I find it really doesn’t blow my dress up at all when I read about how the United States Navy is testing how to launch their aerial death machines faster off aircraft carriers or how the United States Marines have come up with a brand new killing machine.
I didn’t know we’ve already taken care of world hunger, poverty, and homelessness.
I must have missed those news stories.
So the whole immigration thing is now turning its focus on those whacky Canadians. I mean, who the hell are they smuggling in?
Not Mexicans.
And what the hell are all the Canadians going to do when they get here?
I can’t see them in migrant farm camps.
We only have so many breweries and hockey teams…
Sports gambling addiction.
You can’t watch any sporting event on TV anymore that doesn’t have a sports celebrity hawking for a legal sports gambling site.
I was one of the very few who went to Las Vegas, spent five years gambling, and left with more than I got there with.
But more often than not, that road leads to losing girlfriends or wives (happened to me) and costing you jobs and money.
Call it what you will—I was fortunate enough to know when to quit and stand up from the table.
Usually that moment would arrive when I began to feel this little tingle. It was a tingle of invincibility and once I learned to recognize it, I would pull anchor and head away from the table.
My run was over, or would soon be.
Gamblers don’t always remember exactly how much we won, but we remember the crazy amounts that we have lost with extreme clarity.
The most I ever walked out of a casino with was $88,000 and I won that on a 100.00 buy-in. But what I remember even more than the IRS guy counting out my money in the cage and taxing my winnings, was that when I finally tossed a seven, the stickman raked away 62k spread around the table in place bets. So yeah, I was delighted with the 88k, but I woulda, coulda, shoulda walked with 150 large if I called “off” or “down” on those place bets before that deal-breaking last throw.
Smart watches.
Pills.
Light exercise required.
Sensible diet.
Injections.
Guaranteed weight loss.
Lower blood sugar numbers.
News flash!
Drop the pills, injections, and throw away the smart watches. All your numbers will be fine, you will be lighter and healthier as long as you walk your fat ass around a bit and don’t keep stuffing your cakehole full of rubbish. And another thing is stop putting fat people in diabetic medicine commercials saying they have lost weight and they are keeping it off.
News flash!
You are still thirty pounds short of being healthy.
And my initials are MD, so I should know.
Plus, my eyes still work.
When my own weight soared at one time to a massive 280 lbs. I was ready to make some drastic changes and I did. With the help of two things: cocaine and other peoples’ girlfriends.
I was a rock-solid 195 lbs. by summer’s end.
Stay well.
