Everyone has had terrible jobs. I once sold screen doors, door to door, (Never said door 3 times in a sentence before, that’s a first) but it beat pumping my dad for cash. But no matter how bad that job was it wasn’t as bad the poor guy digging ditches. It goes on and on like that.

Don’t like doing maintenance work, be glad you’re not the cafeteria lunch lady. Don’t like being her? Be glad you’re not the guy in the toll booth taking coins and being yelled at all day. Point is that a job pecking order does exist and everyone can look at someone else who has it a little bit worse and say: I’m glad I’m not him.

The only thing we can all agree on is that no matter what terrible job we may have, we’re glad we’re not the ones putting the little blue disks in the urinals. I shudder to think who it is they look down on.

Until next time, remember, there are more of us than there are of them. 😎🚬

I want to talk more about the profound effect the opening of the college football season had not only on me but I’m proud to say others as well.

The sight of packed stadiums felt like we were living in America again. The real America, not the dark exclusionary one that some are working so hard to create.

This weekend did not go unnoticed by them as critics slammed the mostly obedience maskless crowds. Even the worst villain of our time Dr. Anthony Fauci weighed in totell us he didn’t think it was smart.

No surprise. America returning to normal makes him irrelevant and we can’t have that.

It’s evident from the stadiums across the country this past weekend that America is ready to move on from Covid and the hysteria spreading fear mongers who have kept us divided and afraid.

Despite those who have legitimately lost their lives to Covid, there is something more important at stake…America itself. That we cannot lose, not to a virus and certainly not to a medical police state, nothing is more important than our liberties.

75% of adults have received at least one jab of the Coronavirus and millions more are naturally immune.

Yet they still wish to make everyone who has not mindlessly obeyed outcasts. We’re onto the evil twisted game the public sector has been playing with our lives.

We’ve endured 18 months of lockdowns, capacity restrictions, mask requirements, standing 6 feet apart, churches and school closings and businesses closures.

Earth to Joe.

Earth to Fauci.

Message to the corrupt misinformation spreading media.

WE’RE DONE.

America is trying to have fun again.

Until next time. Remember, there are more of us than there are of them. 🇺🇸

Today is Labor Day. That dreaded day  day where every woman in America, who’s a pregnasaurus goes into labor. How does that happen? Is it like when there periods sync up? Whatever causes it, today is the day when the population explodes and the lives of men across America are ruined for the next 18 years. Longer if the make the same mistake twice.

Some men, those who haven’t thought it out better, may find today a relief. Who can blame them after 9 months of morning sickness, increased sex drives and whining that they want their bellies rubbed. Anything would seem better after that. Right? Wrong. See the end of the previous paragraph.

There’s a lesson to be learned here men. If you don’t want to be in a delivery room being screamed at, “YOU DID THIS TO ME!” as if she had nothing to do with it. Or you don’t want to find yourselves outside in the waiting room wondering how this happened. The next time your woman comes onto you, tell her you have a headache.

Until next time. Keep your pants zipped. 😎🚬

I know I’ve been talking a lot about football lately, well brace yourself because I’m going to talk about it some more. It might be the last posting about it, or it might not, my blog, I’ll decide and you’ll like it. Or not.

Anyhoo…

This actually isn’t about the game but something before it. A celebration of freedom, something that has become what feels like a non-pervasive element in our society with people foolishly wearing obedience masks acting like it makes them better people when in fact it makes them look like fools afraid of oxygen. What I’m talking about happened yesterday, Camp Randall Stadium, Madison, Wisconsin, the Badgers vs Penn State. 80 thousand plus bouncing up and down to House of Pain’s, Jump Around. What a glorious sight.

It was great to see some semblance of normality return. Even the broadcasters were bouncing in excitement. This one day after seeing thousands going crazy to Enter Sandman (one of the greatest songs ever written) before the Virginia Tech vs North Carolina game. No obedience masks either. Seeing this gives me hope that the pendulum is starting to swing, logic will finally win out and that America has just about had it with the medical Mussolini Fauci and the rest pushing COVID hysteria. Football may be just the opening salvo to reclaiming our lives. Me, after yesterday and the happiness one song brought to all of those thousands, I’ve gone from liking House of Pain, to being a lifelong fan.

