Only you can decide if its a bad idea. For me, if I saw my wife cum from another person, or make any of the happy sounds I get to make her make from someone else, I couldn’t handle it. But that’s me.

My autocorrect/word suggestion box is white with a slightly less white font.

It’s all roots music. Blue grass, outlaw country, folk, metal, reggae, lots of pop, the first 2 iterations of ska, list goes on. It’s all based on the same formula. Im not saying thats a bad thing, I dig roots music. It’s simple, groovy, infectious, and gets you moving.

It’s an old pop culture reference, nothing more. I’m teasing people that think there’s some value in up/down votes here or that posting then deleting things has some sort of tangible effect.

https://youtu.be/47-o5iE6FM4

Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory.

…till mom says come home for dinner and it’s liver again.

Anyone else here read Sister, Maiden, Monster?

I’m not sure if believe in a “meaning” to life, but I’m here for a good time. I’m married (2nd time) with 3 kids. I work to support us and pay the bills. But why do I keep living? Why not kill myself in leiu having a cup of coffee? Because death is inevitable and if it’s going to happen anyway, I can use the brief time here to experience all that I can.

I figure the Universe is going to go on with or without me and there’s not a thing I can do to change anything. But I’m not here to change the Universe, I’m here so it can change me. I’m a bird soaring through an infinite void with a brief passing through a bright window. Why not appreciate the view while it lasts? And if I can, why not try to make anyone’s else’s brief time out of the void a good time too? Life is absurd, existence is chaos, and it’s all just funny as absolute shit.

I think really, there’s no reason for anything but ice cream is good, hikes in the woods are rad, hanging out with pets and friends is joy. Why stop doing that just because nothing matters?

Ha! You’re not wrong there. But really, you’ll only be out a scoop of ice cream and a tea spoon of evoo. I like it, my wife does not. I don’t like it enough to do a whole bowl of it, but it does make a good sometimes-treat.

When who ever is wearing them doesn’t look cool. And a lot of looking cool is giving zero fucks about other people’s opinion of ripped jeans.

Yeah, really. Give it a shot. Just try a little, maybe one scoop of ice cream, a little drizzle of evoo, and just sprinkle with salt (kosher is best but any will do). It makes it savory. You gotta try a couple of bites though, at least two (this is a rule I try to stick to, sometimes it takes a sec for your taste buds to figure out wtf is going on). If you hate it, you can wash the flavor out with a fresh bowl of ice cream.

On the list- Record podcast with some friends, fix a kitchen drawer and adjust some doors, mow my lawn, laundry. So far I’ve done everything but the mowing. And at this point I have zero intention of doing it. Partly because it’s time to eat jelly beans and watch YouTube but mostly because I’d have to finish cleaning the trash out of my yard I started cleaning yesterday. The excuse for not doing that is trash doesn’t get picked up till Thursday.

Vanilla ice cream with good quality evoo and kosher salt.

I have no idea who that is but I’m going right now to find out.

Still one of the greatest live acts around.

Such Great Heights covered by Streetlight Manifesto. This is one of the songs that makes me think about how much I love my wife.

There’s a waiter at my IHOP that “knows” I like hashbrowns with my omelet and never gives me a chance to change it up to pancakes.

Wow, you’re almost as old as my mom.

Your social security number is your account balance. How much do you have?

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