Don’t care what the Chinese say, I’m calling 2021 the Year of the Rat.
2020 was obviously the Year of the Dog. The pandemic put us all at home. Heaven for most dogs. Free treats and walks all day.
I hate it when I get fooled by someone else’s bullshit. But if you hate lawyers, you gotta love this…
In the battle of the Bullshit blog nicknames, I was confident I had picked a winner. Surprise, I fucked that up.
My “friends” in Tucson are constantly shitting on Phoenix, because it’s so hot. (It’s about 2- 5 degrees warmer). But I can tell you one thing we don’t have — critters.
I want to know the exact date and time, “expertise” was put in a corner. I don’t know who did it or when they did it, but it has been done.
I’ve spent way too much time on the Olympic mix channel trying to pick one of the five NBC screens to watch — only to wonder “what the fuck is this doing in the Olympics” and turn the whole damn thing off.
Richard Branson couldn’t stop smiling and praising himself for “blasting off” as high as the Soviet Union sent a dog in the 1950’s. Jeff Bezos followed it up by tying the records set by “Ham” the chimp the US sent up in 1961.
For years comedians like George Carlin and Bill Burr have been calling for a plague. Something to wipe out the stupid and intolerable.
Larry the Cable Guy taught me something on Twitter. I too, am becoming a narrow-minded old fart.
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.