OK. Not to sound too maudlin, but this will be my father's fifth dead Christmas. He went out in the spring of '15.
I like flowers.
(I'm not gay, you're gay)
((not that there's anything wrong with that))
But every year we go and visit his (and other dead folks') graves and put
As some of you already know, I have been growing hot peppers for the past several years. Some of you have "benefited" from my harvest. This year alone I've mailed out over 10 lbs of hot peppers (as well as some seeds). I still have about 3 lbs ripening and
I don't have anything meaningful to say today. I'd like to think of something to write about. But here we are less than an hour before post time and I got absolutely nothing.
I ate too much yesterday.
I plan to drink too much tonight.
Christmas tree and other assorted decorational shit has
I bet you thought I'd forgotten about this little series. Well, "series" might be pushing it considering that this is only the third installment and it's been nearly a year since the first and second installments. And considering it's been that long you, dear reader, have probably forgotten anyway.
Interior, Patriots training facility, Gillette Stadium - a luxury suite
Bill Belichick: grumble grumble Okay, it's 15 minutes to 10:00. Time to start the meeting. grumble grumble
Tom Brady: You know it, coach! I can't wait to learn something new today!
Cody Kessler: Mr. Brady? Do you think me & Stidham could attend this
Yeah, it's been a while. But you remember. This is one of those weeks where I can't think of anything else so I choose one (or more) musical artists to feature. Generally, their musical accolades are debatable...at best.
But not their sexy. That is unimpeachable. Kinda like someone else I know.
Welcome back everyone. Just like Guns N' Roses released Use Your Illusion 1 and 2 in the same year, I'm going for back to back infusion drinks. Thanks to a generous donation of ghost peppers from The Wee Baby Seamus, I was able to concoct my very own Ghost Pepper
Leaves have been falling here for a coupla months now. I've kept up with them, at least to a degree, up until now. But frankly it's still been rather warm and I've come to dislike yardwork when I have to sweat to do it. This week it has turned considerably
As I have done this on multiple occasions now it has been brought to my attention that most tales I weave are from a dark scary corner in Hell where I dwell, so, what's wrong with that?
How about a completely new side from your old Taj Bone'r?
Let's try something happier.
Last night as I was driving home, I noticed multiple hordes of hooligans roaming the street and looking for trouble it seemed. They were in disguise so as not to be identified. It was a scene right out of "A Clockwork Orange ".
I watched as they systematically went door to
INTERIOR, EL SANTO, MIAMI, FLORIDA
The man walked into the dimly lit room uneasily. He didn't go out much anymore, specially not to places like this. He had to go, though. He didn't have a choice
He headed to the bar by the green wall, as he was
It was a Wednesday. Or maybe a Thursday. When you reach my age they all pretty much run together until the weekend, and then those days go by faster than anything your prostate has a say in and you're back in the workweek before you know it. No, all I