Watching you guys schedule a line up for a match is like watching 8 monkeys fucking a football.
VW made the mistake of allowing me to “name” my car on their fraud victims website. “Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel” just rolls off the tongue and it accurately describes my 2012 Golf. Other name candidates included: Pooter Fraud Auto Gray Piece of Shit Cheating Bastard Clean-air Fucker Fucking […]
Scars of childhood come out when it’s time to eat dessert.
Getting phuong-ed isn’t as pleasant as it sounds.
When someone says they are “happy”with life – it’s bullshit.
“How are you?” is a fucked-up greeting to anyone with gray hair.
I fucking hate driving from Tucson to Phoenix on Friday nights, and I’m not letting man-bun eat my pizza.
My generation sucks. And if you think I’m talking about “The Who” song, you are probably part of the problem.
This generation of douchebag millennials is lazy, stupid and incompetent…
On 1/3/17, Kieran – wrote: _______________________________________________ OK, let’s get this year started right… Two people on this email thread have failed to sign up (Gibson and Scott). Henceforth they shall be purchasers of all beer at first home match — which I just saw is posted for Jan. […]
What follows is one of the email threads from my tennis team. On Mon, Jan 23, 2017 at 6:40 AM Tony wrote: Anybody interested in playing a singles match against me this morning or tomorrow evening? Tony (TPaps) ___________________________________________________ From: Julian Sent: Mon, Jan 23, 2017 6:41 AM […]
In 1987 (I think) I married a Savage, a real Savage, not some bullshit pejorative nickname, but a real Savage.
I have a son. He has a name, but I usually just call him “The Boy.”
When I was young, the kind of shitheads I used to hang around said things like: “I can’t see being married and waking up next to the same woman every day.”