Sunday, June 11, 2017

The old man is snoring

As I type this I am soaked. I could go and put on dry clothes, but I don't want you fuckers whining at me about where my dribble at or some shit.

The boat was cancelled for today, but not before I headed to the marina to do some minor chores and getting dumped on by a friggin' monsoon.

I almost died singing a Frank Turner song in my truck on the way home yesterday.

Next weekend I get to see my friend Charlie. It has been too long.

Then I get to see Kris in August. It has been too long.

I never get enough time with the people that matter the most.

Donald Trump's older sons look like he fucked the ass end of a ... Donald Trump.

I bet they're mouth breathers.

Who pick their noses and eat it when they think nobody is looking.

Nah, I'm sure they're sweet boys just like their dad.

Poor little Dexter is ascairt because of the thunder. His drugs will kick in soon.

I want his drugs.

I want pancakes.

I am going to make pancakes.

No, you cannot fucking have any. Make your own!

Titty sprinkles!

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