Five Things That Better Fucking Happen in 2019
Let’s make a list of shit that better happen or we go all Yellow Vests like the French.
PC culture is the ultimate bullshit. When I can’t think of a category, shit goes here.
Let’s make a list of shit that better happen or we go all Yellow Vests like the French.
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.
The bosses said it was a really important trip and they needed “key” people to go. I was really happy they picked me, until I learned “key people” means fucking idiots.
For most places, the holidays are time to reflect and improve. Not at the Third-World Racquet Club — these are the times when everything goes straight to the shitter.
We all have a friend or acquaintance who just blurts out the truth even if they are not thinking about it or even trying. Kangaroo-face Gilbson has been trying
Here’s to another sex offender on the Supreme Court (move over Clarence, here comes Brett, an even bigger and badder pervert). But even if we voted both of them off the court, it doesn’t fix the bigger issue.
Of all the bad shit the Baby Boom generation has done, the worst is raising all of these fucking douchebag millennials.
Every time I try to do something good for the planet, I get screwed.
Ran into a person (singular) online who didn’t want to be put in any gender boxes — no he, she, it — uses the pronoun “they.” Hey, I’m all for breaking out
One of the best bullshit stories I ever heard came from Mike Brennan — or at least I’m blaming him for it.
“I met Ruby Tuesday — you know from the Rolling Stones’ song,” Mike may have said – in 1990-something. “He’s my neighbor.”
When the fuck did Americans get so goddamn gullible? We fall for propaganda like Alan picking internet brides from Asia.
I was a little kid during the Civil Rights Movement, and somehow I always assumed everyone was getting less racist — not more.
The fucking Democrats can’t punch their way out of a plastic grocery bag.
Some people tell me I’m a very “negative person.” First of all, fuck you. Who asked you? And second, you are right
By Pam R.
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Los Angeles Freelance Writer • Comedian • Photographer •
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Author of suspense novels Sketch, Justice For Belle, Search For Maylee, Aggravated Momentum, and a medley of short stories.
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