I've ranted, raved and complained like a 2-year-old with no cookie about the United States Tennis Association. And just when I thought I was out for good, they pulled me back in.
I learned something deep and dark about myself. If two of my friends ever go to hunt down the last white tiger on earth, the Bear and I would tag along, not say a fucking word, and laugh at all the wrong times. Sounds awful I know.
In June, I made my annual foray to join the LJBTC community. It was a whole family transition -- I took the Bear. Becoming LJBTC was surprisingly easy -- except
In July, I experimented with being LJBTC. This was my first time, and I have to admit -- I liked it. I might do it again next year
One of the reasons people gave me for going to La Jolla last month was to "barbecue on the beach". What the fuck? Pussy Joe and Patrick (the tallest Pendejo) kept telling me all about the BBQ rules at the La Jolla Beach and Tennis Club. "You can rent your own grill or use the … Continue reading Beach BBQ Bingo
I'm ashamed to admit I spent 5 fucking days looking for a beer in San Diego. What's worse? When I quit trying, the Bear found it in 2 hours...