been a while, huh?
the other day or mebbe last week, who knows, i surely don't.
so many days so much stupidity in each of the days...
(lace 'em up, and get ready to glide, swim, dive, or perform some masterful maneuvers, like not dropping an f-bomb...)
stupidity and days all blended together like ice cream cones swirled in a centrifuge. morphed into a colorless morass of chilly sugary stupidity and ass-clownery.
so much dipshittery, nincompoopery, and idiocy...i.don't know where to start.
a third debate? really?
as if the first two changed minds.
more chance of changed minds on an fB debate...
my plan is to not use the f-bomb in this blog today.
and this. is. difficult.
i think. i.can.
more difficult than you think...
(leaping double axle...(SP?))
i will check my tongue. saving up to savor the next stupendous stupidity...
i have dropped the f-bomb at least 2,327, 480 times since I last wrote a blog here...give or take a few thousand, but you can google shit that let me know if i am off a few thousand or what.
I may HAVE dropped it last week-end.
mebee few too many times...
possibly once or twice with a microphone,
it may have caused a slight issue with some people...
i may have had to have to apologize to the hosts...
they may have been displeased.
alcohol may have been involved.
(the thing-y where it is really hard to do and a bunch of people go oooh and ahhh)
Siri actually auto corrects the f-bomb for me.
and places it in sentences.
i have been lucky to not let it slip out in a sober text...
but drexting, all bets are off.
i still love the way it rolls of the keyboard and my tongue.
SO.
VERY.
DIFFICULT.
(spinn-y thing-y off the high board into the water like a knife)
i am still at the ready to drop it on the unprovoked, unsuspecting masses.
but there is always next time, the next chance, the next sentence.
for today, I will not drop it, but you can imagine it, like a side arm, loosely holstered...
because in less than a month there will be a new bumbling-ass clown in the oval office...
(double flip backwards somersault with a twist and some other bullshit)
and i will need to un-holster the word righteously and with much outrage!
cuz there will be the latest idiocractic malfeasance...
but for now.
the calm before the storm.
the day before tomorrow.
the last ditch of sanity as we are bulldozed into the chaotic chasm
of newpotus americanus.
remember, you can still write me in.
or mickey mouse.
(dismount)
see that!
i stuck the landing!
judges award?
8.7
8.9
8.5...
really?
no!
fuck that.
it was 9.8!
