There are expectations and then there are expectations.
What do you expect to happen when you run from a police officer after being warned not to?
What do you expect to happen when you make a sudden movement after being ordered to show your hands in a traffic stop?
I expect you end up as another statistic on the police blotter.
What are your expectations for yourself?
Life has a tendency to mould our thoughts and temper, rearrange, or discount entirely our self-expectations.
I never had any expectations for myself.
I just wanted to be happy, and whatever that entailed, I wanted to do it.
Talk about pissing your parents off.
I don’t want to jinx anything, but I am so happy in my little southern Ohio town, I call it my own little Mayberry.
Keep on screwing with Disney DeDumbass. You just lost out on another potential billion-dollar influx to your state’s economy, but because you are a Nazi wannabe you don’t give a shit. Drop your ridiculous joke of a campaign and be done with it; cut your losses and stay there as king of the scared idiots in your state.
The Italian police took a billion dollars worth of cocaine off the streets.
That’s billion with a “b.”
I am so far removed from my own cocaine rampage through Las Vegas, but I certainly did not quit using the drug because I didn’t like the smell.
If you think about it in the abstract, I was performing the concepts and laws of Physics from my old high school teacher Mr. Porter at Ventura High School. What goes up (cocaine) must come down (Quaaludes).
Except he didn’t quite put it like that.
Oh good.
My boy Christie keeps needling his boy Trump and you know everyone around him is telling him to ignore it and don’t even respond, but you know he is simmering. It is down in the gutter.
Trump territory.
Ask Hillary.
He kicked her ass in the presidential election, of course, he only had to overcome the most mis-managed campaign in history to do that. All she had to do when Trump started firing shots was shut the fuck up. But no, she got down there with him and he cleaned her out.
Game over.
I just think Hillary was just a bit too comfortable operating within the misogyny of the “old boys network.”
Opportunity wasted.
I’m not hearing a whole lot about the effectiveness of the Ukrainian counteroffensive. It does not appear to be bearing the fruit they expected.
Glad to see Harry Maguire leave my Manchester United Reds. He reminds me of that song sung by Olive Oyl (Shelly Duvall) about Brutus in the movie Popeye starring the awesome Robin Williams, “He’s Large”.
Couldn’t run.
Couldn’t dribble.
Couldn’t jump.
Couldn’t pass the ball.
But HE’S LARGE!
So Mike Pence’s love affair with Trump is back on as the dumbass is changing his stance on the criminality of his idol’s behavior on January 6th.
Need a handkerchief to get that brown off you nose there Mikey?
Listeria sounds like an 80’s metal band, but it kills two-hundred and sixty people every year. It is a bacterial infection waiting to happen. Unlike prepared and preserved foods, you can get if from gloves, slicers, hands, and other surfaces in the course of slicing meats and cheeses. Temperatures must also be in range to avoid spoilage and prevent providing a breeding ground for bacteria.
