I've been a journalist and an English teacher, and I can tell you some of what we shove down kids' throats as "grammar" is bullshit.
No means no goddamnit. But not at Apple.
There's a list of advantages to only spending weekends with the spouse. Surprise visits is not one of them.
If you are ever feeling fat and old, go to Deadwood, South Dakota in the summer. Look around the casino, walk the streets. In 5 minutes, you will feel a lot fucking better.
I might have to break a couple of semi-famous thumbs.
We often forget the impact we have on others. Here's a little reminder that came from The Boy (now age 29) through Facebook Messenger of what a shitty dad I am.
I'm infesting my Gilbert, Az, neighborhood like lime disease or rabies.
If you see me being led away in handcuffs anytime soon, it was just life teaching me another little lesson about me. Here's my side of the story.
Since our first summer that we could understand English, we have all been told that the Fourth of July is America's birthday. Well like Dec. 25 for Jesus, it's a fucking arbitrary date picked out of their ass by politicians with a marketing agenda.
The joke continues. Rants and Swears "re-nominated me" for a Sunshine Award.