I’m getting older. At least my body is but my mind and attitude had a huge head start. So. I think I’ll talk about just a few things I am no longer willing to tolerate. The first is peopling, people are highly overrated. Everyone thinks themselves to be even more interesting than the Most Interesting Man in the World, from the Dos Equis, beer commercials, you remember the ones always ending with him saying, “Stay Thirsty My Friends.” You have to stay thirsty, correction: DRUNK, just to get through conversations with some of the chowderheads I’ve encountered through life. I’m not even sure I like people much, but I do like Netflix, cheeseburgers, beer and quiet.

Next thing I find myself now disliking is driving at night. I mean being out after dark, let alone driving in it, is something I don’t want to do anymore. Somewhere along the way, the nights got darker and the headlights from oncoming vehicles, burned our fucking retinas out. My night vision has assumed mole status, and know what? I’m fine with that.

Next thing I no longer have any interest in is the ages old pointless exercise of arguing with idiots. I used to engage, not anymore, my give a flying fuck meter is broken beyond repair. William Gibbs McAdoo said, “It’s impossible to win an argument with an ignorant man.” Sums it up although my favorite is Mark Twain, “never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience. Every episode of The View is proof of that. Arguing with idiots is both a marathon and an Olympic sport, neither of which I am any longer conditioned for. I’m too old for that shit.

But the most important and my favorite thing about getting older is, NOT GIVING THE FIRST FUCK WHAT PEOPLE THINK ABOUT ME. I put that in all caps because I don’t want anyone to mistake what I am saying. Life is too short to give a damn about other people’s opinions. As long as I’m happy and not hurting anyone, Fuck ’em.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.

Way back in 1992, Bill Clinton uttered a line that has since become a part of the lexicon, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.” That certainly applies to my wife, Persnickety Lane, and I, who if you read yesterday’s post would know about being held captive in an AMC theater, waiting for a movie to start while being tortured with 30 minutes of ads beforehand.

Well guess what? That shit hasn’t changed.

Last Wednesday night, Persnickety and I attended a Fathom showing of Mel Brook’s greatest movie, ‘Blazing Saddles.” Believing the theater would follow the same pattern as it had only a few weeks before when we attended the 70th anniversary showing of ‘Rear Window,’ which went straight to the movie, we were not going to relive the same experience as when we went to see Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, the story of the ghost so nice they named him twice.

WRONG.

Once again AMC spent another half hour of my life with the same damn ads I had suffered through before. Seriously! I felt like I was being punished and I don’t even know what I did wrong. ‘Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more,’ the immortal words of Henry V, before the Battle of Agincourt, easy for him to say, he wasn’t having to listen to another advertisement about the upcoming Bob Dylan or having to once again, make that twice again suffer John Legend in his own mind, talk about mindlessly taking the COVID jab. Big talk from someone who took to the internet to urge the people of Springfield, Ohio to happily accept all of the illegal Haitians now flooding their community like a bug infestation, raping and murdering and doing so while eating someone’s golden retriever with barbeque sauce. Put them in his Beverly Hills neighborhood and he’d be singing a much different song, and like all of his others, equally shitty. I stand by what I said in yesterday’s post, I hope Legend in his own mind, gets it for each time the audience had to suffer through him.

And what a difference a week makes. The first time this happened at Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, still the ghost so nice they named him twice, I was seriously annoyed with Persnickety Lane, once more reverting to her previous name of Poops Ahoy, for going to the restroom, thinking she might miss the start of the movie. If you had ever timed one of her restroom visits, you would understand my concern, the Jews, spent less time wandering in the desert than she does in one of them. Luv ya Poops. This time however when she repeated the events of previously, I was not concerned at all. The way I saw it she could take al; the time in the world, the ads still had over another thirty to go before Leonard Maltin, showed up on screen to introduce the movie. Poor Leonard is in his seventies, he does not have that much time left in life to be waiting out all of those ads that no one wants to see anyway. And just for information purposes, yes. she did get back in plenty of time before the movie started.

The movie was great, one of my all-time favorites and some of Gene Wilder’s best work. The humor is hilarious, a movie that would be impossible to make in today’s world of poor poor pitiful me snowflakes. Proof that wherever there’s a good time there’s a leftist pussy waiting to spoil it. In closing, more movies like ‘Blazing Saddles,’ less propaganda, and let everyone enjoy the movie they came out to see that they could have ordered on Netflix.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.

