I remember when timeshares were the big thing and how they absolutely blew up in the eighties and nineties.
And somewhere in the contract execution, people were getting screwed over left and right, caught in a cycle of never-ending escalating payments and fees that just got stupid.
A Michigan couple is being reminded (once again) of how hard it is to avoid paying through the nose for the rest of your lives, and adding insult to injury, they have a little time to think about their timeshare contract while they sit for a month in a Mexican maximum security prison.
Pay them and get the fuck out of there.
Fast.
But don’t come back to the United States.
You won’t like it here, either.
Not anymore.
Is anybody proud of me for not mentioning that idiot Majorie Taylor Greene?
What kind of a dumbass is the new Secretary of Defense Pedro Hegseth?
It must have been on Casual Friday…
He brings his wife to a high-level meeting with foreign officials where sensitive information was discussed.
Hey, can anybody sit in?
I’d like to get stoned and sit in on one of those high-level top security meetings.
Can you believe there was another jet airplane near-miss?
Now we’ve done it.
We’ve poked the bear.
Denmark “does not appreciate the tone” of Vice President Vance’s remarks.
It’s only my humble opinion, but I do not think the Vice President of the United States gives a shit what Denmark thinks of the tone of his remarks.
With March Madness in full swing, this used to be gambling season for me.
All gamblers have a bunch of stories, but this particular one of mine was one for the books.
I was sentenced to a weekend in jail for a DUI and I was dying to make a sizeable bet on Duke to beat Kentucky straight-up in 1992 in the NCAA East Regional Final.
Except I was in jail.
But it just so happened March Madness extended far beyond the basketball court and one of my jailers was a diehard Blue Devils fan. I took a stupid chance and tugged on his sleeve.
I told him I wanted to make a bet on his favorite team and would he pretty please let me call my bookie?
Sounds like a Hunter Thompson adventure, but this guy let me make the call: 10 large straight up on the Blue Devils.
Christian Laettner.
2.1 seconds.
Swish.
I had to split the dough with the crooked cop, however.
C’est la vie.
It is hard to believe that baseball season is here already.
I see where the Yankees just hit nine home runs in a game, three by Aaron Judge alone.
At this rate he will hit somewhere around 432 homers this season. That’s only 431 more than I hit in my entire Little League career.
But I’m not gonna lie to you.
It was a thing of beauty.
A low fastball straight down the middle from Leo Stubbs, pitcher for the Orbits. I loved low fastballs. I crouched, got under the pitch with the meat of the bat, and that ball is probably still flying into the humid Louisiana night over that centerfield scoreboard, through the swarm of mosquitoes. (When you only hit one home run, you remember everything about it).
Stay well.
