You Know I Can’t Help Myself

I won’t jump on board the internet bandwagon about more idiots spawned from Satan’s concubines and the obvious lack of class and intelligence they displayed in Yellowstone National Park as they encroached on a bison and thought (if that word could ever be associated with these douchebag dumbasses) it would be cute to do so.

If ever there was a case FOR abortion.

But I choose not to let my emotions show on this touchy subject for fear I might say or write something negative.

At long last, the two Pillars of Mayhem are scheduled to meet soon. Our boy, the little bald lawn gnome Pooty-Poot-Putin and that over-the-top crazy bastard Kim Jong-un from North Korea are getting together for a slumber party. I wonder if they will freeze each others’ bras, smoke ciggies, and talk about hunks?

Now, to begin with, this is not funny.

But it made me laugh.

A (suspected) drunk driver accidentally called the cops on himself when he called 911 on a driver going the wrong way.

Turns out HE was the driver going the wrong way!

As bad as I was, my biggest faux pas was driving into the back of a police car on New Year’s Eve.

In my defense, it was a stormy, snowy, and windy night so visibility was less than zero.

So I slowed down to 45 (the legal speed limit) and then BAM!

He didn’t have any lights on his ALL-WHITE police car.

I had everything going my way: I had slowed down and was not speeding, the police car was actually WRONGLY PARKED on the street (and not on the shoulder, and for once, it wasn’t my fault.

Except I blew a 3.91 on the breathalyzer.

Back then, I was able to buy my way out of my trouble and I am forever grateful to God I never hurt anyone (except myself), but that was my last DUI, some 33 years ago.

The L.A. Times is reporting that a “confidential U.N. watchdog report” says that Iran is slowing down their Uranium-enrichment production.

Somehow, I just don’t feel any safer today than I did yesterday.

People, with so many tourist-friendly destinations to visit, why even bother with Mexico anymore?

And I’m a Mexican!

Used to be, no matter what the political climate or how bad the cartel stories were, you could always count on the sanctity of the big money-making hotels and resorts. Word was, many of the cartels offered their protection to these properties.

Now, even that is gone.

You don’t even have to be a wealthy American to qualify as a kidnapping victim; just an American.

The president of Spain’s women’s governing soccer body is refusing to resign over the obviously-unwanted kiss he laid on a female player. He should go with the best defense of all: he’s a horny Spaniard.

He won’t get many objections from the Europeans.

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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