I’ve been watching the replay of Timmy’s game I only saw online (thankfully) earlier.
What a crappy lineup. I think Timmy still has his stuff together for the most part. Panda should do more yoga.
Tomorrow I have to waste half a day on a quarterly management meeting where they let us know how much crap they think they’ve accomplished (so we can better understand their bloated salary) and clearly have not – and do this team building crap that annoys everyone (at least the people I chat with). I have shit to do at work and these are my taxes going to waste on these stupid PowerPoint presentations?!
I was really disturbed when I read about California’s education score. 41-st in the U.S. despite all of the taxes I pay for the breeders who create these things. 75% lack reading comprehension in the 4th grade.
WTF? I was reading the _Male Sexuality_ book you left on the coffee table at that age and was continually disturbed about the guy who put canned chili on his penis so the dog would lick it up. I was worried L would do it to Cino, but he never did.
A and J and I would go over that Male Sexuality book and be so thoroughly disgusted we never, ever wanted to have sex – particularly with a guy who makes his dog lick chili off of his penis.
So maybe reading comprehension isn’t such a good thing, but on the other hand I’m really scared of a future world full of uneducated morons. What exactly are we going to do with these people?
How is it that I pay more in taxes than I would in pretty much any other state and these kids seem to be less intelligent than Tanuki?
Maybe because their parents are idiots too?
It would be nice if Obama’s Health Care plan included free vasectomies.
This is my email address and I expect better customer service.
I'm trying to help the economy and create jobs in this POS country by buying crap made in and from the U.S.A.,
but I figure Katie et al. is either a bot or some person in a third world nation doing better than this disastrous country:
Thank you George W. Bush.
Thank you the Rethug asshat party from hell.
Thank you the Waltons and Walmart.
Thank you Koch Brothers.
Thank you for allowing us to be of service to you.
OK, I was in the mood for a different and new chocolate sorbet, so the guy-on-the-couch and I went to the completely overpriced gourmet store down the street. This complete asshole who struck me as an early retirement hedge fund manager hopped out of his goddamn Audi convertible high on fucking Viagra I’m probably paying for while he fucked this country.