Finding Bullshit
People have found this Bullshit in some pretty fucked up ways.
Killing me with Coffee
Something different.
This crazy lady I met on the internet asked if I would write something for her blog. Unlike all the other lifestyle and recipe blogs, she rants and swears with the best of them. Unlike my bullshit, there’s a lot more to her stuff than just anger and insults.
So, I could only hope to put some bullshit together that would fit on her page. And sadly this is the best I could do.
You can read it on her page:
http://ccorral.blogspot.com/2019/01/killing-me-with-coffee.html
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Submit
It was my niece’s wedding, and Shannon is not submitting to nobody, nowhere. She came out of the womb screaming like a banshee, and that screaming for shit didn’t stop until she learned how to talk.
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A Bullshit Marketing Report
We regret to inform you that your marketing efforts are failing — for us. As you may already know, the Bullshit blog has several entries to include the shit Lewis was kind enough to read in his “Rant is Due” tirades.
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Casual Racism at the Post Office
The Bear and I went to get our passports renewed. His nametag said Bob. Bob was efficient, thorough and a mother fucking racist.
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Last Man Serving
My Fucked-Up Tennis Team is now completely fucked-up in an entirely new way.
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Flat Head
After 57 years of surviving on this planet, I just found out, I’m deformed.
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Five Things That Better Fucking Happen in 2019
Let’s make a list of shit that better happen or we go all Yellow Vests like the French.
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My final attempt at Christmas shopping
I’ve been in “husband” boot camp for 32 years. There’s no graduation in sight.
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New Wix-free Bullshit
I finally freed myself of the wicked Wix and moved my bullshit to Wordpress.
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Freezing in Tucson
It was the one day of the year when the people of Tucson whispered “winter is coming” and dug in their closets to find their one dust-covered windbreaker.
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Future Mascots
If you are going to have a team, it’s going to need a nickname, a mascot and some fucked up cheers.
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Smart-Ass Car
I traded in a liar and got a smart ass.
I am happier now — the Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel is dead. My new Honda Civic is “nice,” but these god damn “smart car” features make me want to strip to my bathrobe and scream “get off my lawn”.
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Whine Killer
Just when I was going to release my perfect whine to earn some free points with the Bear (one of the secrets to a long marriage is the art of sublte manipulation) that got fucked up too.
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Face Shaming by Andy and What’s Her Name
Fresh on the heels of my Body Shaming by Kate, her two best “friends” found a way to pick on my face.
