Colombia partially decriminalizes abortion.

You know I am actually OK with that.

IF the original law drawn up was made by women and voted on by women only.

Men don’t have a stake in the game.

Our own Supreme Court is a ridiculous example of men dictating legislation about women’s physiological processes.

While all eyes are on the Ukraine, North Korea is sitting there, twiddling their thumbs and looking skyward, as they just finished their ninth missile launch test.


In two months.

I saw a storyline showing an insect, smaller than a thumb with the caption “If you see this bug, you have a problem.”

Guess what?

Granted, it is a pretty ugly looking son-of-a-bitch, but I like my chances.

The bug has a problem.

Here’s a little tale from my Vegas years:

I went to shoot pool at Friendly Fergie’s Saloon on Sahara Avenue. From what very little I can remember from that night, I know that I ended up with a carful of people, none of whom I recall meeting that night.

Everyone of us was FUBAR.

We were on The Strip heading south around the MGM Grand and evidently we were doing hard drugs because the casino lights absolutely mesmerized us. We had to get closer to the lights and we were getting hypnotized by the pink and orange lights at The Flamingo Hotel and Casino.

I actually parked the car on The Strip, Las Vegas Blvd.

There was no one behind me when the five of us jumped out of the car and started walking toward the lights.

The two girls started talking about the car. They couldn’t get three consecutive words out without breaking up.

It was infectious.

I could not get the smile off my face.

I was shiny.

I won eight-hundred bucks when I hit a Keno ticket while I was playing video poker at the bar.

I finally recognized my roommate as he tripped down the stairs into the Grand Casino.

He was chatting with the giggly girls and after a few minutes, he approached me, laughing and shaking his head.

“Are you serious?” he questioned.

“Mark, you can’t just park your car and leave it there. It’s only the busiest street in the world.”

What the hell are you going to do?, he asked. The cops have towed it away by now. They have the registration, address, you are fucked my friend.”

“Relax, little brother. It’s not my car.”

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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