You know you have had enough of a long weekend party with the Pendejos when it’s Sunday and…
Remember when I said I would walk on a pickleball court when I was in hospice? Well, apparently I’m dying.
Among the Pendejos we have a split decision on whether Shad should be nominated for a bronze medal in Dick Move of the Year 2021.
After a dozen years of living part time in the Dirty T, right around Christmas, I quit my job — so I’m selling my condo and abandoning the third-world racquet club.
We all think Freud was a fool for “penis envy”. Well, I’ve got a similar theory about the other side of the taint.
Condo invited a bunch of Pendejos to his condo for Friday happy hour — all we had to do for 2 free beers was destroy his brand new hot tub.
I fought the Facebook, and the Facebook won.
For thousands of years humans have been shitting all wrong. At least that’s what goat-fucking Geno says…
The competitive drunks who conned me into a Texas trip last year, invited me for a weekend in the mountains. I was the first one to say “yes.” My bowels have been giving me shit ever since.
There is a club in Tucson Az, where it’s nearly impossible to tell if the members are tennis players or semi-functioning drunks. It’s the only club I have ever joined. 99-percent of tennis clubs in America are full of tea-tea-tottling, upper-class twits who cheat on line calls — […]