Good Jerb Panama! y Otra Miscellany

Holy shitsnacks, do we ever need MOAR meaningful footy in our lives.  As y’all know, I hold a certain disdain for the Golden Shower Cup.  Yet I still appreciate how the assdick USMNT lost in the semis to…like, maybe the 8th best Van Halen single?

Either Canalz FC or Mexico will now win the aforementioned Shower.  I care not which, so long as it ain’t E.E.U.U. and its cringeworthy “ultras.”  Epitomized by Alexi Lalas, who should be shoved inside an active volcano.

As I write this, Hippo has just concluded an epic battle with a “fast” housefly.  Those of you who similarly detest vermin know what I mean.  They anticipate your moves, refuse to sit still and/or just “go to the light.”  Took like an hoUr of effoUrt, but the motherfucker is ded in my trashcan.  WHERE HE BELONGS.  Fucking asshole.

Four hours of late Friday afternoon heavy thunderstorms?  #HippoHeaven, especially if the pending catnap is joined in by one or both cats.  Kruger currently wants to go out, and is mad at me.  Well, tough shit.

Everton managed a 2-1 win over sommet called Stade Nyonnais to start our pre-season.  17th is probably the Toffees absolute ceiling.  Squad is so poor (and finances equally so) that I feel a little bad for #DoucheStrong.  But Ayo is still Bastard Man.