- Can you imagine how many times those of us who went to school in the late 90’s/early oughts would have been canceled? I cringe at the thought. I fully realize you older guys did it bigger and better than us, so save me the spiel, but my generation (borderline X to Millenial) are the only ones who witnessed the whole deal first hand while coming of age: no internet, to dial up prodigy, to T4 connections and Napster, to the downfall of society. Wow. I missed the first camera phones by one year. Thank the Lord.
- The parish next door to my house (where we don’t send my kids because they would be Latin Mass worshipers if they could) is having their parish festival this weekend. Will take my kids tomorrow for the kids’ night, but tonight is the “adult only” “music festival.” If you wanted to hear some wine soaked stay-at-home-mom tell you how Jesus reinvigorated her marriage, PM me now, and I’ll send you a google maps pin.
- These Amazon trucks are the spawn of a rotten satanic c**t. They just stop in the middle of the street, irrespective of oncoming traffic, or anything else, really. I may give Sajid a piece of my mind this weekend.
- How about Moose with three doubles in his first game back in three months. Good to see the old guys doing okay. And Miley is an absolute wizard. Love watching him pitch more than anyone since Cueto.
- So, mask fetishism is a real thing. You all heard about this? Guys who get off while watching women going about their business wearing masks. A local coffee shop had an issue today with a guy jerking off under the table while he observed the baristas. Usually their deal is Halloween, but it’s been Halloween for these guys for the past eighteen months. Weird deal.
- I found a stone skipping competition in Minnesota in October. Might head up there. Get on the tour circuit. My record is 38 skips. But I’m sure I could do better with actual competition.
- Met with this random small business owner this morning about a potential sexual harassment claim he is worried about. Bleach blonde tips, fat dude, in a tight graphic tee. He (admittedly) asked a subordinate female to blow him while they were smoking a cig behind a dumpster at a BW3’s after imbibing too much at an office happy hour. He has no insurance for this sort of thing. He was looking for reassurance that “he’s okay,” but I was like, no man, you’re f**ked. Oh, and you also don’t have any cash? All right, good luck, broseph. Hope it all works out.
- Chris Rodriguez is going to dumptruck some ******** this fall. Can’t wait. August sucks. Just get me through this satan’s-grundle of a month and to that first Gameday Saturday morning, and everything is copasetic.
- Are you smoking OxyContin in my motor coach?