. Even for you.

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