“Intelligent Design” is such a steaming pile of horse shit — every time some dumbass says it, part of me wants to hit them in the head with a shovel.
Jesus wanted our money — but this time it was for a good cause: better brewing from Larry, for fuck’s sake.
It took almost 20 years, but I have a new favorite joke.
My old favorite still makes me laugh, but not nearly as hard as it used to (be — a common condition at my age).
One of the things I like about tennis is the built in “physical distancing.” Even in doubles there’s 4 people in 2808 square feet.
This is a good time to remember the “Founders.” But if one more wanna be GOP “thinker” tells me he “believes in” the Constitution, I’m just going to take a shit on his shoe.
Please stop trying to expand my mind. Maybe it’s just me, but every where I turn people are talking about psychedelics like I’m doing something wrong because I haven’t tripped balls with a Peruvian Guru.
Shaman, sorry, Peruvian fucking shaman.
We were at the Bear’s second cousin’s wedding in New Mexico when it happened. I drank too much, and said something I thought was funny…
You know what is missing from the Bible? Apologies.
According to the google the only thing the fictional god of the bible ever apologized for: creating man.
I only have one “sex” story that I used to share in public.
I was 16 years old and working at the ghetto grocery store that was a few blocks from my parents’ house. One winter night around 9 p.m. I was rounding up the last of the shopping carts in the parking lot.
This tiny little rusted out piece-of-shit sedan was a rockin’.
When you are ready to die, try Pickle Ball.
If you want to live, play tennis — according to the New York Times. That’s right you mother fucking golfers, the failing New York Times reported on a European study that people who play tennis live 9 years longer than lazy shits — even 3-5 years longer than […]
Players have been bailing off the sinking ship of my fucked up tennis team so fast we renamed ourselves the “Rats” (maybe*). Sure, sure you read the tennis team category, and you know everybody left because of this Bullshit Blog. Fuck you — you are only partially right. […]
What do you call that little strip of grass between the sidewalk and the street? If you are from Akron, Ohio, you call it the Devil Strip.
Don’t even try to tell me about any “good” that religion has done. All the hospitals, food pantries, or “personal peace” they can provide, doesn’t make up
Jesus was sitting on the other side of the table starring at the waitresses’ tits. She walks away and he leers at the rest of us letting us know his intent