The Potty Prostitute

Summer is over, vacations have ended and our youth are back in school which tacks another 11.375 minutes on to my daily commute. By my calculations, that's 47 days spent maneuvering around the big-ass metal Twinkie on wheels that hauls around these little shit heads until I retire. Before I get into the main stupid... Continue Reading →

Beer Flight Fail

I took Ingrid, or should I say she took me (score!), out for a couple brews. We chose a local brewery that apparently glues down their Beer Flight glasses. We didn't have the heart to tell him. Figured it would be easier for us if he found out through Social Media.

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