Despite the innuendo, click-bait title, and juvenile humor, there is a decided lack of porn in this post. Just me being abused by my crappy ISP. Again.
Now Is the Lunchtime of My Discontent
Starbucks, my old nemesis, we meet again. But this time, I'm onto you.
The Houseguest is Going to Kill Me
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.
Did My Post Office Slip Into a Parallel Universe?
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.
Smoked Gouda Triskets Review: No Thanks!
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.
Adventures in Supergluing
So, I superglued my hands together. Again. Yeah, that's right — again.
I Guess She Has a Point
Some nights, you just want your large chili...
Stop Taking My Hero’s Name in Vain
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.
Every Land Manatee Has Its Day
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.
How White Lies Topple the Mighty
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.
Tales from the Land Manatee 