An English football club just won the insanely-difficult treble; they won the Premier League, the FA Cup, and now, the crowning Champions’ League.
At least a Manchester team won, just not my Manchester team.
Maybe next year for my Red Devils. I always swear off even looking at the website, but inevitably have to find out who will be added and subtracted to the squad.
- In a real-life version of Goldie Hawn in the movie Private Benjamin
- (Judy Benjamin : I think they sent me to the wrong place.
Capt. Doreen Lewis : Uh-huh.
Judy Benjamin : See, I did join the army, but I joined a *different* army. I joined the one with the condos and the private rooms.
A Tik-Tokker is complaining that she was “tricked” into her military service by a deceitful recruiter.
Let’s see. The recruiter may or may NOT even be active or ex-military.
They are paid employees who are paid a fee for each recruit they get to join the military.
Hmmm.
I had to just not click on the clickbait for once. Something about two people harassing a wild animal. I refuse to write that these are putrid pieces of shit that deserve to have their nuts whacked off so their own idiocy ends when they do. My hopes are always with the wild animals as in ending the life of an intruder.
Come on, just act like you are a normal, scared American citizen sitting in your living room ready to shoot at the first sound you hear.
Like that.
When I was learning the ropes in French kitchens, seventeen hour days were not uncommon. But this is the resort food industry; seventeen hour shifts are often nineteen-hour shifts, and inevitably, you would sit there, fresh out of a hot shower listening to some great music, and then comes THE DECISION.
You know which one.
Do I smoke a bowl of heavy Indica and try to catch three hours of sleep, OR do I kill the eight-ball I was saving and power on through?
Razor blade and mirror, please.
But what goes up……
That was also when I was a YOUNG man.
Can’t even imagine now; def could not hang. I am still training myself to be able to stand up on stage for our gigs when we premiere our band next month. I know it is my foolish macho Mexican male pride bullshit, but I can’t sit down and play rock and roll.
C’est impossible.
Here’s another fun blurb: Kamala Harris is Starting to Scare Everyone.
Babe.
Waaaay ahead of ya.
JoJo still rumblin’, bumblin’, and stumblin’.
He’s old.
Give me another candidate to get behind, just not Trump. I have already seen what a dumbass he is and what a shitty job he did the first time around. Give me a different egomaniac who is solely in politics to serve himself and his “brand.”
I’ll even take that little wannabe from Florida; I think he is a few more years away from being really dangerous.
Stay well.
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