“shiplap” /puke

Being worth $150 million instead of a rumored $300 million is the kind of “financial troubles” I am ready to stand in line for.

Man, I hope that’s not true. End stage back in the day was HORRIFIC. I mean, people on meds do die, even now, but untreated? Horror show.

A co-worker’s brother is a tile guy, and he walked off a job for one of these shows, I think it’s the “inspirational” one where they re-do a house for a wounded vet or a family with 18 foster kids or whatever. Anyway, apparently there was so much pressure to do a half-assed cheap job, he quit halfway through.

I once told a Macy’s salesperson, sorry I’m too fat to shop in your store, and left my several hundred dollars worth of merch on the counter in front of her snotty ass after a snotty remark. Do you suppose it’s a managerial edict to get the fatties out of store (and don’t come back!) or just a moron?

“Mad Magazine Theater” was gold though. Still can’t find it anywhere in the tubes.

Euwwwwwwwwwww

When I have to pee in the middle of the night, sometimes I dream that I’m in some public place looking for a bathroom, but when I find one all the toilets are so disgusting I can’t use them. Then I wake up.

Or, they bought this snake oil at a seminar from some douchelord.

Same, with a 71 Chevelle. I regret nothing!

I heard she later hooked up with one of the high fivin’ white guys.

The first new car I ever bought in my life, which I bought in my late 40's (a Scion xA, and this probably helps to explain why that brand is no more), was babied to a ridiculous degree. At eight years of age it was in perfect condition, less than 60K miles. I got one look at the FR-S and decided it was time for a…

What matters is the face.

Yup. I finished high school in 1980 and so should have been enjoying the next ten years with a variety of dudes. Instead I spent a good chunk of them terrified. The not knowing was the worst. And it went on and on. I recently re-read The Band Played On and it infuriated me and broke my heart, as it always does. We…

I check the schedule at the Buck Owens Crystal Palace (in Bakersfield and fab) pretty frequently, and I saw he was playing a show there, I think a month back or so. You know, good for him.

Me too. And burn it just a little bit.

A friend of mine worked thirty years on the night shift in a foundry in order to support, as a single father, five children. It was hot, loud, dangerous and miserable, and he hated it. But it was stable and came with medical insurance. THAT’s a man, THAT’s a father.

Wasn’t he the son in the “Count of Monte Cristo” remake of at LEAST ten years ago? how old a dude is he?