Want to know how to ruin the movie going experience, here are a few ways, 1) Idiots who talk during the movie. It’s like the only time they can get anyone to listen is when they have a captive audience, note to that person, people are trying to watch the movie, and no one finds you interesting. 2) People who bring their screaming children. To all who have kids who are still at the boogers eating stage, leave them at home. Chances are you are their trying to have a night out away from the little poop geysers, so it makes no sense why you brought them along. You say you could not find a baby-sitter? Helpful hint, children like dogs, take them to the kennel, tell them it’s a doggy hotel and they get to spend the night with their furry friends, they’ll never know the difference. For those parents who are afraid they’ll give their children issues, you will anyway, that’s what parents do so if anything, you’re getting an early jump on screwing them up for life. 3) It you have bladder control issues. If so, sit on the aisle, you’re allowed two trips in and out and then, FIX THAT THING! And that brings us to thew final thing. 4) Burn out your viewing audience with a fuck ton of advertisements before the movie ever starts.

Recently my wife and I decided to see the new Michael Keaton movie Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, you know him, the ghost so nice they named him twice. We both enjoyed the first one, who didn’t right? So, my wife formerly known as Poops Ahoy, (and will continue to be if I have to write another post regarding regularity) but now known as Persnickety Lane, suggested we attend at our local AMC theater, we had recently gone to the 70th anniversary showing of Rear Window and had enjoyed it very much, so we were both up for another outing. Here’s where it went wrong…

The movie which had been scheduled to begin at 1pm, broadcast an entire half-hour of different advertisements for one thing or other. One from Walmart about children’s back to school clothes with this one girl who I’ll call Little Gaga, taking over the schools PA system and broadcasting one song after another while the other kids danced. Wasn’t like any school I’d ever gone to. That particular commercial went on for five and a half minutes. God help us. Then came one from John Legend in his own mind, about taking the COVID jab, get stuck watching it once was not bad enough, the theater ran ir twice. I hope it worked and he catches it once for every time he was shown. Seriously, can anyone name a song by this hack? The only one I found even a little interesting is an up-coming documentary on Christopher Reeve, maybe the new movie about Bob Dylan. Don’t ask me the title, I don’t remember.

Wait! I know I said Poop Ahoy would now be known as Persnickety Lane, unless bathroom humor was involved, but an occasion just presented itself. Who could have guessed that would happen before even one post was complete? Persnickety Lane, for the moment again Poops Ahoy, told me she had to go the restroom while all of these advertisements were playing. Oh Hell, I thought. If you knew Poops Ahoy, she’s never in a bathroom for less time than it takes to watch an episode of The Big Bang Theory. If you think I’m exaggerating, I’m not, I’ve seen her do forty-five minutes in the bushes. Those people’s roses won prizes that year. Okay I am exaggerating…but only a little. Point being, it had been her idea to go to see this film and knowing her I was sure she’d miss the first twenty minutes of it….

And I was wrong.

The commercials continued ad nauseum for what felt like forever. I was checking my pulse to make sure I had not gone into a coma. In fact, Persnickety Lane, for the moment still Poops Ahoy had not only returned but sat through another thirty-seven ads, the grand total seventy-two in all. I’m not kidding, I was counting after the third one.

The movie was actually not bad. An enjoyable experience, although without the Maitland’s from the first one. No amount of makeup or CGI effects could make Alec Baldwin or Geena Davis look as young as they did in the first one. Speaking of old, Winona Ryder is fifty-two now but looks younger, ten minutes younger. In the film she plays Lydia Deets, now a mother to Jenna Ortega, who now hosts her own show about you guessed it, ghosts. Michael Keaton has not lost a step as the ghost with the most from thirty-six years ago, and I recommend the film. Just remember not to say his name three times. Or do, if he appears maybe he can make the torrent of advertisements stop.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.

In the way back of 1974, Orson Welles released a docudrama titled ‘F is for Fake,’ focusing on the career of professional art forger Elmyr de Hory. Clifford Irving, the soon exposed author of the fake biography of Howard Hughes, would ironically be featured in the film commenting on de Hory’s acts of fraud.

