Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Aug 31, nay, Aug 30, 2017

I keep thinking there cannot possibly be people dumb enough to believe B-Rock was POTUS during Katrina, right? I mean, that whole thing about people tweeting he was golfing was a comedy thing.

Right?

You're telling me that there are people that stupid running around holding down jobs and voting?

This is why I want to leave the country when TGB retires.

It's supposed to be sunny again. In ten days. And you think Houston has it rough.

Mexico is not sending their best. Oh wait, that's precisely what they are doing. Again. This time Fuckface d'Orange has refused their help.

I've been writing a story, one that I will get back to after this dribble, that is my least favorite thing I have ever written. Not because it sucks as a story but, it just fucking sucks to write. To unload the parts of me that go into making the story and having to re-examine that shit is fucking brutal.

But, it's a story I've wanted to tell for years. Maybe I will share it when it is done. Maybe.

Maybe I'll post it under a pseudonym.

Seriously though, I think we may need to reconsider this whole living on the gulf coast thing when she retires.

As much as this is the bible belt, God sure loves to fuck with these people.

Maybe we should take the hint.

A friend who was relatively new to the dribble once asked, why titty sprinkles?

I love titties. I love sprinkles.

I have to go now.

Titty sprinkles!