Broke ass Boy
A month before his wedding, my son took 15 of his best friends on a bachelor party trip that included surfing in San Diego and at least one day trip to Tijuana.
A month before his wedding, my son took 15 of his best friends on a bachelor party trip that included surfing in San Diego and at least one day trip to Tijuana.
I was denied summer camp as a child. I skipped the college dorm life. For a few years, I filled the camp/dorm fake nostalgia with Newks tennis camp.
For 10 years of cycling, my mantra was always: “I don’t want to fix my bike, I just want to ride it.”
Recently, I got a new taste for what they mean by Sweet Home Chicago.
Fucking weddings have gotten even more complicated. Now you have to have a website with invitations, RSVP’s, maps, shit to do, the mandatory shopping lists (registry) and the obligatory “Our Story.”
Somehow it became my job to review my son’s website and send him feedback and corrections (thanks to the project management skills of the wife). Mostly around “Our Story,” because his story is not as good as his cousin’s (who just got married Sept. 29).
I had planned on seeing Lewis Black for more than two years. His 2020 show — cancelled, Covid. His 2021 show — cancelled, Lewis had a health issue.
As soon as the 2022 dates came out, I got the FUCKu fan club seats. Oct. 1 in Phoenix.
I’m stealing this post from my friend Stephen Metcalfe. Mostly because it’s better than what I was too lazy to finish writing… But he also stole one line from me — can you guess which one? Remember, friend is just one “r” away from becoming a fiend…
I can’t read shit without glasses, and for 3 years, I just carried a single pair of readers. Suddenly in the past few weeks, I keep losing my glasses.
This summer I took the bullshit out of Kieranbullshit.com
After several years of a happy relationship with my iPhone 6, one day it was just over. I can hardly stand to look it in the eye.
Listen my children, pick your career wisely. Nobody ever thinks about how many of your friends and family will expect “free service” for whatever skills you may
I met one of my 10 readers a few weeks ago. He turned his head like a confused puppy and asked “Why do you write this?”
I did not have an acceptable answer. I’ve been thinking about it for two weeks.
Every time I try to do something good for the planet, I get screwed.
In a month or so, some people of the Phoenix Valley will cut their Bermuda grass to the nub and plant their rye for winter. Selfish pricks.
Tennis players are a bunch of cheap bastards, and for 40 years, I fit right in. But then I made the mistake of taking the wife to Indian Wells.