This started me thinking about the many fakes i.e. hoaxes that have been perpetrated upon a willing public in recent years. And after having spent many hours last night researching here are some of them.

The Russian Collusion Hoax

The Steele Dossier Hoax.

Muslim Travell Ban Hoax.

Trump made fun of a reporter’s disability hoax.

Oh don’t leave, we’re just getting started.

Let’s not forget the 51 intelligence officials claiming Hunter Biden’s laptop was Russian disinformation hoax.

The Trump calling American troops ‘suckers and losers,’ hoax.

Liberal economists spreading panic that Trump will create massive inflation hoax.

Trump tax cuts only benefit the wealthy hoax. (how many times have we heard that one?)

Mischaracterizing Trump’s “very fine people” comment as praise for neo-Nazi’s hoax.

Here’s an oldie but a goodie…

Trump has dementia hoax.

Then in almost the same breath comes the…wait for it…

Biden is razor sharp and doesn’t have dementia hoax. (That one sure got exposed last Thursday night.)

Here’s my personal favorite,

Trump put kids in cages hoax.

I still can’t believe anyone with an IQ higher than Rob Reiner (that being everyone) fell for that.

Here are a few classics from the COVID period.

COVID lab leak theory is a conspiracy when it was initially stated hoax.

The drink bleach hoax

Ivermectin not only does not work but is dangerous to use hoax.

The Trump was dismissive in his response to COVID, when in fact he took immediate action instituting travel restrictions hoax.

COVID vaccine prevents against infection hoax.

Masks prevent COVID hoax.

Speaking of suckers and losers, I still see people not only wearing them but worse, doing so while alone in their cars. God save us.

Moving on, here’s one I’ll bet you forgot about…

The head of ISIS Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi was an ‘austere religious scholar’ hoax.

They can’t even feel good about the death of a terrorist if it gives Trump credit. I don’t remember any complaining when Obama gave the order to kill bin Laden. We all celebrated at the news. A little fairness here people.

The Trump had two scoops of ice cream while only serving one to the other guests at a Mar-a-Lago function Hoax.

Well okay, that one may be true but who cares. It’s his home and complaining about the amount of ice cream one receives is just petty.

The Melanie Trump has not been seen in two weeks because Trump beat her hoax.

That one put forth by CNN’s Jeremy Toobin was not only untrue but irresponsible. The First Lady had in face recently had gall bladder surgery and was not up to appearing in public. Irony of ironies that the man who said this would later become famous for fondling himself on a video conference call.

Here’s one from the silly files. Yes, I know this entire posting is about the silly but bear with me.

The Trump overfed Koi fish in Japan Hoax.

I mean really? Who cares?

Here’s a big one.

The 2020 election was the most secure and above-board election in history hoax. Mail in ballots, drop boxes and 3 am vote dumps, and voting machines with no issues whatsoever. Result 81 million votes for Biden. (Cue laugh track)

The Black Lives Matter/Antifa riots were mostly peaceful protests hoax. (There are lot of injured people and people and burned businesses that would say otherwise.)

Trump used tear gas to clear Lafayette square of these same peaceful protestors for a photo op with a Bible hoax.

I’m getting tired from all the typing. If I could play a guitar like I do this keyboard I’d have put Jimi Hendrix to shame.

Remember this one?

The Russian bounties on American troops hoax.

There was not even a hint of evidence from the intelligence community that this was true. Still didn’t stop the media from running with it.

The Trump had nuclear secrets at Mar-a-Lago hoax.

Just a point of information. If he had, then they were part of his official documents which he had ever right to and the codes are changed every week anyway.

So let’s talk about the day democrats just live for. January 6th. A date that in their minds far surpasses either Pearl Harbor or September 11th. In fact, I’m convinced that to them, every day is January 6th.

The Trump incited violence, when in fact he called for peaceful protests hoax.

The January 6th protestors killed a police officer hoax.

The Trump overpowered a team of Secret Service agents to grab the wheel of the Presidential SUV from the back seat hoax. (I still love that one)

The (unconstitutional) January 6th Committee Coverup and destroying of evidence hoax.

The Global Warming, now Climate Change is the most immediate and existential threat to the survival of humanity hoax.

