The best part is that when he signs off and says his name it sounds like he's saying "This is bubbkas."
And stay warm and cozy knowing that while you're shelling out top coin to go there, that ding-dong isn't paying a goddamn DIME to take Remedial Alphabet Memorizing 101. AND getting laid every single weekend while being bored the entire time. Invent a perpetual motion machine, $50,000 out of your pocket to prove you can. Shoot a ball through a hoop, and be Big Man On Campus with a 24-7 hard-on for free.
I don't know, man, violating the laws of thermodynamics seems like it'd get you more bragging rights than violating some idiot cheer leader. "So, what'd you do this weekend?" "I rent asunder our most fundamental understanding of how the universe works." Kind of hard to make a comeback. In other news; A) A letter confirming graduation means I am one step closer to the point where it's permanent and they can't take it away, right? B) If the seller of my motorcycle can get a UVIP tomorrow morning, the bike shall be mine tomorrow. On the other hand... why didn't she already have one? Bah. C) In celebration of cinco de mayo, I had a margarita at a restaurant a day late. The whitest of Mexican drinks for the whitest of Mexican holidays.
Ooooo, baby. Physics gets me so hot. Take me now. Really? Tell me all about it. Will you buy me something?
Jesus, please stop. I almost died during my bronchoscopy today. Doctor put in way too much lidocain and it went straight into my lungs, then their tube was too thick (don't even) for my trache and blocked my airway. Oxygen saturation went down to 89.
Well shit, man. Don't go on us, because you won't be able to triggers classic echanges like this one I just found in our archive: ...You cannot buy accidental comedy like that if you were Warren Buffet's only heir.
For the record, the player is question was white. Luckily, our football team is a shitty D3 school, and thus has no scholarships. And no one gives them any respect, because they blow donkey dick. While they have gotten marginally better, they literally had a winless season not too long ago. And haven't had a winning season since Bill Clinton was in office.
He should, because yours truly has been in suspense the entire time not knowing what the meathead's race was.
Only if you want to go on record as pretending to be oblivious to that fact that "F-I-D-D-Y" and the like are attempted transliterations of ebonics and traditional African-American pronunciation. Sooooooooooo got real quiet 'round here. Beer, huh?
Time for a grape Mr. Freezie and a nap. Spent the afternoon rebuilding the rear end of my Jeep. That, with new brakes all round, and things are rocking. The new lift in my garage sure makes that shit so, so much easier, and I forgot how much quicker it is to work on small shit instead of the 3500 I was used to. And the new beer fridge passed inspection with flying colours too. And I just found out that my new stroker engine for the Jeep was shipped this afternoon, and should be in my garage by next weekend. 280 HP of pump gas goodness in an old 94 Wrangler. Come Get Some. Great weekend already.
The steak tips were epic. The perfect hint of bourbon and the 100 proof softened the meat beautifully. Sitting on the porch enjoying an Oliva G Churchill and a few Sierra Nevada Summerfests while I watch the Bruins. On the far plus side the pooch seems to be perfectly fine. Being beasty and chewing his rawhide bones so his face can't be that sore.
What the fuck? But don't worry, MoreCowbell has instructions to release some of my posts posthumously