Opened the fridge door — damn that smelled like shit. I knew exactly what to blame. That 18-inch long bag of celery.
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.
“You know for someone who moves like you, pickleball is a good option,” they say. Fuck them.
Gowing up as the boy named Kieran was one thing. But this whole Karen Meme is fucked up. Keep my name out of these mouths.
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?
I love dirty words. Nothing can convey raw emotion and add meaning like throwing a few fucks or shits into the conversation.
My first tamale was “the Charles Barkley” of tamales, “terrible, just terrible.”
We all have a friend or acquaintance who just blurts out the truth even if they are not thinking about it or even trying. Kangaroo-face Gilbson has been trying
It’s been 30 years of political battles to get cities to build bike lanes. And then the god damn cyclists ride right next to the white line.
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.
When you are ready to die, try Pickle Ball.
Of all the bad shit the Baby Boom generation has done, the worst is raising all of these fucking douchebag millennials.
If you want to live, play tennis — according to the New York Times. That’s right you mother fucking golfers, the failing New York Times reported on a European study that people who play tennis live 9 years longer than lazy shits — even 3-5 years longer than […]
I thought it was “hot” outside when we had “Thanks-grilling”, until the Bear decided we should do a Savage Shrimp Boil in early September.