Yeah, I’m gonna pack it up, for the time being. Not that the world doesn’t still need bitching about, and being laughed at. Nosiree! But, between my time input, and my self-assessed value in these things, I want to take a vacay for a while. So, let me get on with this:
I have to say it: Dallas, you’re a little bitch. You may be my birthplace. You may be my mother’s home, as well as home to other family and friends. But, you are a still a suck-ass, p.o.s., p.i.t.a., petty tyrant haven, boil-on-the-ass-of-America. Yes, there are worse places—I don’t want to live there, either.
I’ll admit that the phrase “Drive-thru pole dance” is intriguing. Of course, this aspect has been covered (ahem) on this site before. But, “hand sanitizer wrestling”??
So…Swing and a hit? It’s the delicate dance of couple-hood, or, something.
Whoopsie! Personally, I am not in the camp of, “they’re gonna learn it sometime; might as well be…” I am also very happy this isn’t something I have to contend with.
From the Truth in Advertising department…“Free State Province”? Really?
I mean, if you’re gonna keep poking the bear, dude. I bet Ed is SO disappointed (I sort of doubt anyone gets the joke).
Hey, we could all use some good ne–Oh. Watch this be a legit ‘Greatest Invention Since Sliced Bread’ thing…
Insert Taco Bell recipe joke of your choosing. Someone in her household has done time, I would wager.
Alright, Lone Star State—time to get back to work. To help this happen, I’ll be getting a haircut before this post goes up. Think I may rock a mohawk….
I guess that wraps it up for a while, at least. No need to get sentimental, or anything. If anyone wants to jump in with their own late-night postings, please feel free to get that set up. I will, most likely, be back at some point soon. I hope everyone is starting to get out and live a fruitful and fulfilling life again. You know—F Karens and make money. Hope to see more of you over on the video chats, as long as they are a thing. Peace!