Thursday, January 12, 2017

OooohhhOoohhhhhhOh baby, please don't go

Last night I read a thing.

Today I have to read it (What Is Punk?) to children. Minus the part about the Sex Pistols. I have opinions about this. You can imagine. I also don't have children so my opinions are not exactly relevant.

Apparently, today is the day the Spanoses announce the move to LA.

Who cares? It's *just* a football team?

One of my favorite scenes in any movie is from Finding Neverland. 

Peter Llewelyn Davies: This is absurd. It's just a dog.
J.M. Barrie: Just a dog? *Just*?
[to Porthos]
J.M. Barrie: Porthos, don't listen!
[to Peter]
J.M. Barrie: Porthos dreams of being a bear, and you want to shatter those dreams by saying he's *just* a dog? What a horrible candle-snuffing word. That's like saying, "He can't climb that mountain, he's just a man", or "That's not a diamond, it's just a rock." Just.

From the moment I was born there was one constant in my life: my dad. From the time I can remember there was one other constant in my life: The San Diego Chargers.

When dad died, the Chargers became the last thing to thread through the entirety of my life. Now they're leaving town and probably changing their name.

They've been dragging this on for so long I am almost relieved they are leaving. But a part of me is always going to be sad they went and took a part of me with them.

Anyway, enough sad shit. Let's talk about Trump!

No, let's not. I said enough sad shit.

We elected a monkey dick. I hope you are proud, America.

Titty sprinkles!


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