I learned something deep and dark about myself. If two of my friends ever go to hunt down the last white tiger on earth, the Bear and I would tag along, not say a fucking word, and laugh at all the wrong times. Sounds awful I know.
The joke continues. Rants and Swears "re-nominated me" for a Sunshine Award.
I've got no evidence to prove it, but I'm convinced I almost crushed a woman just to support the patriarchy.
Went on the Alaska Cruise with the Bear. The forecast said cloudy and rain every day. Just what we wanted when we booked this trip for June. We figured it would have been over 100 degrees for a month in Arizona by then. We figured wrong.
There's some shit for bloggers called a "Sunshine Award." It's for those who exhibit: Positivity Creativity Sunshine I know what you are thinking... and fuck you I could spread Sunshine...
It had been a long day and a half in a crowded room listening to stories about work while not getting any work done. I couldn't wait to head over to Hooters. It had been built in our imaginations like a combination of Camelot and Plato's Retreat. It was the first Hooters in the state -- newly opened in downtown Phoenix.
Let's start this rant on a topic no one wants to discuss: Abortion and fucking religion. (This is why I only get invited to Savage dinner parties -- nobody wants to listen to this bullshit). Specifically, I'm talking about the Christian fucking religion.
I fucking knew Josh and Angry Ed would not be able to let that go. I would have bet a month's pay it would be Angry Ed... but it wasn't.
Please stop trying to expand my mind. Maybe it's just me, but every where I turn people are talking about psychedelics like I'm doing something wrong because I haven't tripped balls with a Peruvian Guru. Shaman, sorry, Peruvian fucking shaman.
After years of physical therapy and anti-inflammatories, followed by months of injections and finally artho knee surgery, I finally found my "miracle". Cortisone.