Putin and other neighbors
Most of my neighbors are so fucked up I can barely look them in the eye, but the Bear and the boy keep dragging me into conversations with them.
Sugar Mama vs Bear
In the battle of the Bullshit blog nicknames, I was confident I had picked a winner. Surprise, I fucked that up.
Your little…
Recently I noticed a small thing about the Bear that has been driving me a bit crazy.
Whenever she refers to any thing about me or the things I like, she always adds this one adjective.
All My Grass is Plastic
It only took 6 years to beat the Nazis. The Odyessey was done in 10. Wimps. It took me 50 years to finally win “the grass wars.”
My final attempt at Christmas shopping
I’ve been in “husband” boot camp for 32 years. There’s no graduation in sight.
Whine Killer
Just when I was going to release my perfect whine to earn some free points with the Bear (one of the secrets to a long marriage is the art of sublte manipulation) that got fucked up too.
Fat Biker: Clueless Riders
My clueless riders, didn’t ask and didn’t know those things. They just assumed that everyone thinks it’s OK to endanger and maybe kill other people who don’t look like or sound like you.
Susan B. Anthony got Spade
The fucking Savages started this trend of mini-dogs. The Boy followed and several months ago picked up a 13-pound rat that exhibits dog-like behavior.
Ginger Hikers
I was a little kid during the Civil Rights Movement, and somehow I always assumed everyone was getting less racist — not more.
Father’s Day Party
Last year, the Bear set up a big family dinner for Father’s Day. This year she hosted a giant fucking party for 60-100 people.
My Bear is Your T-rex
I created The Bear moniker last year just for this Bullshit blog, but for years my wife has had a much crueler nickname: T-Rex.
The State Says I Stink
The Bear has always hated my Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel. Not because it’s a liar. Not because it’s killing the planet
Happy Fucking Father’s Day
Sunday it was somewhere between a hundred and a billion degrees, so I got up at dawn and went cycling before the sun melted the blacktop. About 3 hours later, I get home breathing hard, coated in sweaty salt and smelling like a dead muskox.
Ginger Stripper
When it comes to sex and girls, the Boy and I have a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. The Bear does not share this policy. She sticks her nose into every part of his “relationships” like they are unguarded honeycombs. She started when he was in the 2nd […]
The Institution of Marriage
Marriage is an ancient institution, and the wife and I have been institutionalized for more than 30 years.
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