Oh! before I forget, lets discuss that big boogeyman, the embodiment of ever Bond villain and Darth Vadar combined, Vladimir Putin.

The Putin caused the inflation price hike hoax.

The Putin will invade Europe next hoax.

The Ukraine can defeat Putin and win the war with enough weapons and money hoax.

The Russia bombed their own pipeline hoax.

Moving on.

We have the Kavanaugh rape hoax.

The New York changed the statute of limitations on a Non-Disclosure Agreement and FEC election interference hoax.

The rape charge allegation from a hideous old woman who named her cat, ‘vagina,’ didn’t know when it happened (has accused a dozen others of rape) and best friend calls a BS, on the whole thing hoax. (Seriously, crazy and ugly.)

The ‘we must protect democracy,’ by removing a political opponent from the ballot by any means necessary hoax.

Dishonorable Mentions:

The Jussie Smollet, ‘This is MAGA country’ hoax.

The Bubba Wallace Noose Hoax. The Chinese spy balloon is really just a weather balloon hoax.

The Border Patrol whipped illegal aliens, hoax.

The Gretchen Whitmer kidnapping hoax.

The Covington boys hoax.

I’m sure I’ve left some out, but the hour is getting late and I’m exhausted. Let me know if you can think of any.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.

In what has so far been a memorable session that has seen the power of the federal government vastly curtailed, the Supreme Court has finally released the decision we have all been waiting for.

The Court has ruled 6-3. in favor of Donald Trump, granting him immunity from prosecution in the federal election interference case.

This decision effectively dismisses the indictment sought by 9unconstitutionally appointed) Special Counsel Jack Smith.

A majority of Justices stated that the former president cannot be criminally charged for official acts conducted in office unless first impeached and then convicted by both houses of Congress.

This ruling sets a landmark precedent relating presidential power and accountability.

The decision is a major victory for the former President and a death blow to the prsecution.

With this ruling, the federal government’s case regarding the 2020 election and the events of January 6th will not proceed potentially effecting Trumps’ other ongoing

This ruling will have far-reaching implications for the November election and the future of presidential power.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.

I am taking time out from butchering Biden to talk about another important event that happened this week. Don’t worry, I’m not done with that narcoleptic zombie by a damn sight. I have a lot more unflattering things to say about him, probably even tomorrow. In the meantime, I want to talk about a landmark Supreme Court decision released this week regarding the Chevron deference.

The Chevron deference for decades has allowed unelected bureaucrats in federal agencies to act as a fourth branch of government. The federal agencies were in effect able to make their own laws, giving government functionaries massive power over the people.

A recent example of their abuse happened during COVID when hundreds of businesses were required to force their employees to either take the jab or be subjected to weekly testing. Did this rule come from Congress? No. It came from the Office of Safety and Health Administration (OSHA).

Democrats have spent a lifetime entrenching far-left activists within these agencies, like ticks on a dog. Then pressured companies to enact their agenda with threats of fines and regulations.

In SEC v Jarkesy, the Supreme Court ruled that citizens charged with civil penalties have the right to a jury trial, under the Seventh Amendment. Now government agencies will no longer be able to count on unchecked deference in their interpretations.

The Court has reclaimed power for the citizens and checked the administrative state make it clear, that it is the job of Congress, elected by the people to make the laws, and of the courts to review and interpret them.

This changes everything.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.

I know I went off on Biden yesterday and said a lot of things that could be taken as less than kind. With that in mind I would just like to say, I meant every damn word of it. Now after having had a night to think things, I’ve decided, ‘Bitch I’ve got something else to say.’

Sleppy Joe, Creepy Joe, Sloppy Joe, take your pick, all of them fit. But for the purpose of time constraints, we’ll focus on the ‘Sleepy Joe,’ part, which is practically what he did during Thursday’s debate. That moniker is now not only a much-deserved term of derision but an undeniable fact. To call him ‘sleepy,’ is not a detriment that has come with age, it’s who he is, having sleep-walked his way through life. His senate colleagues, when describing him, never once failed to qualify their remarks, always saying what a hail fellow he is, right before telling the listener that he has the IQ of an ashtray. Biden’s entire career has been nothing but an exercise in laziness and mediocrity. A company man whose company is the democratic party. He is a man who has spent his entire adult life in public office because he could never succeed in the real world. Easily the least qualified and unintelligent man to ever hold the presidency, considering some of the past White House occupants have included such names as Millard Fillmore, Franklin Pierce and James Buchanan, that is saying something.

