Author: Brett L

Today, my youngest son — the “Ted” half of Bill & Ted — turned 3. Happy birthday to this future shitlord, who shows all signs of becoming a cis-hetero white male.

Friday afternoon has come too late… I started drinking at 11:30 this morning. Why am I still wearing pants? I work from home.

Meth is a hell of a drug and I was assured those pictures were destroyed. 

My wife made me breakfast and mowed the lawn, so I suppose I will get a big-ticket item request today or tomorrow.

Today is the last Monday in July. You know what that means.

Is it Thursday already? Time flies on a tequila and meth bender. I’m a little surprised to find myself in the county and state in which I reside.

Since everyone else is still recovering from tequila binges (and don’t have a culture of methamphetamine use), I’m up for today’s Morning Links as well.

I may have over-reacted yesterday, as there’s been no more cannibalism or murder than usual in my neck of the woods.

Like any good Florida Man, I am preparing for the end of the world and Fimbulwinter. This may be our last links together. I am gathering closed-toed shoes and pants in case winter arrives.

She expects the house clean, lawn mowed, and several various house chores done by the time she gets back. On the other hand, every time I complete a task, the fridge dispenses another beer. Not sure if this is the best of all worlds or a punishment. Its all so confusing. Like pegging.