Remember when I said I would walk on a pickleball court when I was in hospice? Well, apparently I’m dying.
Just when I was getting used to the new shittyness of the WordPress block editor – they fucked up the scheduler.
I traded in a liar and got a smart ass.
I am happier now — the Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel is dead. My new Honda Civic is “nice,” but these god damn “smart car” features make me want to strip to my bathrobe and scream “get off my lawn”.
Every time I find a tennis shoe I like – brand, make, model, year, color, 10 seconds after I walk out of the store, they change all the fucking models
I had been told both my knees had tendonitis. It could get better in 2 weeks or 2 years. It didn’t
My Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel’s trip to hell has been delayed — again. I had the appointment to turn in the fucking thing over Labor Day.
Condo invited a bunch of Pendejos to his condo for Friday happy hour — all we had to do for 2 free beers was destroy his brand new hot tub.
Every time I try to do something good for the planet, I get screwed.
When the fuck did Americans get so goddamn gullible? We fall for propaganda like Alan picking internet brides from Asia.
My Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel is going to Volkswagen hell, one part at a time. The latest part to do the dance of the damned was the front wiper
Some people tell me I’m a very “negative person.” First of all, fuck you. Who asked you? And second, you are right
Most of you would never notice, but I added Google Ads to this Bullshit. No, no, I’m not fucking stupid, I’m never going to make any money at this shit.
There’s no fucking free lunch in this world, and that applies to beer too, goddamnit.
Turns out my lying nazi bullshit diesel is not the only fucking bullshit diesel. They all are. Just in different ways
One of the worst parts of being a fat cyclist is the clothes.