As I stated in yesterday’s post, I first learned of Joe Biden, during high school, long before the days of his hair plugs and the ‘my butt is wiped,’ boast. I found him during interviews to be braggart, and whom like most, was without cause to be. Three times, Biden has run for the presidency, over the span of thirty years never, receiving more than one percent support. His 2020 campaign was going nowhere but Hell, after not only losing Iowa but finishing fifth in New Hampshire. That was until the power brokers of the democratic party applied pressure behind the scenes to force the other candidates to drop out, in order to prevent Bernie Sanders from winning the nomination.

Some history of old Sleepy Joe. Declaring for the 1988 presidential race, he was forced to drop out in disgrace, the year before the first vote was ever cast. Why? In a foreshadowing of coming dishonesty, it was revealed he had not only plagiarized the speeches of Labor Leader Neil Kinnock, but further accusations of the same thing were discovered from his time in law school. Move forward fifteen years to his second attempt in 2008. An even more unimpressive campaign from an equally unimpressive man, causing controversy when he described Obama as ‘articulate smart’ and my personal favorite, ‘clean,’ as if he were the first black person to ever discover soap. Biden withdrew soon after, his second try ending even less notably than the first.

That’s brings us to time number three. As they say, third times a charm, (but not for the country, the past four years having proven that). Understanding the shoddy material, that they were given to work with and unlike the candidate, who even now delusionally believes himself to be a towering world figure, they hatched brilliant scheme for the coming election. Keep him in the basement and out of sight as much as humanly possible. The hysteria of the Covid panic provided them all the excuse they needed. Limiting interviews to the mostly virtual, only conducting in-person ones, whenever it was necessary his overseers stood behind him like a Praetorian Guard, ready to end the interview whenever it appeared Joe was going to act like Joe and spoil their carefully laid plans. As Obama said, ‘never underestimate Joe’s ability to fuck things up.’ Even then, with Covid, the George Floyd riots and stopping a roaring economy on a dime. Biden still barely defeated Donald Trump, in a highly contested election, where the system stacked the deck against the incumbent. The New York Times even gave it a name, ‘fortification,’ not only boasting how they had gotten away with it, but everyone was now powerless to do anything about it. Result, the most undeserving man to ever waste oxygen, achieved his lifelong dream, leaving the rest of us just hoping to survive what we ‘rightfully’ feared would be four years of carnage.

The powers that be, the democratic party, the media and the bureaucrats of the deep state, celebrated the cleansing of the Trump Stain. What resulted was not a new golden age but the beginning of four-year long disaster, the result of having put a disaster of a man in charge. Last Thursday night the empty shell that has always been Joe Biden was glaringly exposed to all of the world. A substandard man of substandard intelligence, with a lifetime of no accomplishments, who has leeched off of the public for fifty years, in a field that rewards such mediocrity. To have the man he thought he had defeated, return stronger than before, to vanquish him, is an ending worthy of a Hollywood blockbuster and poetic justice.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.

I’ve known who Joe Biden is since my high school years in the 1980’s.

I have never changed my point of view in regards, to him.

1) He is of low intelligence.

2) He is a deeply loathsome human being of even lower character lacking in even the basics of morality.

He is a shameless liar and always has been.

Examples include saying he was a truck driver, to being raised in a Puerto Rican neighborhood to even more recently claiming his uncle was eaten by cannibals. Even Walter Mitty would be shaking his head

Biden is a man who has lived his entire life on the premise that he could convince 200,000 people to vote for him every six years in a small backwater state on the border of much larger neighbors.

Never once in all of his many years, has he paused to consider whether or not it was ethical for members of his immediate to extended family to make money based on nothing other than sharing his last name.

He has no core beliefs evidenced by the many contradictory positions he has taken in over 50 years of public life.

Like a weathervane, he has always blown in the ever-shifting center of the democratic party, wherever that might be found.

