Because I have a “thing” about having those little floor-crunchies on my feet. Floating flooring is nice, but every little thing lays right on top of it… So instead of constantly dusting the bottoms of my feet off on my calves, I just throw on some house shoes. Freshly cleaned floors excepted.
Wide range, there. I love it!
Hahaaaa!! Fuck, I didn’t catch that shit!! Too fuckin funny to edit… Touche, s0x…
I’ve never typed Panera… Yet my dictionary has that shit over Pantera… This world has gone to shit… Fuck em all.
Gotta be Moonlight Sonata…
Maybe the Live 101 Proof version of Panera’s “War Nerve”
Or Freebird, maybe?
Stubborn Love or Angela, by the Lumineers?
Fuck… Depends on the day, but I’ll always go back to Moonlight…
Kuntz. Yep, said like That… As in Rusty Kuntz. Best baseball name in history:
That’s true… And what I was (jokingly) referencing…
But, my Dad’s mother, my Granny…
She was a natural Lefty…
And musically inclined…
Her Daddy slacked the strings on the family guitar before he left for work…
She figured out how to tune that instrument…
Those in her church, later, made fun of her for playing backwards chords, because she was a lefty. .
She learned to play the other way, too… And she taught me both…
There’s so many sides and nuances to every thought in our lives…
It was a harmless joke, but it has roots in my reality…
This shit is so often much deeper than we think…
You made a fuckin hell of a statement, but it’s without context or understanding…
I was just making an off-handed joke…
There is a fucking shitload of lefties in baseball… Because it fucks with the righties when they’re batting…
Baseball?
That’s a damn good one…
That’s exactly what a fuckin boozer would say, also.
Although… I’ve been drinking since about October o’clock… so, what the fuck would I know about it, anyways.
(I say: they can stop anytime you want me to.)
Cheers!
Well… the conservatives used be “Staunch Democrats…” until the Nixon thing… I think every American knows that racism, and racists, severely flared-up when they felt like they had a kindred representative in Trump.
Merry Axemas from '97. Vai, Satch, Eric Johnson, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Jeff Beck, &c… I think there were a couple later ones, too. I just remember having the first one. It’s pretty decent, though.
Catching a fish. Even seeing someone else catch a fish, especially kids catching fish. There’s nothing else quite like it. Pure excitement and joy.
Walked through a room… . Then slowly dragged through a bubbling pot of piss for 1976sec. Then beat-off-over for six rounds by well hung studs (for flavor and commitment) then shat through a bald eagle with a hawk skawk. Served on an olive tree plank with sturgeon caviar… And wrapped in a kevlar and leaded jacket?
Fuck you wondering about? It’s American breakfast!
And has realized that she left nothing behind… Other than compliance to Her Man…
Some like it like that, eh?
Baby, I feel like I been cat-grooming a fuckin Snatchsquatch. I got hot towels, a basin of hot water, clippers and a razor. Spread em. I’m killing that fuckin thing.
Mmmhmm… tell it, lard…
Also Sprach Zarathustra. (Thus Spake Zarathustra) very overused, but one of the greatest pieces of music in all of history.
You damn right. Well, almost… Tolerance is the lesson.
The war on drugs took the crack dealer off the corner, but built a pharmacy and a pain clinic where he used to hang out.
Your sweet ass has about the same integrity as all the other bullshit I see (and sometimes even read) every motherfuckin day on this Internet we find one another on… Source verified as original by way of alcohol.
Nice fuckin job, eh…