Am I the only one here who doesn't do gross out humor? For whatever reason I just can't handle poo jokes.
I believe that small children drink the radiation of the sun a la the Kryptonians. It's the only explanation of their energy level. Yesterday, mine tears ass around Toronto all day, doesn't sleep a WINK for the two hour car ride home. Six hours in the sun at the beach today, she's asking to stop at every playground she sees on the way home. I figure she's finally tired arriving home, NOPE she's wirey for two more hours, just like a fat lil' retarded kid at a pro wrestling match. GODDAMIT. I love her but in the summer I want to relax and keeping up with a five year old is like trying to dust a ceiling fan while it's turned on.
Off the scatological stuff. I went to my first NASXAR race this weekend. It's just as boring in person just a hell of a lot louder. I guess if I knew or cared about the drivers it would have been alright. It was a last minute thing when my cousin offered free tickets. Fucking shit is LOUD, I ended up rolling up some receipts I had in my wallet to plug my ears (wasn't spending the outrageous prices there). Finished Orange Is the New Black season 2. Good show.
Oh look, science. Falling in love costs you friends <a class="postlink" href="http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-11321282" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-11321282</a>
I hate it when people say this shit (not you nett, LG). Once you get into a relationship, priorities change. Excepting the pussy-whipped idiots or guys who are with a controlling cunt, if you start getting ignored more and more because someone is in a relationship/marriage, chances are good they didn't consider you that close of a friend to begin with. When my wife a I started seriously dating, my peripheral friends dropped off because I was more interested in her (and considered her a cooler person to hang with) than them. When we got engaged, and then later married, I didn't want to hang out with those friends who didn't understand that I wasn't going to hit on girls with them at the bar (like the people pressuring a sober, former-alcoholic to drink). Now that I have a newborn son, I'm can't go out on the spur of the moment or get raging drunk because there's feeding times and diaper changes and if I want regular babysitters I can't use them every other day. Close friends understand these changes you go through. With the exception of sending a few baby pictures here and there, I've rarely texted, never mind talked to or seen any of my friends in the past two months because of my wife's pregnancy and then my son being here. But some of those guys (and girls) told us just to let them know when we're ready to meet up again and they'll come out here so we won't have to worry about accommodations for our son. And some of those other friends, well, they fall by the wayside on account of pressuring an alcoholic to drink.
You're making your place all comfy and cozy and cooking up delicious food, yet I'm flying over your head in 3 weeks. I'm gonna have to suffer in Ucluelet eating fresh fish every day, while staying with best friend in a place that is the BOMB. I wonder if the plane could drop into Kelowna part way. Win-win.
I wasn't paying attention this morning so I grabbed a peppermint teabag (instead of my traditional Red Rose orange pekoe) in the lunchroom for my morning cup. This stuff is DISGUSTING. Who the hell drinks peppermint tea? Ugh.
Say what? Peppermint Tea Bag - The act of applying a compound such as Icy hot or Tiger Balm to ones scrotal sack prior to inserting it into a persons mouth or placing on their face. The person receiving the Peppermint Tea bag is usually sleeping prior to the act being initiated, but an exception to this would be if using a modified yokozuna technique to a person that is awake.
Yes. I totally grabbed an Icy Hot-coated scrotum in my face while I was in our break room this morning. What's the matter with you?
When you said tea, you meant Sauvignon Blanc? No? Just me? It's always just me Monday mornings. Sad face. (No emoticons)