Remember when I said I would walk on a pickleball court when I was in hospice? Well, apparently I’m dying.
One of the few joys of road biking is dominating the bike lane — easily passing runners, beach cruisers and mountain bikes.
I was driving into Fountain Hills just as I heard Lewis Black reading my rant about Fountain Hills on his podcast. I’ve got the audio file to prove it.
I’ve had dogs that liked me, but they always “loved” other people. This past few weeks I found a dog that actually loves me. If I’m lucky, for the next 15 years, I won’t be able to take a shit by myself.
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).
I must confess and probably apologize… I’m a body-size bigot.
I once went cycling up a giant mountain with a drug lord from South America.
Sure, sure Angry Ed denies he is, or has ever been, a drug lord. But if ever there was a witness protection name for a cartel double agent, it’s “Ed Vegas.”
When you are ready to die, try Pickle Ball.
It’s Canada Day today… So I thought I’d send this friendly message to our northern neighbors…
Don’t get your knickers in a twist – of course this is just more of my bullshit.
I started this bullshit to cut down on my email. I wanted to just send a link and not have to deal with ten’s of email replies. Brillant.