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.
There’s some shit for bloggers called a “Sunshine Award.” It’s for those who exhibit:
I know what you are thinking… and fuck you I could spread Sunshine…
I fucking knew Josh and Angry Ed would not be able to let that go. I would have bet a month’s pay it would be Angry Ed… but it wasn’t.
Please stop trying to expand my mind. Maybe it’s just me, but every where I turn people are talking about psychedelics like I’m doing something wrong because I haven’t tripped balls with a Peruvian Guru.
Shaman, sorry, Peruvian fucking shaman.
After years of physical therapy and anti-inflammatories, followed by months of injections and finally artho knee surgery, I finally found my “miracle”. Cortisone.
The Bear and I inherited a grand-dog — 12 pounds of a manipulating mutt — and now it seems we can’t go to dinner without her.
There’s more and more research to show that cussing makes you:
Tolerate More Pain
A Better Communicator
Reduce your level of Stress
You know, just a better fucking person than all those stuck up assholes who act all butt hurt when you tell them their religion is bullshit.
I once went cycling up a giant mountain with a drug lord from South America.
Sure, sure Angry Ed denies he is, or has ever been, a drug lord. But if ever there was a witness protection name for a cartel double agent, it’s “Ed Vegas.”
Bernie, AOC and some of the new flaming liberals have a long list of shit they want to change. I’m with them on most of it, but not one — free college.
Fuck Free College. We don’t want a repeat of senior year in high school with bored kids hanging out in the classroom to avoid the working week.
Most of us spend way too much time worrying about it, But at it’s root, money is bullshit.
Fucking 57-years-old and what do you get? Another participation trophy and deeper in debt.
Let’s play a game: (The sensitive and the religious may want to sit this one out).
Is it a quote from the Bible of Mein Kampf? Yeah that Mein Kampf — Hitler’s evil receipe for the world. I’m not praising that shit. I’m just showing the worst example I could think of to compare to what some think is the “good book.”