Remember when “Up talking” was just for teenage girls and gay men? Those were the fucking days.
For the four people who found this blog through Facebook, you may have noticed a change. No longer is my Facebook page called Kieran’s Bullshit.
Facebook called bullshit on Kieran’s Bullshit.
Since I quit my job in Tucson, I’ve had my fill of fiction.
“I bought this bike, so I could ride it. I don’t want to learn how to fix it.”
Just try to hold your breath when cycling past the dairy farm — I fucking dare you. It can’t be done.
Here’s a message I thought I could stand up and salute… or at least a part of me could.
After a dozen years of living part time in the Dirty T, right around Christmas, I quit my job — so I’m selling my condo and abandoning the third-world racquet club.
Protestors, rioters, terrorists… seem to be the media’s choice for naming the fools who stormed the Capitol on Jan. 6 and might be planning more attacks this week.
Cops and prosecutors arrest and charge them as trespassers and assaulters and say they participated in “disorderly conduct.”
But all that’s bullshit.
Turns out the woman who I have referred to as “The Bear” on the internet for the past three years is not an animal at all.
She’s my Sugar Mama… showering me with all of that sweet, sweet teacher money.
It was the first or second day of school the first year I was teaching 8th grade when “Bradley” tried to blow the ceiling off the classroom with what could have been the world’s loudest and longest fart.
Ducks should run like chickens. But not the fucking gaggle on the Western Canal bike path south of Baseline Road in Mesa, Az.
While other people ignore the warnings and pack the airports, there will be no big Savage family Thanksgiving. Can’t have 20-plus people gather in 2020.
Just when I was getting used to the new shittyness of the WordPress block editor – they fucked up the scheduler.
I used to think only Banana Republics prosecuted and imprisoned politicians who lost.
But we need to make an exception for the Orange Republican.
After 7 months of lockdown, we broke my dad out of the old folks home.