I used an old e-mail I set up for Mrs to get 10 percent off at the NFL shop and while I was at it I posted on her old blog. Mention was made of the will. The will is only worth a shit if we die today. If we live to 80 we won't have a pot to piss in. Right? That's the American way.
Why the fuck do people always tell you how busy they are with their job and of course shuttling their offspring to soccer, band practice and underwater basket weaving? I don't care. Fuck you, I'm going to count how many Metro Transit buses go down 42nd Street between the hours of 10 and 2.
I rode my bike 12 miles today and 12 yesterday and nobody including me gives a shit.
What if I don't applaud a woman who's 8 and a half months pregnant for riding a bike on a 15 degree morning?
Oh sure, tomboy girls are swell but give me a nice girl with at least 30 pairs of shoes.
Look at that dog! What a magnificent beast. Gotta go. Bus just went by, Fucky McFuck Fuck.
2 comments:
Ray, you are quite the McFucking wordsmith. Your posts "always" make me smile and laugh. Not that you really give a shit if you've made me smile and laugh.
This was my moment of zen on an otherwise shitty day.
Signed,
Fuckstick
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