- For whatever reason, “I could use another day before getting back to the real world” pops up whenever I click this link. It used to automatically take me back to where I left off. Jon Blue? What’s going on with my free catpaw service??
- My lord, my son’s third grade teacher is just smoking, smoking hot. Second year teacher, probably 24, legitimate size 0, long blonde hair and blue eyes. Good choice to not put her with the eighth graders; those dudes would be going to the john every fifteen minutes.
- I worked from home today (which is why I’m drunk on a Tuesday and saying any of this) voluntarily, and I can say that it’s a totally different feel doing it when you want to, versus doing it when you have to. Lord help us if this ********** imposes lockdowns again. Don’t think that will happen, but he did tease a statewide mask mandate being “actively under consideration” during his press conference today. That’s the first step, and it’s a slippery slope.
- My kids are in Catholic schools in NKY, and our original plan was that masking would be parental discretion, a family decision. The executive order changed that of course, and the day it came out, I approached my oldest two sons to let them know the bad news, expecting the worst. You know what? They just shrugged, and were like whatever. Masks are the only thing they’ve known in their own minds’ recent history. So they didn’t think anything of it. Kids are so resilient.
- The mask I dug out of my console which I never thought I’d need again doesn’t fit, somehow got stretched. So I’m going to try to find a mask depicting a man performing cunilingus on a beautiful woman. For wearing in Starbucks only, of course, not my kids’ school. (Although maybe that third grade teacher??)
- Watering my front lawn right now. Didn’t think I’d have to do it this week, based on the weather reports. But you know what - these weather people are horrid cocksucking liars. I was supposed to get intermittent downpours for the past five days, and haven’t gotten ****.
- My lord, my son’s third grade teacher is just smoking, smoking hot. Second year teacher, probably 24, legitimate size 0, long blonde hair and blue eyes. Good choice to not put her with the eighth graders; those dudes would be going to the john every fifteen minutes.
- I worked from home today (which is why I’m drunk on a Tuesday and saying any of this) voluntarily, and I can say that it’s a totally different feel doing it when you want to, versus doing it when you have to. Lord help us if this ********** imposes lockdowns again. Don’t think that will happen, but he did tease a statewide mask mandate being “actively under consideration” during his press conference today. That’s the first step, and it’s a slippery slope.
- My kids are in Catholic schools in NKY, and our original plan was that masking would be parental discretion, a family decision. The executive order changed that of course, and the day it came out, I approached my oldest two sons to let them know the bad news, expecting the worst. You know what? They just shrugged, and were like whatever. Masks are the only thing they’ve known in their own minds’ recent history. So they didn’t think anything of it. Kids are so resilient.
- The mask I dug out of my console which I never thought I’d need again doesn’t fit, somehow got stretched. So I’m going to try to find a mask depicting a man performing cunilingus on a beautiful woman. For wearing in Starbucks only, of course, not my kids’ school. (Although maybe that third grade teacher??)
- Watering my front lawn right now. Didn’t think I’d have to do it this week, based on the weather reports. But you know what - these weather people are horrid cocksucking liars. I was supposed to get intermittent downpours for the past five days, and haven’t gotten ****.