He has never failed to say whatever was politically advantageous at any particular political moment.

in 2008 he was relegated to the sidelines when selected by Obama to run as vice-president. Obama did really want Biden and thought him a fool, but what he wanted even less was Hillary Clinton. He knew Biden could be controlled, sit in a corner with his aides from the Senate and be seen rather than heard.

Now democratic party apparatchiks are bewailing that his disastrous debate performance will send him down a path of devasting defeat but tarnish, (to use a word all the rage in politics) his “LEGACY.”

Biden has no legacy and never has.

He has always been the stupid and goofy best friend within the democratic party. Never the leading man.

But unlike those characters in television and film…he’s never been smart enough to figure that out.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.

One week ago, Birmingham hosted its first major league baseball game when the St. Louis Cardinals played the San Francisco giants at historic Rickwood Field, the oldest ballpark in America. The purpose being to celebrate the Negro Leagues and Birmingham’s most famous player Willie Mays, who sadly passed away two days before the game took place. Some of the guests included Hall of Famers Reggie Jackson and Ken Griffey Jr. as well as future Hall of Famers like Albert Pujols and others. Oh yeah… Barry Bonds was there too inflicting himself on everyone like a case of the mumps. He may be Willie Mays godson, but anyone with an ounce of objectivity knows the man is a low character cheat and should never be allowed near the Hall.

Now that I have gotten that off my chest, we’ll get on with the point of this post. I mentioned all of the people at the game. Do you want to guess who wasn’t at it? Me. Not only me, but anyone else who values their money. When the average price for a ticket to a major league game is $53 (still too high). the prices for this one ranged from $300 or higher (six times the average price). Are you kidding me?! Why not just say, ‘stick ’em up’ with every ticket sold. I know that this was a special event but come on… this was ridiculous. Baseball is supposed to be a game for everyone and not the well to do and special guests. For a lifelong baseball fan, such as myself, who grew up idolizing Cincinnati’s Big Red Machine of the 1970’s, this was a slap in the face. Need I remind everyone that we are not currently living in a Trump, but a Biden economy where inflation has made everything so expensive that people are spending hundreds for groceries and essentials. A ticket to a baseball game is hardly that. Baseball should appreciate the plight of others and react accordingly. By setting fixed ticket prices at affordable amounts, it would increase sales and win much needed goodwill with the public. Something to consider for next time now that the Major Leagues are considering holding more games at Rickwood. Hope to see you at the next one, whenever that is. At these prices, I know to start budgeting now.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.

I cannot believe I’m telling another bathroom tale but here we are and only twenty-four after yesterday’s rant. This one however does not involve the notorious Trenton “Shit Stain” Malloy but my wife the insidious Poops Ahoy. So, I know you are wondering what she did this time, well if you’ll shut up and listen, I’ll tell you. She grossed me out, that’s what.

This morning me, your hero was awakened to the sound of what I believed was a bear loudly growling in my wife’s bathroom. If you read yesterday’s posting, you’ll know we have separate ones and after this morning’s mishap I’m grateful for it. Anyway, hearing the sound of a growling bear frightened me into action. Looking for my wife I realized my beautiful, if still evil wife (read my previous post for details) was trapped inside the bathroom with a dangerous creature only to have her emerge seconds later sweating. Asking what happened it turned out, to my horror, that the growling I had heard from within the walls of her bathroom was her taking a “GROWLER.” But it doesn’t stop there, after informing me that she had just loudly crippled her toilet, she got a big shit eating grin (pun intended) on her face as if she had just done something to be proud of. Takes bathroom humor to a whole different level.

Oh, but it gets worse.

She then sweaty mess, from loudly birthing an enormous brown shark, demanded a kiss. Gross. Seeing my face and correctly guessing I was looking for an escape route said, “come on, it’s not like I have a turd hanging from my mouth.” Gives new meaning to talking dirty. Oh yeah, I’m one lucky guy. Needless to say, I had to kiss her because the ring on my finger dictates it.

My postings are usually longer but I’m going to wrap things up here. Two straight days of stories about the bathroom is enough. I’m hoping for something different tomorrow but when you are married to a woman like Poops Ahoy who can play a toilet bowl like a violin and allows movers to shit in mine, you just never know. By the time this marriage reaches our second anniversary I’m either going to have received a Purple Heart or be in intensive therapy.

Until next time, be good or be good at it.