A little bit of Akron in La Jolla
The LJBTC community was invested by two things from Akron, Ohio at the same time. The LJBTC will never be the same.
Cold cash for more brew
Jesus wanted our money — but this time it was for a good cause: better brewing from Larry, for fuck’s sake.
My new favorite joke
It took almost 20 years, but I have a new favorite joke.
My old favorite still makes me laugh, but not nearly as hard as it used to (be — a common condition at my age).
The fucked-up tennis team — STOP
One of the things I like about tennis is the built in “physical distancing.” Even in doubles there’s 4 people in 2808 square feet.
Pendejo Envy
We all think Freud was a fool for “penis envy”. Well, I’ve got a similar theory about the other side of the taint.
What would Geno do?
Every fiber of my non-existent soul didn’t want to tell this story. It’s wrong on so many levels. Stop here if ye be afraid.
Spouse Shaming by Kate
I bumped into the shaming couple in the third world club the other night. They asked one simple question. They didn’t like my answer.
Rain Pussies
It hadn’t rained in Tucson for 50 days and 50 nights. The first time it did, my fucked up tennis friends “ran away” like they were being chased by a killer rabbit.
Name Change for Angry Ed — Updated
My little witness-protection friend may have to change his nickname. His “real” name is Ed Vegas — or so he says, but how many “Venezuelans” have the last name Vegas?
That’s the US Marshal’s office laughing their ass off as they make fake names for each Colombian drug lord they turn.
The Sun Pussy
These goddamn pendejos from Tucson have taken body shaming to a whole fucking new level.
This time we were renting a few days with the 1% in the LJBTC community. Fuck Disneyland, the LJBTC is the happiest place on earth.
Comedy Collection
I might have to break a couple of semi-famous thumbs.
The Legend Retires — Updated
Believe it or not, I have a friend, who recently became “famous” for quitting. Well, at least “internet famous” (in Tucson only) when he quietly retired.
I May Have Assaulted a Douchebag Millennial — Allegedly
If you see me being led away in handcuffs anytime soon, it was just life teaching me another little lesson about me. Here’s my side of the story.
Back in the US, Back in the US, Back in the USTA
I’ve ranted, raved and complained like a 2-year-old with no cookie about the United States Tennis Association. And just when I thought I was out for good, they pulled me back in.
The White Tiger
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.
