This should have been a Literary corner entry but you are a bunch of lazy asses and not going to read six (and counting!) books.
So Sunrise Projector to get the day underway.
I miss you magnificent bastards.
OK, so I realize that I have big shoes to fill because I loved Freeman’s suggestion.
So before the question, a little about me. I’m a nerd. My screen name is my nickname when I was younger and Prime, after Optimus. I taught myself how to read when I was four or five from the old checklists that came with Tramsformers back in the 80's, as I knew how to say all their names and could match the letters…
Feed the cat
As the rich cultural tradition of bitching about your family around thanksgiving goes, I feel like I should chime in with my story. Specifically, the In-Laws. My wife, God bless her, comes from a really fucking weird and fucked up family that we’ll delve into here. And please, feel free to run away screaming, as…
So I play indoor soccer on Thursday nights, and I finally convinced/coerced a buddy that I played with in college to come out. He’s awesome, so that’s a nice plus, but the guy is like a younger, skinnier, nerdier me. My wife was terrified of the trouble we would cause before we left the house.
I have to share this story with you degenerates.
I'm a naturally outgoing fellow, always have been and probably will be for the foreseeable future. When I was a young pup, I would get scolded for saying hi to the neighbors from inside the house, behind curtains and screens and possibly/probably closed windows as well. It was nature.
Are you content?
Take a deep breath. You've done this a thousand times before. This time is no different.
An ACL and you: Or, Fuck that, don’t tear that thing.