So I’m riding home in my own merry world ignoring the kids making fun of my new knickers when a rock smacks the pavement a foot from me. WTF?
A 1st grader and a 4th grader are having rock fight. Again WTF? If I didn’t have a kid and my wife wasn’t a teacher I likely would have ignored that shit and kept riding. Nope, I went to the 1st grader and said, “Here, let me show you how to light that mother fucker up like a pinball machine”. Kids.
The surgeon was talking about spurting cysts and blood while she was slicing and dicing. I remarked about her wonderful bedside manner and she apologized thinking I was being facetious. I wasn’t – that shit was entertaining.In other news our attempt at resurrecting our OP team from 2 years ago has fallen to shit. Denver won’t fly in. Bush pusher went solo. I proposed to donkey boy that we go duo, team “Screw you Harry!” We’ll see.