I can't believe...

that race walking is a legitimate sport.
I've been doing that for years.


no gold medal yet....

bullshit

internet, why can't you let me watch Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day in peace?
it's not even a top notch movie, i just sincerely want to see if she lives for a day, or dies.
was she dead, in purgatory, and then granted the chance to live for a day in order to correct her atrocious misdeeds?
is she a sad shut in who decides to live for a day and by "live", i mean go shoe shopping and hire a male stripper?


the suspense is killing me.
is it killing miss pettigrew?

goddamit. I NEED TO KNOW!!!

the sounds of appalachia...

my neighbor, his name is brent continually decides to turn his radio up to obscene levels during the day, in his garage.

i don't know what i'm more offended by,

the fact that his taste is music consists of republican talk shows, toby keith, and this podunk banjo diddly he has playing right now

or

the effrontery of using a radio.

get with the times. jeesh.

if i'm going to sit on my ass all day, and make the commitment to it without wearing underroos and eating cheez-its out of a box, I don't think I deserve to also have your defunct audio contraption blasting into my ears.

time to put on some underroos straight from the dryer. warm and fuzzy.

the second best feeling in the world besides putting metholatum underneath your nose and having the cool, fresh sensation of mint all day long....

try it.

AMC

a chuck norris marathon....

there goes my weekend.