I have a great affinity for the state, as I spent a summer in Lebanon, just forty miles west of Nashville, training to be a Cracker Barrel manager. I fell in love with the miles of greenery, very unlike Phoenix, Arizona where I joined the company.
Great golf and awesome fishing are two takeaways from my time there.
And the barbecue.
I also loved the alcohol laws and I remember walking into several strip clubs in Nashville with my boys, each of us carrying our own quart of whiskey.
It was like the wild west.
Years earlier, I also remember getting hooked up with the wildest, craziest, hardest-partying girls who attended the University of Tennessee in Knoxville (pronounced “nox-vull”). A two-day visit to a buddy turned into a torrid week-long journey of self-discovery.
The people in the Volunteer State love them some Big Orange Tennessee football and their women’s basketball team led by legendary coach Pat Summit was once the standard for all women’s college basketball programs.
I am posting another audio file of me attempting Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey, so give it a listen.
I am starting to run out of good documentaries to watch. I like learning about historical events, always have.
It is probably why I like museums so much.
Hey online dipshits: enough with the pictures of the burning twin towers and circling every person and identifying them. It’s rude, intrusive, and inaccurate.
Knock it off.
A wealthy white student is accused of murdering four sorority sisters and has now retained a high-priced “hot-shot” lawyer.
So let’s see what lies ahead….
Ther is no death penalty in the pussy state of California, so immediately throw justice out the window.
It will not be served.
If you have seen enough seasons of Law and Order, you will know that rich white defendants with high-priced “hot-shot” attorneys rarely get theirs.
Evidently our fearless leader is set to meet with that loveable little bald lawn gnome Putin in the next several days. I can’t wait to see what comes out of that summit when they put their two coconuts together.
Some British dumbass decided to ignore “trail closed” signs and had to be rescued. Now he has a sixteen thousand dollar bill to pay.
Makes me wonder how many people have ignored signs in the past and rather than figure out how they are going to pay an exorbitant fine, they just chuck themselves off a cliff?
In order to hit her quota, an ICE agent is being accused of deporting dead people. I wonder if she gets more credit if she killed them herself.
With the start of the Premier League season only ten days away, my Manchester United Reds are still scrambling to fill out their lineup as they continue to deal for a couple more players.
Hello?
Did you hear what I said, Sir Jim?
Ten days.
I am starting to get angered at the ineptitude of the front office dealings/misdealings.
They are quite simply, the laughingstock of the entire league.
My ire is shifting toward manager Ruben Amorim.
Why couldn’t he make it work with Marcus Rashford and Alejandro Garnacho?
A great manager would have seen the big picture and done the right thing for the club first. I understand getting rid of Hojlund (too slow), so now my expectations have shifted.
If Amorim can’t get United back playing European football and by that, I mean Champions League, not Europa, he needs to go.
Stay well.
