I also received a save the date notification of my cousin's impending wedding, formal invitation to follow and all that. There a re a few factors that have me very hesitant to offer any significant value in cash or gift, mainly the fact that despite having a newborn baby, they can still afford to spend a week in Florida every year and his parents are loaded. That said, I don't want to be the cheap dick, but a gift on par with the lifestyle he's had in the past and is moving towards again will hurt my ass. So, empty the bank account or bring a few boxes of Uncle Ben's? And if for some reality-defying reason it isn't bulletproof, at least she'll have that good ol' govt healthcare for when she "falls down some stairs".
NBA Playoffs baby. What more could you want from round 1 (except maybe healthy Kobe and Rose?) Boston/NY. Spurs/Lakers. Harden @ OKC. It's like March Madness only not like that at all and also it lasts 6.5 months.
As I understand it, we haven't had a permanent parenting thread for the same reason we haven't had a permanent thread about beating one's face in the head with a hammer. Sure there's got to be some "best" way to do it, but what more really needs to be said than "don't"?
As a Spurs fan, the idea is actually not have a healthy Kobe. That being said, the way the Spurs have been playing lately, I still wouldn't be shocked if the Lakers knock them off even without captain dipshit on the lakers.
I fucking hate my job! When did life become about hating everything and using ones own tears as a lubricant? Time to get shit of the faced. Because nothing bad ever happens when alcohol is involved. You guys know I'm right.
I need booze. There is not nearly enough booze in this house. Also, the worst part of my schedule is that now I wake up early every day and sleeping in doesn't exist. I woke up at 6:45 this morning and I was so happy to get the extra hour and a half of sleep. Then I got sad. I'm also going to bed at 9 PM. I hate it. I used to be such a night person Anyway, the thesis of this post: booze. Need some. Going to get some.
Just got back from shopping with Li'l Bandit, and we're about to make our own beef jerky. On an unrelated note, WHY do people leave dirty diapers in parking lots? Those people are the scum of the earth, and should be forced to clean their infant's filthy ass with their tongue.
Normally not a big fan of Sam Adams. But right now, I feel like drinking some is the only American thing to do.
Or is it the spunk thread? Maybe you want to lubricate the old throat with the swimmers of a young white rap artist. I'm not here to judge, just trying to help.
Straight outta Boston, crazy motherfuckah named Sam Adams From the gang called Sons of Liberty When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the blunderbust, bodies hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The British are gonna hafta come and get me Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Polyester casting resin is easy enough to use, but all these unicorns are just impossible to work with.
I went along on the warrant serving today. Yawn. No one was home at any of the three places we went. I was really hoping for some excitement like some redneck trying to run, and myself being much faster then my cop friend, would get to take out some frustration when the guy resisted. I could just picture it when we took him to the jail: Jailer: "What the hell happened to him?" Cop: "Aw he fell down or something." Me: "35 times. I think he's on something, give him a spinal tap." Felon Redneck: "The big guy did this to me. He kept saying I was resisting and kicking me in the head." *Crickets* Jailer: "We'll get him fixed up." The most excitement was when we chased after some guy that pulled out of a driveway and went down the road lickety split. No lights, no siren just a high rate of speed. After a mile or so we caught him, he was just trying to catch his girlfriend and tell her something. After that I went down and signed the complaint against the bitch that stole my guns. She will never get another job in law enforcement after I get done with her. It also turns out that she was trying to sell some of the shit she stole from me to some of the deputies, they were not amused by this revelation. Time to start drinking.
Because Wal-Mart sells everything and I can't remember the last time I had a soft drink, I bought Mexican Coke this morning. It really does taste better. What's sad is that it's a toss up between Mexican Coke or petting a giant fucking cockroach from Madagascar at the Insectarium this morning that is the highlight of my Saturday.
I thought coke was the highlight of every lawyer's day, but Mexican coke? C'mon dude, that's got to be some low budget shit. And how in the fucking hell, not to mention why, do you pet a cockroach? Oh yeah....Mexican coke. Did the cockroach giggle?