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I flew my family to Vegas. Rented a big tampon looking van. Drove to the Grand Canyon for Fourth of July weekend. I got to drive down route66 to get there. Amazing history and scenery. Wish I would have been in an old convertible Cadillac. Good times. Put it on your bucket list. Vegas and the Grand Canyon.

Eagles-Take It Easy ”Sitting on a corner in Tucson Arizona, what such a fine site to see. There’s a girl my lord in a flatbed Ford slowing down to look at me”

I started taking three anti anxiety drugs and my alcohol consumption. Lots of fun. Around 4:00. she asked me if I would make her a sammich and heat some chicken noodle soup. I obliged. She gives great head. So I make her a turkey samich and I am waiting for the microwave to finish. I have this bizarre thing about odd numbers. My OCD. I walk up to the microwave and they’re three pumpkins on the screen instead of the time. I starred at for a bit and knew I was going crazy. I bring wifey lunch and go back to the kitchen. I look at the time on it, and reads, 4:38. But the the three was an 8. I fawking know there is no 4:88. I continued to drink and threw away the bottle of crazy medicine away.

Why would I throw out the alcohol and then keep the anxiety medication? Alcohol gives me beer goggles and anxiety meds help me understand my guilt.

I’m OK. Just in transition mode. It’s not, but it’s manageable. Believe me, it could be worse. But thank you.

I fawking hate to admit it. I loved that soap. I would rush home from HS in my shitttttyy Oldsmobile. And watch at 3:00 o’clock. Had to find out what those sluts were doing. My friend Glorioso would stop at the store, grab a sixer of The Beast.Climb a ladder to the roof with an ice chest and a mobile black/white portable tv, get some sun, and watch General Hospital. We both started working at this seafood restaurant. Start time was four. We got there at three . Drink a few pitchers of suds, watch General Hospital with the old waitresses, and explain to them who’s the villains. So our boss, Buddy says, wtf is wrong with you two? Really??? Two weeks later they had an episode where aliens invaded GH. I quit. No Mas. There was a silver lining though. My best friend Chris invited me to an oyster bar for beers and shiots and giggles.So I go. His oldest sister Jackie was six years older than us. As were her Tulane friends. I’m interested in one. Slightly porky brunette with a nice big ass. I played the game. She started talking about General Hospital and WTF. I spent an hour explaining to her WTF. She made us Bloody Mary’s in the morning and said thank you. I had trouble balancing for two fawking days!!! Drank more, fooled around some more, then she says her cop husband will be here in an hour. Go home now.

Just ignore this pile of excrement.

Your face

Really? Let’s just talk about you getting a colonoscopy and changing your wife’s name and diapers, Biden or Trump. Fawking pathetic extreme lack of participation. Go the Fawk away!!! If you bring nothing, you’re a fawking nothing. Contribute. It’s pretty simple. If you don’t have a logistics mind to have an intelligent conversation and input that brings worthwhile conversation. Get off the computer and go give your mother a wine enema, give two aspirins, and call me in the afternoon you worthless shiot!

The Fawg.

That song always haunted me.

OK…How about this. “Ain’t no party like a West Coast Party”

I was thinking these two for yous…

Doe- Doe time I listen to nature sounds. The waves on the beach and the wind blowing through the leaves in a forest. But lately I’ve been listening to this when I’m meditating during yoga. I e never been so relaxed and focused… Try it

If your players aren’t in the fetal position when you coach them hard, you’re a shitttty coach. Great coach. There is a court in heaven that’s been waiting for you. And a sturdy chair. Have fun storming the castle.

More like Andy Kaufman.

Old sausage fingers .Played this for the dance with my mother in law at my wedding.

Thanks for the good wishes. Went to the doctor today. She was awesome, but needed to wash her hair. The most informative doctor I’ve had in in years. Explained much. She’s a keeper. Not like the last Vietnamese biotch Dr Abiso I had so much trouble with. I had to pull down my boxers down and show her my pemus with imaginary bumps just to make her feel my rod. That Dr Abusu examined me and had the best look of shame I’ve ever seen. Took off the gloves and went right out the door. Me: Thanks for the erection. I guess I really don’t need Viagra..

It’s kind of catchy.