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.
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.