The Final Frontier.
Here-tell of a company that plans to open a space hotel by the year 2025.
Just that thought puts me in orbit!
Sparking up a fatty of some galactic superweed and looking out your bedroom window….at Earth.
That would not suck.
If it ever became reasonable to do so, I would go into space in a heartbeat.
Karen not so much.
They will have Michelin-starred chefs preparing their meals. I hear the restaurant food is great, but there is no atmosphere. (I’ve still got it).
Enough with the stories of animals so horribly abused and neglected by sub-humans. I get so pissed and vengeful on these idiots, that I really don’t like the person I become when I am in that state.
Never mind that the end of the story sees these precious animals saved and loved by yet another hero.
I never get that far because I am too mad.
It is not good to be a slave to your emotions like that.
And why is China acting like the fat bully in the playground all of a sudden?
Enough with the threats. Either “re-integrate” Taiwan back into the fold, or shut the fuck up already.
Me, the one who gives shit to gamers, and that whole multi-billion dollar business, has started playing a game.
It is an online golf game and I am hooked. It is WGT.com and do not start unless you plan on getting hooked and playing with people from all over the world. Just saying that is pretty trippy.
I am constantly being admonished by the Domestic Depot to unplug, but I enjoy playing against people from all over.
The supply delays are alive and well, thank you very much. As we await the erection of our 8-ft. privacy fence for the back yard, I am getting anxious.
I still haven’t settled on a jacuzzi just yet. I guess I need to do more research on maintenance, and draining it.
All of a sudden, everywhere I look, I see red.
As in Liverpool Football Club, the old LFC. Forget a treble, they are still in the running to win a quadruple this year.
The sports betting world is still reeling from the Derby and the 80-1 longshot Rich Strike sprinting to the finish past the favorites. If there is anything American sports men and women enjoy, it is an underdog.
Ask Sylvester Stallone.
Maddogg’s birthday is in two days and Karen is taking me out to a nice dinner where I can pig out on prime rib.
I better start practicing for my upcoming gigs on the 20th and 26th of May.
With any luck, our fence will be installed by then.
I hope all the mothers of the world took a moment for Mother’s Day; you deserve it.
As summer approaches, stay safe and try to avoid large groups of people.
This from the man who just purchased fifth-row tickets to Hank Williams, Jr. and Ashley McBride.