Tennis or Pickleball – you decide
“You know for someone who moves like you, pickleball is a good option,” they say. Fuck them.
I've been a journalist, teacher, instructional designer, project manager, product manager, business guy... Veteran of the married life for 30-something years. Sort of helped raise one boy to be decent adult. Here to spread my bullshit and read what others have to say.
“You know for someone who moves like you, pickleball is a good option,” they say. Fuck them.
Don’t call it fucking “hair styling” or going to a “stylist” — pushing 60, I’m back to sporting the same haircut I had when I was 6.
Who knew that murdering bitch Carol Fucking Baskins could be a comfort to all mankind?
The Sugar Mama knew, that’s who.
I want to know the exact date and time, “expertise” was put in a corner. I don’t know who did it or when they did it, but it has been done.
I’ve spent way too much time on the Olympic mix channel trying to pick one of the five NBC screens to watch — only to wonder “what the fuck is this doing in the Olympics” and turn the whole damn thing off.
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.
Richard Branson couldn’t stop smiling and praising himself for “blasting off” as high as the Soviet Union sent a dog in the 1950’s. Jeff Bezos followed it up by tying the records set by “Ham” the chimp the US sent up in 1961.
It’s fucking hot. 108 in Portland, 115 in Medford, Oregon. Those are typical for us here, where central air meets central Arizona. But now you can’t escape the heat even if you fly 1000-miles north.
For years comedians like George Carlin and Bill Burr have been calling for a plague. Something to wipe out the stupid and intolerable.
Remember when I said I would walk on a pickleball court when I was in hospice? Well, apparently I’m dying.
I’ve been married so long, I’m starting to dream that I’m cheating on her… I’m not fucking kidding. Woke up in a hot sweat, half covered with a down blanket and fully wrapped in guilt.
Larry the Cable Guy taught me something on Twitter. I too, am becoming a narrow-minded old fart.
Covid is winding down, but I’ll be fine if you fuckers stay 6 feet away from me.
After finishing the Peace Corp, my brother dropped out of corporate America and became an organic fruit farmer in Washington state. Remember the Hippies and the Yippies? That’s not him.
That’s right, show your vax card, venture out in public, and take off that fucking mask. If you are not vaccinated, lock down, mask up and shut the fuck up.
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