The LJBTC community was invested by two things from Akron, Ohio at the same time. The LJBTC will never be the same.
Recently, I’ve been diagnosed with a chronic and progressive disease. No worries, it’s not fatal — as long as I “treat it” correctly.
Jesus wanted our money — but this time it was for a good cause: better brewing from Larry, for fuck’s sake.
I was watching one of those bullshit Hollywood chat shows, when I heard something interesting — yeah shocked me to.
My whole life I’ve been told how fair I am — fair skinned that is.
Now that shit is unacceptable and the PC police have been attacking “fair” skin for being unfair.
I got a new iPhone with face recognition. Now my Twitter feed is fucking with me.
Michelle Obama said she has “low-grade depression” due to covid-19. Who the fuck doesn’t? But it got me thinking — if even men get postpartum depression what the hell happens to every first family when the POTUS high is over.
I’ll bet you didn’t know, but I’m a fucking hero. I’m saving the ocean with every stupid search on the Google I make.
It’s a race to see what will come first for Covid-19: a treatment or a vaccine. Put your money on the treatment — there is no money in vaccines.
One of the few joys of road biking is dominating the bike lane — easily passing runners, beach cruisers and mountain bikes.
I just picked the black hat to wear because it was free and relatively clean.
Standing in line at the pharmacy in Fountain Hills, Az, home of Sheriff Joe and his posse, I didn’t expect anyone would notice.
I’ve spent thousands on a good bike. Hundreds on shoes and clothes. I spent $1.29 on a snickers bar that fucked up a perfectly good ride.
Covid-19 has forced us to replace sports with documentaries about sports. Kills time, but fucks up the betting.
ESPN played “The Last Dance”, Michael Jordan’s ode to himself, and 30 for 30’s series on Lance Armstrong practically back-to-back.
Sometimes the universe hates my plans.
I was a little fat social outcast. Who knew I would grow up to be The Man.