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.
I don’t need no IQ test to tell how stupid people think I am. I just need the Bear to leave for a few days.
Originally posted on stephen metcalfe:
I wrote this about fifteen years ago but the idea that we be there for one another, that we provide hope, seems even more timely now. * As I’ve gotten older I’ve had a harder and harder time with the concept of hope. …
Talking shit about your “friends” on the internet should be endorsed by the American Psychological Association — it’s a great sanity check.
It is not quite “The Boy Named Sue,” but Kieran is fucking close enough.
Let me tell you what will scare the fuck out of anyone with a brain and a sense of history — a little teeny, tiny book my father gave all his children when Trump was elected.
There are hours (never full days) when I miss being a teacher. Then the Bear tells me “how her day went” and I remember: ohh that shit sucks.
I’m hoping roosters taste exactly like chicken, because my other neighbor just got a Mother Fucking Rooster.
I learned recently that several fathers have let their children read this Bullshit. I’m seriously thinking about calling Child Protective Services.
I must confess and probably apologize… I’m a body-size bigot.