Jump around!

Jump around!

Jump around!

Jump up, jump up and get down!

😎🚬

No. Not some seasonal sale that gets a woman’s panties wet. It’s the official beginning of college football season. The wait is over, it starts today!

Now I know what you’re thinking…

Luscious Hooters.

Okay, didn’t see that coming. Should have but I didn’t. No, I mean what you should have been thinking, if your mind wasn’t in the gutter, (perverts) that I only posted on this same subject a couple of days ago. Well that was then and this now.

I’ll admit to being excited as hell to see the fans back in the stands and most of them not wearing obedience masks. The one’s who are: Stop being afraid of oxygen!

Moving on.

It just feels right to see people back and the excitement return. Got my snacks, got some beer, got my stuffed mascot elephant Al. I’m set. 2:30 can’t get here fast enough. Have America, you could use a break.

Until next time. Try and enjoy the daylight. 😎🚬

OH! I almost forgot.

ROLL TIDE!!

Sometimes you just have to stop and enjoy the simple pleasures. Smell the roses? Sure if you have some. To each his own. Some may enjoy sitting in the park. If you’re Poops Ahoy, it’s take a ten pound toilet disabling dump. Me, it’s about taking a drive, which is what I did yesterday.

Having been inside working all day, I decided to go out and buy some note pads. Didn’t need them but decided to get them anyway. I wasn’t even on the main road before I realized that it wasn’t about purchasing an item I hardly needed but about just getting out. Yes, I bought the legal pads, twelve of them in fact, once I’d justified that to myself, I kept driving, straight past where I live, then over twenty miles to the nearest town. It was nothing I haven’t seen before but it was a change of scenery. You know the feeling, there are just times when you have to get out. It makes all the difference in the world.

Until next time, try and enjoy the sunlight. 😎🚬

Its officially September and you know what that means. That’s right, FOOTBALL SEASON IS HERE! Time to dust off those jerseys and paint your face your teams colors (if you’re that extreme) and cheer until your throats are sore guys.

Why?

Because football season is also unofficially called “Ignore your woman for the next 4 months season.”

She wants you to mow the lawn.

“I will AFTER the game.”

But by then it’s too dark.

She wants you to go shopping.

“Can’t. The games about to come on.”

And the most dreaded of all.

“Cuddles!” 😖

The word that frightens all men to their core. But not to worry. The game is on so you can just ignore her. Secret is to not even grunt in acknowledgement. Eventually she’ll get the message and leave you alone. Helpful tip, there’s strength in numbers so invite a lot of friends over on game day. The more the merrier.

Enjoy the next 4 months guys, give your brains a rest, you’ve earned it but it passes quickly and soon you’ll back to having think of clever excuses to say one step ahead of her. Use the time productively to think of some. No use waiting until the last minute.

Until next time, try and enjoy the daylight. 😎🚬

Hey everyone, it’s been sometime. I’m just stopping in to say hello September and goodbye to my least favorite month of August. Yes, my baby came to visit my last month so I’m going to give it some leeway. That’s over now because September means Fall is just around the corner.

So how has September started.

Answer?

Pretty good. The rain has stopped the weather is cooler, funny the difference one day can make. Football season is less that a week away, ROLL TIDE! and best of all, my shithead neighbor who I would not wish on Vladimir Putin, finally crossed the line and is getting his ass evicted. Good things come to those who wait. I’m so used to the chaos that I don’t know what I’ll do without it. But I can’t wait to find out.

Anyway, got to run. See you tomorrow. I promise. Until then, try and enjoy the daylight. 😎🚬

Hello everybody, it’s been awhile. This post will be short.

Just a question.

Can anybody name a time in history where the side demanding papers to move freely in society, segregation, censorship, propaganda, radical education and government forces going to every door to demand compliance were the good guys?

I’ll wait…

Today July 3rd is the birthday of my Mama, Sandra Armstrong. She would have been 74 today. I think of her everyday, both the good times and the bad. My life seems so much less bright with her gone. Every birthday and Christmas are empty without her. I love you deeply Mama and will see you again someday.

I love you and miss you always.