Despite the innuendo and juvenile humor, there is a decided lack of porn in this post. Just me being abused by my crappy ISP. Again.
Starbucks, my old nemesis, we meet again. But this time, I'm onto you.
Ever know you've screwed up? Like really bad? Like someone told you to do something and you said yeah, yeah, you would take care of it — and you meant to — but you just didn't get around it because, well, you just didn't? This is one of those times.
So, the Houseguest kept bugging me to mail her early voter ballot to her. Trips to the post office never end well -- but what else could I do? So off I went.
This isn't really a review, but more of a lament that I don't have a time machine to go back and warn myself not to buy them.
So, I superglued my hands together. Again. Yeah, that's right — again.
Some nights, you just want your large chili...
I didn't want to get involved in the latest round of Kaepernick bashing — but then someone had to drag Pat Tillman into it and the gloves come off.
Ever have one skill that you practiced ceaselessly for hours on end until you perfected it? But you never had a chance to use it. That was me — until today.
So, the Trump/Obama adviser who I gave an Uber ride to had to resign. Apparently, she got caught fibbing about a law degree. I know, I know, Trump lies every day and nothing happens, but he's had a lot more practice.