Papas don’t let your babies grow up to read Bullshit
I learned recently that several fathers have let their children read this Bullshit. I’m seriously thinking about calling Child Protective Services.
I learned recently that several fathers have let their children read this Bullshit. I’m seriously thinking about calling Child Protective Services.
Phoenix, Arizona, where mighty rivers go to die.
Phoenix is a giant sandy sponge that soaks up all the fresh water from 5 states. The Salt and Verde rivers bring water from northern Arizona and New Mexico and run dry 30 miles short of Phoenix. The underground aquifers of the Santa Cruz, Gila, Agua Fria and New rivers drift into the Valley of the Sun.
We regret to inform you that your marketing efforts are failing — for us. As you may already know, the Bullshit blog has several entries to include the shit Lewis was kind enough to read in his “Rant is Due” tirades.
The Bear and I went to get our passports renewed. His nametag said Bob. Bob was efficient, thorough and a mother fucking racist.
After 57 years of surviving on this planet, I just found out, I’m deformed.
I love dirty words. Nothing can convey raw emotion and add meaning like throwing a few fucks or shits into the conversation.
Jesus was sitting with him at bar in the Third World Club when the first signs of a metaphorical exoskeleton started to cover the douchebag millennial’s body.
I finally freed myself of the wicked Wix and moved my bullshit to Wordpress.
It was the one day of the year when the people of Tucson whispered “winter is coming” and dug in their closets to find their one dust-covered windbreaker.
If you are going to have a team, it’s going to need a nickname, a mascot and some fucked up cheers.
The bosses said it was a really important trip and they needed “key” people to go. I was really happy they picked me, until I learned “key people” means fucking idiots.
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.
Q: What the hell is that bent piece of metal that is sticking over the back left tire?
A: You tell me — that’s what comments are for.
The Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel was an unstoppable zombie, but I finally knocked off it’s head with one dirty swing. I dropped it off at the VW dealer on Oct. 26. It was not a tearful goodbye. VW has it all on video tape. Turning in the car […]
Here’s to another sex offender on the Supreme Court (move over Clarence, here comes Brett, an even bigger and badder pervert). But even if we voted both of them off the court, it doesn’t fix the bigger issue.
10 decades of thought
By Pam R.
Pieces of life and the love of family mixed with the passion to ride
Los Angeles Freelance Writer • Comedian • Photographer •
Comedy essays and articles
Like Mother Teresa, only better.
Riding the South Coast of Massachusetts and Rhode Island
cycling less than i plan
Author of suspense novels Sketch, Justice For Belle, Search For Maylee, Aggravated Momentum, and a medley of short stories.
"Nothing that happens to a writer -- however happy, however tragic -- is ever wasted." ~ P.D. James
notes of the desperate man
The Dude Abides. I'm A Dude AbiKes. I wonder as I wander around Austin on a bicycle.
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Incoherent ranting & cries from the edge of sanity, mostly.
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If you aren't living on the edge, you're taking up too much space
Where smartasses chase unicorns
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A place for grumpy old men- ladies and the young are welcome if they feel they are up to it.
My life as a cautionary tale.
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