I already warned you in the title but I’ll do it again. This is a total rant. If you are not into reading what grinds someone’s gears then go look at something like this. For those of you who are still here, read on. Also, for those of you who went to that link and came back angry, baffled, or just slightly annoyed; sorry not sorry. I welcome you back anyway. This rant is about the jizz waffles that stop…
Don’t you hate it when someone reposts an old post? Yeah, me too. Oh, guess what? I’m reposting an old post. You hate me now don’t you? Well, Slightly Dickish, isn’t in my tag line as filler. I originally posted this story as a note on my Facebook page before I started this blog. Then after I started this blog I was like “What the hell do I post now?” So I copied some of my FB notes and published them here as…
I’ve been on an extended work trip to southern Mississippi and before I came down I was a little bummed. It is an excellent time of the year for hiking in the Virginia mountains and I am missing it! But a few weekends ago I decided to stop pouting and look around. You know what I found? Mississippi is beautiful in its own right. This place took a hard hit from Katrina but they have done a great job of rebuilding….
This is really a retarded story. I don’t know why I am telling it. It’s just been stuck in my head this week because something (I think it might be the below commercial) reminded me of it. I was around 9 or so and in this particular case (there were others) my forbidden item was not quite as destructive as the ones in this commercial. They were a pair of moccasins, or what my child brain considered to be moccasins. Pictures might…
A couple years ago I tore the retina in my left eye. It’s a whole thing that really doesn’t have a humorous note. Unless you count the fact that after the surgery I was required to stare at my feet for six weeks and had to sit in one of those massage chairs and drink my beer from a straw because I couldn’t tilt my head back. I’m counting that. In the year after the initial surgery I had to have…
For the backstory on this series of posts see here. You wake up with a nameless feeling of dread in your gut, but you can’t figure out what it is. Write down everything that could possibly happen during the day that could be something for you to dread. Wow. Talk about a container full of annelids that’s about to be unlocked (see here for translation). Going to just totally spitball these off the top of my head: My social awkwardness could…