Utah, home of the insane 3.2 beer laws, and massive Mormon families has the best law I have heard about this decade. "Free-range children."
Let's play a game: (The sensitive and the religious may want to sit this one out). Is it a quote from the Bible of Mein Kampf? Yeah that Mein Kampf -- Hitler's evil receipe for the world. I'm not praising that shit. I'm just showing the worst example I could think of to compare to what some think is the "good book."
I know it probably won't work, but I'm signing up for surgery. I've combined advil and tylenol. I've done the physical therapy, the braces and the weird shots of sugar and bacteria -- or spun out particles of my own blood. Left knee got better. Right knee got worse.
It was my niece's wedding, and Shannon is not submitting to nobody, nowhere. She came out of the womb screaming like a banshee, and that screaming for shit didn't stop until she learned how to talk.
The Bear and I went to get our passports renewed. His nametag said Bob. Bob was efficient, thorough and a mother fucking racist.
Let's make a list of shit that better happen or we go all Yellow Vests like the French.
Jesus was sitting with him at bar in the Third World Club when the first signs of a metaphorical exoskeleton started to cover the douchebag millennial's body.
If you are going to have a team, it's going to need a nickname, a mascot and some fucked up cheers.
Just when I was going to release my perfect whine to earn some free points with the Bear (one of the secrets to a long marriage is the art of sublte manipulation) that got fucked up too.
Fresh on the heels of my Body Shaming by Kate, her two best "friends" found a way to pick on my face.