The joke continues. Rants and Swears "re-nominated me" for a Sunshine Award.
Sunshine Blogger Redux
Tag: Humor
This Bullshit Got Nominated for a Sunshine Blogger Award
There's some shit for bloggers called a "Sunshine Award." It's for those who exhibit: Positivity Creativity Sunshine I know what you are thinking... and fuck you I could spread Sunshine...
Hooray for Hooters
It had been a long day and a half in a crowded room listening to stories about work while not getting any work done. I couldn't wait to head over to Hooters. It had been built in our imaginations like a combination of Camelot and Plato's Retreat. It was the first Hooters in the state -- newly opened in downtown Phoenix.
The Best Shot in Tennis History
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.
The Dog’s Dinner
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.
Cussing Makes Me Better Than You
There's more and more research to show that cussing makes you: Smarter Stronger More Honest 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.
Volleybrawl — sort of
I tried to play volleyball, once. Nearly, got my nose broken (by the Bear) and almost got in a different fight. It was early in our relationship. Shortly after I ate the tamale husks to impress the Savages.
Menage a What The Fuck?
I only have one "sex" story that I used to share in public. I was 16 years old and working at the ghetto grocery store that was a few blocks from my parents' house. One winter night around 9 p.m. I was rounding up the last of the shopping carts in the parking lot. This tiny little rusted out piece-of-shit sedan was a rockin'.
Kate and Andy are at it AGAIN
It started with Body Shaming by Kate, then her husband Andy and her friend What's Her Name shamed my face. What could be fucking be left to make fun of? My skin.
That was My God Damn Cookie
Saturday morning there were 3 cookies left -- the Savage chocolate chip cookies with just the right amount of crack. "Those are for you and your brother," the Bear said. "You figure out how to share them."
