Opened the fridge door — damn that smelled like shit. I knew exactly what to blame. That 18-inch long bag of celery.
I was walking Carol Baskins, when I bumped into my wife’s boss (the principal). “She really can’t wait to get Carol in her classroom,” the boss said. “She talks about it all the time.”
In the battle of the Bullshit blog nicknames, I was confident I had picked a winner. Surprise, I fucked that up.
Don’t call it fucking “hair styling” or going to a “stylist” — pushing 60, I’m back to sporting the same haircut I had when I was 6.
Who knew that murdering bitch Carol Fucking Baskins could be a comfort to all mankind?
The Sugar Mama knew, that’s who.
Gowing up as the boy named Kieran was one thing. But this whole Karen Meme is fucked up. Keep my name out of these mouths.
Remember when I said I would walk on a pickleball court when I was in hospice? Well, apparently I’m dying.
I’ve been married so long, I’m starting to dream that I’m cheating on her… I’m not fucking kidding. Woke up in a hot sweat, half covered with a down blanket and fully wrapped in guilt.
Larry the Cable Guy taught me something on Twitter. I too, am becoming a narrow-minded old fart.
It took 2 years of reading marketing bullshit for my slow brain to figure out how to see words people googled in order to find this bullshit.
The list was a little surprising:
It was created to solve a problem that didn’t exist, and now the very existence of the Electoral College creates a bigger problem — giving power to losers.
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.
Here’s a message I thought I could stand up and salute… or at least a part of me could.
The LJBTC community was infested by two things from Akron, Ohio at the same time. The LJBTC will never be the same.