Recently, I’ve been diagnosed with a chronic and progressive disease. No worries, it’s not fatal — as long as I “treat it” correctly.
“Chacha,” an anonymous and apparently literary genius of the internet, gave this bullshit it’s first “real” bad review.
Jesus wanted our money — but this time it was for a good cause: better brewing from Larry, for fuck’s sake.
I was watching one of those bullshit Hollywood chat shows, when I heard something interesting — yeah shocked me to.
My whole life I’ve been told how fair I am — fair skinned that is.
Now that shit is unacceptable and the PC police have been attacking “fair” skin for being unfair.
I got a new iPhone with face recognition. Now my Twitter feed is fucking with me.
Michelle Obama said she has “low-grade depression” due to covid-19. Who the fuck doesn’t? But it got me thinking — if even men get postpartum depression what the hell happens to every first family when the POTUS high is over.
I’ll bet you didn’t know, but I’m a fucking hero. I’m saving the ocean with every stupid search on the Google I make.
It’s a race to see what will come first for Covid-19: a treatment or a vaccine. Put your money on the treatment — there is no money in vaccines.
One of the few joys of road biking is dominating the bike lane — easily passing runners, beach cruisers and mountain bikes.
It’s a tragedy every time a police officer is injured or killed. But it shouldn’t be an excuse for shooting first and asking questions later.
Every year in the United States about 100 cops are killed in the line of duty. Half are accidents, the other half is murder. Cops kill about 1000 people a year. About 25 times more than people kills cops.
We fled the summer hell in Arizona for heaven — San Diego.
Original plan was to spend more time in the LJBTC community. No Dogs allowed. But that got cancelled. We found a pet-friendly vacation rental in Del Mar, and that’s how Carol Baskins got to rent her time with the 1 percent. She lived up to her name, sort of.
I just picked the black hat to wear because it was free and relatively clean.
Standing in line at the pharmacy in Fountain Hills, Az, home of Sheriff Joe and his posse, I didn’t expect anyone would notice.
I like cops. I once tried to help control a riot — we needed the cops to restore order. I will forever be grateful for their presence that day. My father wrote a book on the history of modern police. (Sorry it’s out of print).
But cops and the entire criminal justice system need to change.
I’ve spent thousands on a good bike. Hundreds on shoes and clothes. I spent $1.29 on a snickers bar that fucked up a perfectly good ride.